Mortal: Copying the entry, reborn as Linghu Patriarch

There was no way out in front of them, and pursuers were behind them.

The demonic cultivators, all Nascent Soul stage, rushed out in a line, but suddenly slammed on the brakes, stopping abruptly in place. Their hearts sank, and they felt a chill run down their spines.

There's really no way out now.

The more desperate the situation, the more ruthless the demonic cultivators become.

Wang Tiansheng knew that if he continued to drag this out, he would surely die.

He could no longer wait for everyone to negotiate and confront each other; a ruthless glint flashed in his eyes.

Without the slightest hesitation.

"Burning Blood Escape!"

He immediately used his last forbidden technique to save his life.

With a low shout, Wang Tiansheng's body exploded with billowing blood mist, instantly transforming into an extremely condensed stream of blood-red light.

The phantom flickered and in an instant it was a hundred miles away.

The speed was ridiculously fast, leaving only a faint red afterimage in place.

The eyes of the Vietnamese allied forces shrank, filled with shock.

"Such fast escape techniques!"

Seeing this, the other Nascent Soul cultivators of the demonic path gritted their teeth and, holding nothing back, unleashed all their most treasured escape techniques.

Various colored lights shot into the sky, demonic energy crisscrossed, and they scattered and broke through in all directions.

However, the number of Nascent Soul cultivators in the Luanming Sect's reinforcements was simply too large, creating an impenetrable and tightly sealed barrier.

Most of the demonic cultivators were intercepted and entangled in combat shortly after they rushed out.

Very few were actually able to break through the blockade and escape.

Above the void.

A sharp sword light suddenly pierced through the air, aiming straight for Yunlu's back, its edge piercing to the bone.

Yunlu's mind went blank, and she moved erratically to the side, narrowly avoiding the fatal sword strike.

The sword light grazed his shoulder, tearing through the overwhelming demonic energy, its residual force still menacing.

He looked up and saw a figure in a green robe walking through the air at great speed, rapidly approaching the battlefield.

It is Linghu Qing.

Yunlu glanced at him coldly, her eyes devoid of any emotion, only filled with icy killing intent.

He was the only one among the demonic Nascent Soul cultivators who did not flee the entire battlefield.

He is Yulu, the Supreme Elder of the Hehuan Sect, the number one sect in the demonic path!

Do you really think he has no temper?

He raised his hand and took out an ancient, dark jade talisman.

"I didn't originally intend to use this step."

"You brought this on yourselves."

Yunlu's gaze swept over Long Han and Feng Bing in front of her, her tone low and chilling.

Finger tip symbol.

"Click."

He crushed the jade talisman instantly.

An extremely cold, ancient, and violent demonic aura suddenly exploded from his body.

This aura was cold and murderous, chilling to the bone, completely different from Yunlu's original alluring and gentle demonic aura.

It's like two people.

boom!

Demonic energy overwhelmed the entire area, a sudden gust of wind arose, and the clouds churned.

Yunlu's aura surged wildly, her shackles shattered layer by layer, and she seemed to break free from the mid-stage Nascent Soul shackles, moving towards the late stage.

A colossal, dark shadow rose from his body, obscuring the sky.

The phantom solidified, its face contorted in a ferocious grimace, its oppressive aura overwhelming the entire arena.

This face.

Long Han and Feng Bing are very familiar with each other.

"Oh no, the Demon King Hehuan has possessed me!"

The two men's vigilance instantly increased several notches.

The Demon Lord of the Hehuan Sect?!

The entire room fell silent.

"Everyone be careful!"

"Keep your distance."

All the cultivators in the Yue Kingdom's allied forces tensed up, their expressions solemn, their spiritual energy taut, ready for battle.

Everyone knows his name; he is one of the three great cultivators of Tiannan, a true late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator.

However, no one was too nervous.

They have Long Han and Feng Bing on their side, who are also said to be able to contend with late-stage Nascent Soul cultivators.

"Senior Hehuan has arrived."

On the other hand, the trapped demonic cultivators were overjoyed and their morale soared.

Their trump card has been revealed!

The old demon of the Joyful Union swept his murky demonic eyes over Long Han and Feng Bing.

A hint of surprise flashed across his eyes.

"I never expected that the Twin Saints of Luanming would appear here. It's quite a surprise."

His tone was calm, but there was no hint of casual conversation in it as he raised his hand and pressed it down.

In an instant, the world changed color.

Endless, chilling demonic energy swept across the land, enveloping the entire Golden Drum Plain and forming a boundless, mysterious demonic domain.

It blotted out the sky and blocked out the sunlight.

Even divine sense was affected, and the range of probe was less than a kilometer.

"Oh no, watch out for my surroundings, my spiritual sense only extends 800 meters."

"I only have 700 meters."

"Come over here, I have 2,500 meters."

Among the support team, a mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator continuously transmitted his voice to the surroundings, summoning his companions.

Before they could successfully assemble...

Above everyone's heads.

A gigantic, pitch-black demonic claw, tens of thousands of feet long, emerged from the demonic clouds, carrying the force of destruction, and slammed down towards the two saints.

Long Han and Feng Bing stood side by side with solemn expressions, their dragon and phoenix spiritual energies merging and flowing together.

The enormous fire dragon and ice phoenix were intertwined, burying their heads in their arms.

To form a strong defense.

Prepare to take this earth-shattering blow head-on.

aside.

Linghu Qing stopped in mid-air and observed carefully.

I feel like... I might be able to fight?

With his piercing gaze and the power of restraint, it seemed possible for him to destroy this enormous ghostly claw.

But he knew perfectly well in his heart.

Being able to destroy the ghost claws doesn't mean you can defeat them.

At this moment, the Hehuan Old Demon, who was possessing Yunlu, was already able to unleash the combat power of the late Nascent Soul stage.

Although the outbreak will inevitably be short-lived.

But whether he can survive the limited time is hard to say.

After all, a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator is powerful in every aspect—attack, speed, methods…

Even with the Blood Shadow Escape, the ultimate escape technique in the human realm, and after consuming ten-thousand-year-old spiritual milk for four consecutive days, Han Li could only barely escape Master Zhong's pursuit.

But I don't have the eternal spirit milk.

Rushing forward would only be a pointless suicide mission.

He suppressed the urge to intervene and quietly observed the battle.

Boom!

The demonic claws collided violently with the enormous dragon and phoenix.

A terrifying shockwave swept outwards from the point of their clash, spreading wildly.

The expressions of all the early-stage Nascent Soul cultivators around them changed drastically. They couldn't get even half a step closer and could only retreat rapidly to create distance.

Even the mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivators stopped in their tracks, their expressions serious and solemn, staring intently at the center of the battlefield.

No one dared to act rashly.

This is the combat power level of a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator.

With a mere gesture, one can shake the heavens and earth and crush those of the same level.

All the cultivators present couldn't help but reveal an intense longing in their eyes.

The difference in their levels of understanding is like an insurmountable chasm.

But it also makes people yearn for it.

Linghu Qing spread his divine sense across the entire area, covering the entire Xuan Yin Demon Realm.

Just now.

He saw those demonic Nascent Soul cultivators leave behind several corpses and then take the opportunity to escape.

Knowing that it was only a remnant soul possessing him and that it was not advisable to fight for a long time, the Old Demon of Hehuan deliberately activated the Demon Realm to obscure his vision and seal his divine sense.

The goal was not to kill the two saints at all.

It was to cover the retreat of the remaining demonic cultivators.

After discovery.

Without hesitation, Linghu Qing turned around and chased after the demonic cultivators alone in the direction they had fled.

"Linghu Qing! Don't go! It's dangerous!"

Behind him, Mingzhou saw him venturing alone into the shadows of the demons, and his heart tightened. He shouted urgently to stop him.

Linghu Qing did not stop, his escape light flying rapidly into the distance without the slightest hesitation.

Mingzhou's eyes were full of worry. Not daring to let him venture into danger alone, he immediately leaped after him and followed closely behind.

The center of the battlefield.

"It's just a remnant soul possessing a body... yet its combat power is so complete."

Feng Bing spoke in a deep voice, her tone extremely solemn.

Long Han and Feng Bing withstood the full force of the Hehuan Demon's attack.

It appeared to be a solid block, but in reality, it had already used all its strength.

"Oh? Fellow Daoist Long Han's strength has improved."

The Old Demon of Hehuan looked down at the two, both of whom were dressed neatly and uninjured. Although their auras fluctuated, their spiritual power remained stable.

A hint of surprise flashed across his cloudy eyes.