Chapter 1387: Shenshou

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It was the white-browed youth from the Life-Claiming Demon Clan.

Around him, bird-like glows flickered as he desperately resisted the entanglement of red threads. However, these red threads were of unknown origin; no matter how his bird-like form shimmered erratically, he couldn't shake them off in the slightest.

Seeing this, the old Daoist approached the white-browed youth slowly, a sinister expression on his face.

Just then, several sharp whistles echoed from the city, and suddenly, several streaks of multi-colored escape light soared into the sky, shooting directly towards their location.

Witnessing this, the white-browed youth immediately knew that other Shadow Clan members had arrived. A look of terror flashed across his face, and he let out a great roar. Black light rapidly swirled around his body, causing his physique to swell. Simultaneously, a pair of dark, hawk-like wings appeared on his back, and with a flick of his hands, they transformed into a pair of bright, bird-like iron talons.

Realizing the unfavorable situation, he instantly transformed into a half-demon form, clearly intending to fight to the death.

For demons, their true reliance naturally lies in their powerful physical bodies. Since the Profound Hawk Clan can be listed among the Seven Great Demon Clans, they are certainly not ordinary beings. With a shake of his sharp talons, he suddenly unleashed black glows, about a foot long, from their tips. With a swipe to the left and right, the profound black glows, acting like a technique, severed all the red threads around him inch by inch.

These black glows were incredibly sharp. Seeing this, the white-browed youth was naturally overjoyed.

He was confident that as long as he severed all the red threads around him, he could activate the Profound Hawk Clan's unique escape technique and flee.

However, before he could continue swinging his claws, the scene that followed made his face change drastically, draining it of all color.

The severed red threads flashed, then reconnected, restoring themselves as if new.

The old Daoist's face revealed a sneering smile. His figure blurred, and he mysteriously appeared before the white-browed youth. Then, he touched the back of his head with one hand, and a bright red shadow slowly emerged from within.

“Red Shadow! You really are from the Shadow Clan!” Upon seeing Red Shadow, the white-browed youth fell into complete despair.

Red Shadow, in the Shadow Clan, was equivalent to a Void Refining stage cultivator among humans, certainly not someone a mere Nascent Soul demon cultivator like himself could withstand.

“It's good that you know. Your physical body is decent; I'll take it. Don't worry, none of your companions will escape. Soon, they will all join you underground.” A red glow flickered in the old Daoist's eyes, and a sharp, unusually alien voice emanated from him. Immediately, the Red Shadow on his head flashed and fiercely pounced towards the youth.

At the same time, the red threads that had been wrapped around the white-browed youth instantly pierced through his protective black aura, tightly binding him to his body.

Even though the youth possessed immense strength, he couldn't move a muscle at this moment. He could only watch helplessly as Red Shadow lunged at him.

“You won't!”

The white-browed youth's heart sank to its lowest depths. Knowing he was doomed, a sudden surge of desperation welled up within him. He gritted his teeth, and with an open mouth, a gush of black blood mixed with a thumb-sized black bead burst out.

As soon as this bead left his body, the youth's eyes immediately grew dim and lifeless; his skin withered and shriveled, and he instantly transformed into an old man with a head full of white hair.

This bead was precisely the demon core that the white-browed youth had cultivated for many years.

The spherical bead emitted an extremely violent aura within the black blood. After fluctuating in size, it suddenly self-detonated.

The old Daoist's expression tightened in surprise. Not only did the Red Shadow above his head recoil as if startled by a viper, but he also moved his feet, his body swaying as he shot backward.

A deafening roar erupted. A fist-sized black halo emerged out of thin air, flashed once, then expanded to over ten zhang wide, desperately spreading outwards. Immediately, strong winds surged, and sand mist formed from yellow earth shot skyward, creating several yellow wind dragons.

His phantom figure flickered, and the old Daoist stopped his retreat over ten zhang away, his eyes narrowing to slits.

However, the black halo followed closely, like a maggot clinging to bone.

The old Daoist's face darkened, and he suddenly let out an obscure, strange cry.

With a whoosh, a red shadow shot out from the nearby void without any warning, plunged into the black halo, and then instantly retracted.

A strange sight unfolded!

The yellow wind dragons instantly disintegrated, and the black halo, along with the white-browed youth, vanished without a trace, as if they had never been there.

Only then did the old Daoist let out a sigh of relief, but a trace of annoyance immediately appeared on his face.

That the white-browed youth could still self-detonate his demon core under his restraints was truly beyond his expectation.

Just then, several streaks of escape light circled overhead and appeared in the nearby sky, revealing eight cultivators.

“There was an unforeseen incident; they didn't fall into the trap. It seems there's some trouble. However, I secretly released Shadow Incense, and they’ve all been lightly tainted by it; it should last for an hour. I will personally pursue the one who ruined my plan with the Mirage Beast. You all set out and eliminate the other three.” The old Daoist commanded sinisterly.

“Yes, Honored One!” The eight cultivators in the sky bowed in response, then transformed into three waves of escape light and shot off in three different directions.

The old Daoist did not immediately fly away. Instead, he opened his mouth and let out a continuous series of strange roars, making the nearby air hum and reverberate, echoing into the highest heavens.

Immediately after, he beckoned towards the city gate with a single hand.

Suddenly, over ten gray shadows flew out from the Foundation Establishment cultivators at the city gate, all flashing into the old Daoist's body and vanishing. The cultivators themselves immediately collapsed, unmoving.

Then, an unbelievable scene unfolded.

The playful children and ordinary mortals who had been by the lake scattered and disappeared one by one like bubbles amid the roars. Then, the entire small city shimmered as if a reflection in water, and countless black mists rose from all directions, instantly obscuring both the ground and the city walls.

A piercing croak muffledly emanated from within the black mist.

The strange roaring from the old Daoist's mouth ceased. He emotionlessly flicked his long robe towards the black mist.

Violent winds surged, sweeping away the black mist in an instant.

Before their eyes, a monstrous, two-headed beast, over ten zhang long, appeared. It had two golden-silver snake heads, a vibrant green frog body, and four blood-red eyes that swiveled, giving off a chilling sensation.

With a 'plop,' the golden snake head opened its mouth, and a skeletal remnant emerged from within.

The demon core and the body of the white-browed youth, who had just self-detonated, had actually been swallowed whole by this beast. The small city, its mortals, and most of its cultivators had also been illusions created by this very monster.

The old Daoist's figure flickered, and he suddenly vanished from his spot, but the next moment, he reappeared atop one of the snake heads.

“Go,” the old Daoist commanded coldly.

Both of the giant beast's snake heads simultaneously let out croaks. It leaped into the air, transforming into a streak of black mist, and instantly shot away through the sky.

The direction he pursued was, astonishingly, where Han Li had fled.

A red rainbow streaked through the air, and within its red light, a beautiful young woman, her face as calm as still water, steered her escape light.

Suddenly, the young woman's expression changed. She shook her sleeve, and a green jade token instantly appeared in her hand. A milky-white spherical bead was embedded in the token, but it was now shattered into pieces, completely destroyed.

The young woman took a deep breath, and with a flick of a jade finger towards the shattered bead, it instantly turned into a cloud of white powder with a 'bang,' vanishing from sight.

She then put away the jade token. As red light emanated from her entire body, her escape speed surprisingly increased by another third.

However, half an hour later, her expression changed, and she suddenly looked back.

At the edge of the horizon behind her, a spiritual light flashed, revealing two streaks of escape light flying side-by-side, seeming to merge into one.

The two had combined into one, and their escape speed was clearly more than just a little faster than the young woman's.

The young woman's expression fluctuated between dark and light. Seeing her pursuers getting closer and closer, a cold glint flashed in her eyes. She actually retracted her light, stopped her escape, and hovered in mid-air.

As a result, the two streaks of escape light hotly pursuing her naturally appeared several flashes later, dozens of zhang away from the young woman. With a flicker of spiritual light, they revealed a man and a woman.

The two were not old; the man was handsome and imposing, the woman as beautiful as a flower. Their faces were extremely similar, but both wore a wooden expression.

Knowing that the other party consisted of puppets possessed by the Shadow Clan, the young woman naturally paid no heed to their appearances. With an utterly icy gaze, she unhesitatingly formed hand seals. Suddenly, two balls of black flame shot out from her sleeves. After slightly transforming, they turned into two firebirds that flew directly towards the two individuals opposite her.

The two opponents, seeing this, snorted coldly. Both of them swayed their shoulders, and immediately, several gray glows shot out from their backs simultaneously, charging directly at the black flames without showing any weakness.

With a thunderous roar, the gray light and black flames immediately intertwined.

The young woman's delicate brows lifted. Her figure suddenly rolled towards the ground, and black light instantly burst forth from her body, dazzling and blinding, making it impossible to look directly at her.

Then, a phoenix cry resonated, and a giant spiritual bird shot out from the black light. After briefly circling, it spread its wings and flew directly towards the two individuals opposite her.

This bird was entirely lustrous black, with a brown spiritual crest on its head and jade-green, sparkling eyes. It was, astonishingly, a black phoenix three to four zhang long.

The pair of opponents, seeing this, were startled. But after exchanging glances, they simultaneously touched the tops of their heads. Immediately, two glistening green shadows shot forth and directly attacked the black phoenix.

For a moment, spiritual energy burst forth here, and continuous roars and clashes erupted.

Almost simultaneously, in another direction, Long Dong was also caught by two cultivators pursuing him.

Facing the two green shadows that had left their physical bodies and revealed their true forms, he showed a hint of mockery on his face. A yellow glow flashed around him, and the yellow bronze armor he had once used appeared. Immediately, the one-zhang-long bronze wings on his back glowed brightly, and with a rub of his hands, a strange, blood-red longsword, appearing as if congealed from fresh blood, suddenly materialized in his hand.

The sword was three chi long, with a dragon head and a phoenix body, and blood-red light circulated throughout it, as if it were indeed condensed from fresh blood.

At this moment, the blood mole at the corner of Long Dong's mouth was vibrantly alluring. With a solemn expression, he lightly swung his longsword at the two green shadows charging towards him.

Silently!

However, the green shadows opposite him simultaneously let out wails. Countless white threads instantly appeared on their surfaces, and with a flash of spiritual light, the two green shadows instantly disintegrated into countless fragments.

The longsword in the blood-mole youth's hand moved again.

The white threads flashed once more, and these fragments completely disintegrated and vanished amidst the intertwining light threads.