Chapter 782: 池鱼

Someone suddenly appeared from the teleportation array, clearly having descended from the level above.

Upon seeing the person's appearance, everyone was startled, their expressions changing in an instant.

The newcomer was a woman wearing a half-mask. Her hair was completely white, making her appear like an old woman. She wore an exceptionally vibrant and dazzling long robe, adorned with strange patterns outlined in gold thread. Gazing at the patterns on the robe evoked an irresistible pull, as if they held an ultimate beauty, making it very eerie.

Qin Sang had never seen this person before, but he had heard of the renowned Grand Shamaness. Moreover, the terrifying pressure emanating from the old woman was enough to confirm her identity!

The Grand Shamaness of the Witch Tribe! A late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator, one of the top experts in Canglang Sea!

"Grand Shamaness!" the man surnamed Di gasped in awe, his expression like that of a pilgrim.

Unexpectedly, the Grand Shamaness didn't even glance at them. With a light tap of her foot, she floated up effortlessly, her long robe billowing. The gold threads on it seemed to come alive, flying out to weave into a pair of golden wings behind her. At this moment, the Grand Shamaness's posture was like a butterfly's, her figure exquisitely beautiful.

Just then, the teleportation array suddenly lit up again, and a square-faced middle-aged man emerged from it. The man had a resolute face and an aura no weaker than the Grand Shamaness. A strange light enveloped his body. His tiger-like eyes swept around, then fixed on the Grand Shamaness with her unfurled wings.

The moment Qin Sang saw the strange light, a sense of familiarity immediately surged within him. Within the strange light, a bloody hue surged, seemingly imprisoning countless evil spirits that cackled eerily, threatening to devour their very minds.

"Grand Netherworld Ghost Light! He is the Demonic Lord!" Qin Sang was horrified. He hadn't expected to encounter both the Demonic Lord and the Grand Shamaness at the same time, especially just as they were about to step into the teleportation array.

"Leave the item!" The Demonic Lord's face was grim as he stared intently at the Grand Shamaness, then suddenly struck.

The Grand Netherworld Ghost Light transformed into a radiating glow, shooting forth with unmatched power, like a vast ocean wave surging out. Within the divine light, demonic energy erupted, and the specters sported ferocious expressions, emitting chilling, soul-stirring cries. For a moment, it was as if ten thousand ghosts were wailing in the void, transforming it into a chilling netherworld.

The strange light descended from the heavens, heading directly for the Grand Shamaness.

"The treasures within the Seven Killings Hall are ownerless. Fellow Daoist truly lives up to your name as the Demonic Lord, acting so domineeringly. You don't even know what the item is, yet you seize it by force!" The Grand Shamaness curled her lips in a mocking smile, and a bell-like laughter echoed in the void. Then, the wings on her back flapped intensely, and brilliant golden light erupted around her, transforming into a golden ocean.

The strange light was about to collide with the Grand Shamaness. Qin Sang's face showed a horrified expression, and he cried out, "This is bad!"

Red and white escape lights suddenly illuminated his body, as he simultaneously activated the Nine Dragon Sky Carriage Talisman and Sword Qi Thunder Sound. His figure shot sideways dozens of feet with a "whoosh," fleeing desperately without a backward glance. Qin Sang had witnessed in the Minor Cold Domain how terrifying the commotion of Nascent Soul Patriarchs fighting was. Not to mention a fearsome late-stage Nascent Soul existence, something unheard of in the Minor Cold Domain. Even if they were caught by a single ripple of the battle's aftermath, there was no chance of survival; they would be utterly defenseless, and staying there would surely mean death. When the Grand Shamaness and the Demonic Lord fought, they would certainly not care about the lives of mere ants.

The reactions of the others were not much slower than Qin Sang's. The woman surnamed Yin summoned a flying shuttle, which transformed into a silver light. She was only a step behind Qin Sang, but her speed was far inferior to his. The man surnamed Di, who had initially been like a pilgrim encountering a deity, was immediately jolted back to reality upon seeing this scene, breaking out in a cold sweat. He slapped his Dantian fiercely, and a shadowy insect figure with eight wings suddenly appeared on his body, carrying him to flee in another direction. The old woman hurriedly took out a spirit talisman, a pained expression in her eyes. Gritting her teeth, she activated the talisman, but her speed was still a bit slower than Qin Sang's.

Just as they were frantically fleeing, the Grand Netherworld Ghost Light surged into the golden light, like a meteor falling into the ocean. There were no ripples, no thunderous sound; the void was utterly silent, as if time itself had frozen.

The next moment, the golden ocean collapsed. The Grand Netherworld Ghost Light fractured inch by inch. The demonic energy within it dissipated, and the evil spirits emitted silent screams as their bodies shattered. Immediately after, a terrifying fluctuation suddenly erupted from the center of the collision and spread rapidly.

As the golden light dispersed, the Grand Shamaness's figure trembled slightly. She had no visible wounds, and her colorful robe was intact. Only her golden wings were extremely dim. True essence surged within the Grand Shamaness, and then her golden wings regained their brilliance, gently flapping to carry her rapidly away.

The Demonic Lord snorted coldly. Demonic energy surged in his palm, transforming into a long black saber. He cleaved out a saber light, tearing open a path, then his figure flashed, giving chase. The two disappeared one after another. From beginning to end, they did not spare a glance for the people beside them.

Qin Sang and the others were utterly miserable. As expected, the aftermath of the battle erupted. Fragments of golden light mixed with demonic energy assailed them at an astonishing speed. Among the five of them, the cultivator surnamed Wu, who had been controlling the small shield, was just a beat too slow at the crucial moment and was engulfed by the aftershock. He vanished without even letting out a scream, leaving no trace of his body. Even his magic treasure, the small shield with decent defensive power, was nowhere to be seen. The person who had just been talking to them had silently died, caught in the crossfire of two grand powerful cultivators. Everyone was terrified.

Qin Sang flew a great distance in one breath, but a chill still lingered on his spine. He turned his head and saw that the aftershock was still spreading. Its power had significantly weakened compared to the beginning, but its speed was still astonishing. At this rate, it would be impossible for him to escape the range of the aftershock. At the same time, he saw the old woman behind him, who was about to be overtaken by the aftershock. She was looking at him with a face full of terror, her eyes seeming to plead for help. The power of the spirit talisman on her was already very thin, clearly unable to last much longer.

Qin Sang's heart sank abruptly. Then, surprisingly, he stopped in his tracks, turned, and faced the old woman. A ring-like shadow flashed on his wrist, and the Two-Headed Ferocious Beast leaped out from it. The old woman's face was filled with surprise and gratitude.

"Let's work together to block the aftershock!" Qin Sang said in a deep voice, summoning his Ten Directions Yama Banner. He had already taken out the demonic banner when he sensed trouble earlier. He was also doing it to save himself. The aftershock was too fast; he couldn't escape it. It was better to calmly face it. With more people, there would be more strength, and thus a greater chance of survival. Besides, the old woman's cultivation wasn't weak, and she possessed a magic treasure skilled in defense.

The Two-Headed Ferocious Beast sensed the aura of the aftershock, and the fur all over its body bristled. It glared angrily at Qin Sang, then slightly lowered its head, its vertical pupils shooting out a green light that formed a storm. This storm rapidly compressed inwards, turning into the shape of a shield. The old woman landed beside them, catching her breath. Understanding Qin Sang's intention, she hurriedly activated her bronze mirror. This was no time to be stingy with her magic treasure; she could only use the artifact itself to block in front of them.

In an instant, the bronze mirror, demonic flames, and wind shield formed a triple barrier. The aftershock arrived, and the figures of the two people and one beast were engulfed.