Chapter 636: Ye Lin Takes Action

"Boom!" A tremendous roar echoed as the ice shattered, revealing the blood-colored shark, its body covered in wounds, falling to the ground.

A heavy iron rod, crackling with blue electric arcs, descended from the sky, striking the blood-colored shark with immense force, as if Mount Tai itself were falling.

The ground trembled violently, and a powerful shockwave swept outwards.

The blood-colored shark dissipated into specks of crimson light, vanishing completely. The blood-colored shark image on the shield's surface also vanished, and the shield's spiritual glow dimmed.

A streak of crimson light shot forth, instantly appearing before Wang Changsheng.

Wang Changsheng inwardly cried out in alarm as the crimson light suddenly exploded, transforming into a blood-red sun more than ten zhang in diameter, engulfing his figure.

A piercing whoosh sounded, and a three-foot-long blood-red arrow shot out, lightning-fast, plunging into the crimson sun.

This was the spiritual technique, "Bloodflame Spirit-Shattering Arrow."

Simultaneously, five crimson circular wheels glowed intensely, transforming into five streaks of blood-red light, flying towards the crimson sun.

Dull thuds echoed, indicating that these attacks seemed to have been blocked.

A dazzling blue light flared within the crimson sun. The blood-red sun then dispersed, revealing Wang Changsheng's figure.

Wang Changsheng was clad in blue armor, which appeared to be composed of countless scales—it was clearly the defensive spiritual technique, "Tortoise Scale Art."

The blood-robed man was somewhat surprised to see Wang Changsheng unharmed.

"A defensive spiritual technique!"

The blood-robed man's eyes widened in surprise, filled with greed.

The value of a defensive spiritual technique far surpassed that of a defensive magic treasure. However, with such protection, ordinary methods would not be enough to kill Wang Changsheng.

He formed a hand seal, and a dazzling crimson light emanated from his body. An eerie roar sounded, and a shark head emerged from within him.

Naturally, Wang Changsheng would not let the blood-robed man have his way. A yellow sand dragon and a white snow eagle lunged at the blood-robed man.

The blood-robed man snorted lightly, and the five crimson circular wheels immediately flared with blood-red light, transforming into five massive blood-colored sharks that charged towards the yellow sand dragon and white snow eagle.

A great crimson light surged around his body, and half of a blood-colored shark emerged from within him. The shark was remarkably lifelike, its eyes darting around as if it were a physical entity.

"The Great Demon Sealing Art! Few cultivate such techniques. Aren't you afraid of being backlashed by the demonic creatures?"

A cold voice rang out.

The blood-robed man looked towards the source of the voice and saw Ye Lin.

"A Foundation Establishment cultivator, you know quite a lot, you..."

Before the blood-robed man could finish his sentence, Ye Lin's eyes suddenly blazed with golden light.

The blood-robed man felt the world spin around him, and he suddenly found himself in a valley filled with birdsong and fragrant flowers.

"Oh no, an eye technique!"

A massive blue staff, crackling with numerous blue electric arcs, descended from the sky, striking towards the blood-robed man.

The blood-robed man's robe glowed intensely, and countless crimson runes flew from it, forming a thick, blood-red light screen that enveloped his entire body.

The blue iron rod struck the blood-red light screen, producing a muffled thud.

A sharp glint flashed in Wang Changsheng's eyes. Countless blue electric arcs erupted from his body, and he clapped his hand in the air towards the blood-robed man.

A blue light flashed, and a blue giant palm several zhang in size suddenly appeared above the blood-robed man's head, quickly pressing down.

The blood-robed man's face contorted into a grimace. He opened his mouth and spat out a streak of crimson light, which was a three-foot-long blood-red arrow. Unlike the previous one, this arrow was covered in a layer of blood-red flames, emitting a terrifying high temperature.

This was the "Bloodfiend True Flame," a secret technique accompanying his cultivation method, the "Bloodfiend True Demon Art," capable of easily defiling magic treasures.

"Boom!"

With a loud crash, the blood-red light screen shattered, and the blue giant palm struck the blood-robed man.

A miserable scream ensued as the blood-robed man disintegrated into a shower of blood, even his spirit essence completely shattered.

Wang Changsheng had used fifty percent of his magic power for this "Spirit Annihilation Palm," making its destructive power naturally immense.

At this moment, the blood-red arrow also reached Wang Changsheng.

Sensing the aura of the blood-red arrow, Wang Changsheng's expression changed. He quickly crushed a blue talisman in his hand, which transformed into a blue light screen, enveloping him.

The blue light screen had a pattern of a blue carp on its surface. The blood-red arrow struck the blue light screen.

The blue carp on the light screen let out a tragic cry and shattered into pieces.

The blood-robed man's dying attack was, naturally, very powerful.

The blood-red arrow struck Wang Changsheng. Several tiny cracks appeared on his armor, and a large expanse of blood-red flames spread out, engulfing his body.

Countless blue electric arcs emerged from within the blood-red flames, and the flames slowly dispersed and vanished.

Wang Changsheng's aura was weak, his Tortoise Scale Art had been broken, and his clothes were tattered.

If not for Ye Lin's help, he might not have been able to kill the blood-robed man so easily.

He turned and looked behind him. Ye Lin lay on the ground, his hair streaked with a lot of white.

Wang Changsheng's expression became grim. Ye Lin had helped him kill the blood-robed man at the cost of consuming his lifespan.

If anything were to happen to Ye Lin, Wang Changsheng truly wouldn't know how to explain it to Wang Changyue.

He quickly walked forward. Ye Lin still had a breath, but his essence had been severely depleted. It was uncertain if the lifespan he lost could be recovered.

Fifteen minutes later, Wang Changsheng, carrying Ye Lin, flew out of the cave and headed towards Sea Cucumber Island.

Less than half a month later, they returned to Sea Cucumber Island.

Wang Changsheng immediately summoned Wang Qiuyan and asked him to examine Ye Lin's injuries. Wang Qiuyan's cultivation was too low; he only knew that Ye Lin's vital energy and blood had been severely depleted.

"Ninth Uncle, his essence is severely depleted, and he has fallen unconscious. If possible, it would be best to ask a Tier 3 alchemist to examine him."

Wang Changsheng nodded and instructed, "In your name, gather spirit herbs or cultivation resources that replenish vital energy and blood. As long as you can acquire them, the price is not an issue."

"Yes, Ninth Uncle. I'll get to it right away."

Wang Qiuyan assented and turned to leave.

Seeing the dying Ye Lin, Wang Changsheng frowned deeply. Wang Changyue was pregnant, so he dared not inform her.

"A Tier 3 alchemist!"

Where could Wang Changsheng find a Tier 3 alchemist on such short notice? Even if he found one, would they readily help him treat Ye Lin?

If there was a prolonged delay, who knew if Ye Lin would suffer an unexpected fate?

He took out a crimson storage bag and emptied its contents.

There were seven magic treasures: five crimson circular wheels, a crimson shield, and a golden jade pendant. Additionally, there were dozens of seashells of various colors, a large quantity of demonic beast materials including five Tier 3 demonic cores, and numerous magic tools and spirit stones.

Wang Changsheng examined the contents recorded within each seashell. Before long, he had finished reading all of them.

The blood-colored shark mark on Mo Caiyun was actually a special imprint. As Ye Lin had guessed, the caster could sense the presence of the imprinted person within a certain range. However, the poison was troublesome; there was no antidote.

It made sense; no one would create a poison and then also prepare its antidote, especially since the creator wouldn't be taking the poison themselves.