Translator: CinderTL
Xiao Ying summoned nine black poison needles and shot them toward the Blood-Eyed Giant Ape's eyes.
Wei Qian activated the Ghost Head Guillotine, slashing at the Giant Ape's waist.
Song Wen channeled a blood-red high-grade flying sword, circling behind the Giant Ape to stab at the back of its head.
In an instant, the Blood-Eyed Giant Ape was under a three-pronged assault.
The Giant Ape raised its right hand and swung it violently. The nine poison needles scattered like leaves in a gale, swept aside with ease.
Simultaneously, it lifted its right foot and kicked at the Ghost Head Guillotine.
The executioner's blade collided with the Giant Ape's foot, sending it flying backward with a single kick. The blade left only a shallow scratch on the ape's foot, failing to inflict any real damage.
As for Song Wen's blood-red flying sword, the Blood-Eyed Giant Ape completely ignored it, allowing it to pierce the back of its head.
The sword barely pierced the skin and flesh before being violently repelled by a surge of overwhelming Demon Power.
The combined assault of the three cultivators was effortlessly neutralized by the Blood-Eyed Giant Ape.
Ye Bing hovered above the trio, her plum blossom fan flashing through the air in rapid succession.
"Ice-Cold Realm!"
With a soft incantation, boundless icy energy surged forth like a tidal wave. Wherever it spread, the omnipresent miasma froze into ice crystals, which rained down upon the ground.
A thick layer of ice rapidly blanketed the ground.
A thick ice wall barrier enveloped an area spanning several hundred li, trapping the Blood-Eyed Giant Ape and Song Wen's group of four within its icy confines.
Frost crept upward from the frozen ground, reaching the Blood-Eyed Giant Ape's massive feet.
The ape lowered its head, glancing at its gradually freezing limbs. A crimson glint flashed in its eyes as it stomped down with tremendous force, shattering the ice crystals encasing its feet.
With a sudden surge, the ape leaped into the air, lunging toward the four figures.
Sharp ice spikes erupted from the frozen ground, rapidly elongating into crystalline blades that pierced toward the Blood-Eyed Giant Ape like giant, translucent swords.
The ape swung its arms, shattering the incoming ice spikes with ease.
As the Giant Ape closed the distance, one of the many fleshy tumors on Xiao Ying's face suddenly split open, releasing a thumb-sized toad.
The toad rapidly expanded to a length of three meters, its mouth spewing a torrent of green poisonous gas.
The gas coiled like an enraged serpent, twisting and surging toward the Blood-Eyed Giant Ape.
The ape inhaled deeply, its chest swelling. Then, it roared, unleashing a scorching blast of heat from its maw like a volcanic eruption, colliding head-on with the poisonous green serpent.
The toxic gas and searing heat clashed violently, swirling into a chaotic maelstrom that swept outward in all directions.
At that moment, Song Wen's blood-red flying sword and Wei Qian's Ghost Head Guillotine silently approached, slashing at the Blood-Eyed Giant Ape's head from left and right. The ape raised both hands and swatted them away with ease.
Though the Blood-Eyed Giant Ape appeared unscathed, it was gradually being cornered by the four attackers. It could only parry their attacks, unable to pose any real threat to them.
Seizing the opportunity, the four slowly retreated until they reached the edge of the ice wall barrier, creating more distance between themselves and the Blood-Eyed Giant Ape.
"ROAR!"
The Blood-Eyed Giant Ape suddenly roared in fury, and two crimson beams of light erupted from its blood-red eyes, sweeping across the battlefield.
The beams struck Song Wen, Wei Qian, and Xiao Ying's Mystic Treasures first, instantly draining their power and sending them crashing to the ground.
Next, Ye Bing's Ice-Cold Realm shattered. The ice layer covering the ground shattered, and the ice wall barrier that had enclosed the area crumbled into fragments.
The Blood-Eyed Giant Ape briefly closed its eyes. When it reopened them, the crimson beams had vanished, replaced by a weary expression. It seemed that unleashing those beams had placed a tremendous strain on its eyes.
Song Wen, Wei Qian, and Xiao Ying were shocked to discover that their connection to their Mystic Treasures had been mysteriously weakened. Though the link hadn't been completely severed, they could no longer control their treasures with the same effortless precision. They could only recall them.
Wei Qian and Xiao Ying were particularly affected, as the Ghost Head Guillotine and nine venomous needles were their Natal Magic Treasures. Without these treasures, their combat prowess was severely diminished.
As for Ye Bing, her Ice-Cold Realm was merely a manifestation of her spiritual power, so losing it posed no significant threat.
The Blood-Eyed Giant Ape's sudden display of divine abilities caught everyone off guard. Witnessing the ape's overwhelming ferocity, the four cultivators recoiled in terror, retreating rapidly.
However, only Ye Bing's escape technique could barely match the Blood-Eyed Giant Ape's speed. The other three were gradually overtaken by the pursuing beast.
"Ye Bing, help me!" Xiao Ying suddenly roared.
A flicker of resignation crossed Ye Bing's eyes. She channeled a surge of spiritual power, enveloping Xiao Ying's abdomen to aid her escape. This assistance, however, significantly hampered Ye Bing's own escape speed.
Song Wen and Wei Qian were left trailing behind.
A dense Blood Mist erupted from Song Wen's body, gradually engulfing his figure.
Wei Qian's eyes flashed with cold calculation.
He recalled witnessing Song Wen use the Blood Escape Technique deep within the Rotting Miasma Ridge, when they were being pursued by the three-headed double-winged centipede.
He knew that once Song Wen activated the Blood Escape Technique, his speed would far surpass Wei Qian's.
Wei Qian would be left behind, facing the Blood-Eyed Giant Ape alone.
He refused to become a stepping stone for Song Wen and the others' escape.
Wei Qian's body suddenly swelled several times its original size, transforming him into an abnormally towering and muscular figure.
Simultaneously, he clenched his right fist and hurled a punch through the air at Song Wen.
A fist-shaped shadow shot from his hand with overwhelming force, hurtling toward Song Wen like a collapsing mountain.
Song Wen was still positioned behind Wei Qian. If the punch landed, he would be sent crashing into the Blood-Eyed Giant Ape.
Facing the thunderous fist shadow, Song Wen's expression darkened, his gaze fixed on Wei Qian with malevolent intensity.
After unleashing the punch, Wei Qian didn't bother to check the outcome. He immediately turned and fled.
Sensing Song Wen's piercing gaze behind him, Wei Qian felt a chill run down his spine. But Song Wen's subsequent actions left him utterly bewildered.
Seemingly realizing he couldn't successfully execute the Blood Escape Technique, Song Wen slowly dispersed the Blood Mist surrounding him.
He also deactivated his Mana Shield, summoned no other defensive magical artifacts, and even ceased circulating Spiritual Power within his body. In a state of utter resignation, he allowed the fist shadow to strike him.
Boom!
The fist shadow slammed into Song Wen, instantly tearing his body into pieces.
Wei Qian was stunned. He couldn't fathom why "Gou Jun" would deliberately seek death.
Just then, he noticed a figure abruptly materialize ten zhang ahead.
The figure stood over three zhang tall, its gaping maw revealing two pairs of sharp fangs. Its withered, decaying body resembled a mummified corpse that had rotted for millennia.
"Die!"
The mummified corpse roared, its figure flashing as it lunged at Wei Qian.
Only then did Wei Qian realize that what his fist shadows had shattered was merely a Corpse Puppet.
Life Substitution Art!
The thought flashed through his mind.
But facing the charging corpse, he had no time for elaborate maneuvers. The distance between them was too short.
Wei Qian could only hastily throw out a punch.
The withered corpse claws clashed violently with his iron fist.
Rotting flesh flew from Song Wen's palm, black as ink liquid oozing from the wounds.
Wei Qian fared no better. Several jagged wounds tore across his fist, blood staining his palm crimson.
Both combatants had clearly cultivated Body Tempering Methods, resulting in a roughly equal exchange.
At that moment, nine translucent, razor-sharp blades materialized between Song Wen's eyebrows and shot forth, piercing directly into Wei Qian's forehead.
Wei Qian felt countless steel needles stabbing into his brain, the excruciating pain blurring his consciousness.
Song Wen pressed forward, a foot-long dagger materializing in his right hand as he plunged it into Wei Qian's Dantian.
Wei Qian's eyes widened in horror and despair.
He could clearly sense the terrifying Golden Sharp Qi erupting from the dagger, instantly shredding his Dantian and nascent soul.
His years of arduous cultivation had been reduced to nothing in an instant.
(End of the Chapter)
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