The surrounding space violently trembled under the impact of this aura, like a shattered drum being struck by a heavy hammer, emitting a buzzing cry of lament.
Immediately after, in the void, Lin Jin’s hundred-foot Primordial Spirit quickly condensed, shrouded in dark green mist, overlooking the Golden-winged Roc with eyes full of murderous intent.
The Primordial Spirit of someone in the Divinity Transformation Realm, in a life-and-death battle, could possess certain enhancement abilities based on themselves, and their attacks would be even more powerful.
"Come on!" Lin Jin’s Primordial Spirit looked at Zhou Qing, and a dark green longsword appeared directly in his hand.
The longsword was enveloped in poisonous mist, slashing directly towards Zhou Qing.
Seeing this, Zhou Qing remained calm, immediately replenishing the Spiritual Power and vitality stored in the golden petals.
In an instant, his aura rose again, and the golden flames on his body became even more intense, directly charging towards the huge longsword.
"Today, I, Zhou Qing, shall slay a god for you to see!"
The two sides directly launched into their final clash.
On the other side, despite Yan Xiaohu’s impressive combat prowess, Du Kui, having comprehended the embryonic form of the Realm and reaching Nascent Soul Great Perfection, was still able to fight Yan Xiaohu to a stalemate even after being seriously injured by Zhou Qing.
As time passed, Lin Jin’s Primordial Spirit began to show signs of becoming illusory.
This was caused by excessive blood loss from his physical body.
Seeing this, Zhou Qing was delighted, intensifying his offensive once again. The golden flames around him instantly surged several feet, his momentum unstoppable.
The shadows of the Golden Crow and Suanni emerged simultaneously, cooperating to charge at Lin Jin.
Seeing this, Lin Jin felt a surge of intense panic.
Because at this moment, his Divine Sense was becoming hazy, and the scene before him was becoming indistinguishable.
He never imagined that the poison Zhou Qing had smeared on that Broken Sword could be so potent, not only preventing his wounds from healing but also continuously eroding his Spiritual Power and vitality.
Moreover, that aura Zhou Qing occasionally released, which made him instinctively want to submit, lingered in his heart like a ghost.
Every attack was disrupted by this feeling, severely weakening his power.
Keep the green hills, there’s no need to worry about firewood!
"Kid, just wait! I, the old man, will pay you back a hundredfold for today’s enmity!" Lin Jin said fiercely, but with underlying fear, as retreat had already arisen in his heart.
If this drags on any longer, he would surely die here.
Moreover, being in a foreign land, unfamiliar with the geography of the Eastern Domain, and now being heavily poisoned, if someone else took advantage of this, he would suffer a great loss.
Having made up his mind, Lin Jin’s Heart and Spirit moved, and his Primordial Spirit rapidly reverted to his physical body, turning to flee into the distance.
"Trying to run! It’s not that easy!"
When the enemy is weak, strike to kill; Zhou Qing, who harbored murderous intent towards a Divinity Transformation Realm opponent, would not let him go easily.
Letting him escape would surely lead to endless future troubles, especially since he had witnessed the power of the "Emperor’s Brilliance Scripture".
With a fierce flap of his wings, Zhou Qing chased after Lin Jin at the fastest speed.
"Thunder Sword Skills, Fourth Style: Execute!"
A Thunder Dragon roared towards the sky, tearing open black cracks in the space it passed through.
Lin Jin’s face changed drastically at this sight, biting his tongue and spitting out a mouthful of Essence Blood, which boosted his speed significantly.
However, with excessive blood loss and a fleeting moment of dizziness, the Thunder Dragon struck him directly.
Lin Jin let out a miserable scream, his body falling to the ground like a kite with a broken string. Just as Zhou Qing approached, Lin Jin once again soared into the sky.
Zhou Qing followed closely behind, with the Golden Crow Fire wrapped in Thunder Arc unleashing a wild bombardment.
Seeing the fleeing Lin Jin, Yan Xiaohu’s eyes were filled with excitement.
"Du Kui, do you see this? Your helper has fled, aren’t you going to surrender?"
Du Kui’s face had long turned pale as paper, devoid of any blood, his eyes full of despair and unwillingness.
Years of planning, just vanished like that?
At this moment, his heart was filled with bitterness and confusion.
He couldn’t understand how Zhou Qing, just a late-stage Nascent Soul, who had been poisoned and trapped in a meticulously arranged array, with the support of Lin Jin, a Divinity Transformation Realm, could change the situation ? ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs, ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴠɪsɪᴛ NovєlFіre.net
Less than the time it takes to burn a stick of incense had passed when the sky was suddenly filled with the sound of a fierce wind.
Immediately after, Zhou Qing, in the form of a Golden-winged Roc, returned, clutching a blood-drenched corpse in his huge claws.
The entire corpse hung limp, blood dripping continuously from its limbs. With a fierce toss from Zhou Qing, the body was thrown heavily to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.
At this moment, Zhou Qing’s body started rapidly shrinking, and in the flashing light, reverted to his original form.
He was now panting heavily, large beads of sweat sliding down his cheeks, his Spiritual Power nearly exhausted.
On the verge of collapse, he held two Top-Grade Spirit Stones in his palms, quickly recovering by activating the "Yin Yang Skills".
Within the array, Yan Xiaohu and Du Kui’s battle had already reached its peak. Seeing Zhou Qing return safely, Du Kui’s heart sank.
Especially seeing Lin Jin’s corpse lying on the ground, his pupils shrank sharply, and he froze in place, full of disbelief.
An old Divinity Transformation Realm expert died at the hands of Zhou Qing in such a short span?
That’s a Divinity Transformation Realm expert; even if defeated, escaping should have been easy enough.
Yet, in his moment of distraction, Yan Xiaohu’s sharp blade wind came crashing down, and Du Kui instinctively tried to dodge, but with a "crack", his right arm was directly severed.