Longevity through Upgrading Buildings Chapter 774 - 324: Water Dragon Sect... Ji Yuan!
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...The agonies endured within this demonic prison remain unknown.
This thought spurred Ji Yuan into action, abandoning patient waiting as he pierced through the array and entered the demon prison directly.
If patience yields no results, then slaughter shall be his path.
Eradicating all demon cultivators in this prison would undoubtedly serve as a great deed, ridding the world of wickedness.
"..."
Ji Yuan plunged into the demon prison.
Meanwhile, Shang Dong and his two companions were forced into a defensive struggle.
One cultivator at the mid-stage of Core Formation, and two at the early stage – formidable opponents for anyone, possessing an edge over the trio.
Worse still, Su Huaimin and Shi Yan faced adversaries significantly more powerful.
The chasm from Fake Pill to Golden Core was vast.
"Brother Su, it seems today might be my final stand."
Shi Yan's faint voice resonated within Su Huaimin's spiritual sea.
A sideways glance revealed Shi Yan, distant and battered, utterly overwhelmed.
Had it not been for the resilience of his Yin Corpse body absorbing the lethal blows, he would have surely fallen.
The Poison Dragon Venerable, shrouded in a verdant, toxic miasma, wielded immensely long fingernails, akin to ten sharpened scythes.
These claws had already rent the Yin Corpse's form asunder.
Shi Yan, though enduring, was still severely affected by the potent poison permeating the Poison Dragon Venerable's attacks, leaving his face pallid, lips bleached, and his body staggering.
As a Fake Pill cultivator, Shi Yan was no match for an opponent in the Core Formation stage.
Was Su Huaimin's situation any different?
Granny Xuan Sha's lifebound magical treasure materialized as the sewing basket she carried, from which she launched Embroidery Needles, expertly designed to shatter protective auras.
Despite Su Huaimin's masterful swordsmanship, evading these spectral needles proved exceedingly difficult.
Each prick sent a wave of agonizing pain through all ten of his fingers.
"My dear child, witnessing your suffering pains Granny's heart immensely,"
Granny Xuan Sha's voice dripped with a seductive, crooning laugh.
"Do not underestimate Granny's age; I possess a profound understanding of tender care."
Su Huaimin forcefully suppressed the turmoil within him.
Gripping his sword with his right hand, he formed a sword finger with his left, lightly tracing the blade as if honing its edge.
Then, raising the long sword upright, a colossal golden sword of light materialized in the heavens above.
Its radiance was blinding.
Higher still, a blood-red cloud obscured the sky, within which a water-blue streak of escaping light maneuvered ceaselessly.
While the Water Dragon Sect's battle raged fiercely, the true clash of Golden Core cultivators was unfolding here!
Bathed in golden light, Shang Dong shattered a charging blood shadow, holding his ground, his gaze fixed forward with a noticeably strained expression.
An early-stage Core Formation cultivator fighting a mid-stage opponent was a tremendous challenge.
He could only maintain his defense by relying on the magical treasures painstakingly accumulated over the years.
"The Six Sects of Shang Dong, your strength in the early Core Formation stage is truly rare,"
The insidious voice of Blood Nightmare Old Fiend echoed from within the crimson mist.
His gaze then drifted towards the location of Four-sided Island below.
"Such formidable momentum suggests delay is no longer an option. In that case, prepare to face the 'Blood Nightmare Great Method' I have cultivated for centuries!"
As his words faded, Shang Dong felt the surrounding blood mist rapidly coalescing into a single point.
Sensing imminent danger, he hastily activated his escape light, fleeing the locus.
Scarcely had he departed when the blood mist detonated violently. At its epicenter,
A colossal, blood-red demonic silhouette emerged.
Towering nearly ten zhang, its form was entirely crimson, crowned with bull-like horns, and its skull composed of numerous ferocious skeletal visages.
The potent demonic qi radiating from it instilled a flicker of fear in Shang Dong.
"Could this be... the Blood Fiend Demon Shadow?!"
Shang Dong's heart stirred, and extending his right hand, he summoned his lifebound magical treasure, the 'Sea Severing Halberd,' as a measure of reassurance.
Elsewhere.
Shi Yan, still being pummeled, instinctively cast another glance towards Four-sided Island.
The grim reality of his impending doom brought to mind Shang Dong's earlier words.
"...If victory proves elusive, seek aid from Fellow Daoist Changshou."
But where was Fellow Daoist Changshou?
Since the water-blue array light had last flickered over Four-sided Island, he had vanished.
To this moment, he had yet to reappear.
Could it be that he, too, had met his end?
Shi Yan pondered this grim possibility in his heart.
At that very moment, a ripple of water-blue light appeared outside Four-sided Island. From behind this disturbance, two tattered figures, stained with blood and leaning on each other, stumbled out. They collapsed onto the island's shore before quickly regaining their footing. Astonishingly, they produced a flying boat of Magical Artifact level, boarded it, and departed from the island.
Could those be... individuals escaping the demon prison?!
Did they actually succeed?
Shi Yan's attention wavered for just a second, and the Poison Dragon Venerable seized the opportunity. A heavy blow to Shi Yan's chest sent him plunging into the lake's depths.
"Keke, you dare to be distracted in a fight against me?"
"That's practically seeking your own demise!"
The Poison Dragon Venerable emitted a peculiar laugh and followed Shi Yan into the water, sending splashes in every direction.
However, before long, Shi Yan reappeared, emerging from a different spot near the direction of Four-sided Island. He had no doubt that if this fight continued, his end would be sealed here!
Therefore, he desperately required someone to hold off the enemy momentarily, allowing him to concentrate on expelling the poison within his body.
During this fleeting instant, he observed two figures emerging from the array, supporting one another. One of them was a familiar face.
Ye Chen!
He was truly rescued!
But then, where was Li Changshou? Why hadn't he appeared yet?
In his haste, Shi Yan couldn't ponder further. At least Ye Chen's injuries appeared less severe than his own, prompting a quick shout.
"Ye Chen!"
By this point, Ye Chen was already assisting the Master of Bamboo Shadow Island from the Water Dragon Sect in their escape. Even after hearing the shout, he couldn't turn back to offer aid.
Witnessing the Poison Dragon Venerable advancing once more.
Shi Yan's heart echoed with only four words:
"I am finished!"
He instinctively closed his eyes, yet after a single breath, the anticipated strike never landed upon him.
Realizing his survival, he opened his eyes.
Behold, a young man clad in blue was somehow standing calmly before him, his back to Shi Yan, intercepting the potentially fatal blow. Without turning around, he let out a light chuckle, half-jokingly remarking:
"Calling out to Ye Chen in peril won't do; you must call out to me, Li Changshou."