Chapter 639: Chapter 569: Breaking the Formation_2

For those who entered this world, it appeared boundless and without end.

Even though he once again faced death at every turn, where could he possibly escape to in this world?

Time has already passed for the duration of an incense stick.

The Sacrificial Secret Method that Qi Ren had secretly enacted was now complete, and it was now subtly starting to cause terrifying phenomena of backlash and soul seizure.

Mi Lu was burning with anxiety, never having imagined that Baili An could endure for so long within the Qingye World, utterly exceeding his expectations.

Just a moment ago, he sincerely hoped that the lad could desperately cling to life for a little longer.

Now, seeing him lively and jumping around, protected by the Netherworld Wolf, a sense of groundless resentment welled up in his heart.

He even began to suspect whether Shu Ci, seeing the youth’s handsome appearance, was deliberately going easy on him and hesitant to strike.

Otherwise, why was she not summoning the Nan Di?

With the Nan Di in play, no matter how many Escape Skills that boy possessed, taking his life would be as easy as flipping one’s hand.

The Ice Sea had neither forests nor mountains, nothing to provide any cover, and even though Baili An was using the Taixuan Seven Ashes Steps, teleporting to distances beyond normal sight, his presence was still firmly grasped by Shu Ci.

She didn’t need to look closely; with a mere thought, her fingers drew a circle in front of her chest, and a burst of Sword Qi suddenly appeared. Thousands of Sword Intent, like a downpour, swiftly and overwhelmingly rolled towards Baili An.

The pure white Sword Qi, like shooting stars and arrows, left trails of Sword Marks wherever it passed.

A few moments later, Shu Ci’s eyes, deep as abyssal waters, were fixedly staring into the distance.

That tiny silhouette was still on the Ice Sea, the speed of his escape not reduced in the slightest, the Sword Qi flowing from her fingertips inexplicably disappearing into it like a clay ox into the sea.

Before she had time to ponder, the faint ink-like horizon began to twist slightly, as a massive shadow loomed over the sky, rushing towards the south as the winds that blew over suddenly reversed course.

It was as if the wings of a Heavenly God were flapping at the other end of the sky.

Shu Ci’s smooth bangs lifted in the air, tracing elegant arcs, while her calm black eyes reflected countless trajectories of Sword Qi.

In the night sky, the violent Sword Qi rode the wind. The sword she had sent out from her fingertips did not hit the youth.

Instead, it bizarrely entered a mirrored world, reflecting back all the attacks toward her with even greater ferocity.

And the potency was stronger; the silver-white Sword Qi seemed tinged with a faint golden frost, dazzlingly brilliant and unbearable to look at.

Upon closer inspection, the Demon Soldier Sword Qi now contained a hint of ancient holy intent between iterations.

Two powers, without any reason, intertwined horribly strong.

Shu Ci indifferently made a fist and punched out, and several fan-shaped barriers materialized in front of them. The Sword Qi crashed into the barriers, and Shu Ci’s slow but never pausing steps were finally forced to halt.

The wild and vigorous Sword Qi continuously struck their bodies, producing a sharp and piercing sound of cutting.

Gradually, a thin layer of frost formed on their bodies, and the striking Sword Qi went silent, melting into that thin layer of frost.

The blizzard grew more intense, and they stood like ice sculptures amid the vast sea.

Eyebrows and hair frosted over from the Sword Wind, and among the myriad figures, only one was completely unaffected by the Sword Qi.

And that figure was the real Shu Ci.

The shadow on the skyline, immense in its presence, had swiftly arrived in front of them, and with the Astral Wind gently rising and falling above, the pitch-black clouds covered the entire sky.

But it was not a cloud, rather the vast wings of a bird, fully unfurled across this microcosm of a world, reaching tens of thousands of miles.

Eyes like Divine Fire opened slowly amongst the whirling clouds, looking down at the young girls in the storm with a stare as indifferent and transcendent as theirs.

Shu Ci’s slow and soft voice sounded, “It’s actually the Pici Bird from the East Heaven Temple…”

The Pici Bird, guardian of an extremely ancient and sacred sword, feeds on Sword Qi, nurtures All Heavens Sword Qi, and can break all spells.

Just now, Shu Ci said, she was born with the ability to repel and instill fear in the gods with her Heavenly Ghost Netherworld Wolf.

Now, the real existence that could overcome her has also appeared in this microcosm of a world.

She looked up at the wounded youth above the wings, the bright red bloodstains flowing down with the storm, presenting a shocking sight.

As the blood dyed his robe red, Ning Feiyan lowered her head to finish a cup of liquor, holding the empty cup in silence for a moment, then realized that she had mistakenly taken the liquor cup instead of the teacup at the side of her sleeve.

Sure enough, as the strong liquor hit her throat, the pain that felt like a blade scraping through her insides suddenly intensified unbearably.

She stared at the empty cup in silence, her expression tinged with regret.

So this is your reliance?

Though it may come as a surprise, the idea of defeating Shu Ci with this external force is nothing but wishful thinking.

Zangxin saw this scene and slightly furrowed his brows to mask the shock in his heart, “That works too?”

Of course, it would not do. It was far from enough to defeat Shu Ci, or even to preserve oneself in this battle and survive.

The Pici Bird, as the guardian creature of the East Heaven Temple, naturally has reached that holy domain in strength.

But unfortunately, it died inside the Bronze Gate, surviving only through the Xu Seal.

It and Baili An are bound together; they thrive and perish as one.

“Is this your tactic?” Shu Ci scoffed contemptuously, her true form unmoved, as the incarnations of Sword Qi simultaneously took a step forward. The thin ice and Sword Qi on their skin and clothes shattered into silver-gray and fell to the ground.

Her true form nodded slightly, opened her mouth, and the myriad incarnations turned into streams of potent Spiritual Flow, returning into her body.