Fan Tianyou was surrounded by dozens of demonic souls, his golden spiritual power growing increasingly dim. Each punch he threw seemed exceptionally difficult.
The Half-Beast Ming King was even more severely injured, his consciousness gradually blurring. If not for a strand of obsession supporting him, he would have fallen long ago.
“We can’t hold on anymore!”
A beast race cultivator let out a despairing roar, threw down his battle axe, and turned to run towards the rear.
His figure acted like a signal, instantly igniting the fear in the other cultivators.
More and more cultivators began to flee. They could no longer endure this hellish battle and only wanted to preserve their lives.
“Don’t run! Hold the line! We still have a chance!”
Ao Lie roared loudly, trying to stop the fleeing cultivators, but he himself was entangled by several demonic souls and had no way to split himself.
More and more people fled, the cultivators’ defensive line collapsing in an instant. The demonic soul army took the opportunity to launch a fierce attack, more cultivators falling into pools of blood.
Wu Hao looked at the scene before him, his heart filled with despair. He knew that if this continued, everyone would die here, and the Sixth Heaven would completely fall into the hands of the demonic cultivators.
“The Sacrificial Codex… perhaps this is the only hope.”
A flash of determination passed through Wu Hao’s eyes. He took out a golden box from his bosom, engraved with complex runes, emitting a faint sacred aura. It was precisely the treasure box containing the Sacrificial Codex.
“Soul-Devouring Venerable! Don’t you want the Sacrificial Codex? I’ll give it to you!”
Wu Hao raised the treasure box, shouting loudly with all his strength. His voice was exceptionally clear amidst the chaotic battlefield.
The Soul-Devouring Venerable heard the voice and immediately stopped his attack, a glint of greed flashing in his empty eye sockets. “Throw the codex over! Otherwise, this seat will kill you immediately!”
“If you want the codex, come chase me!”
Wu Hao sneered, turned, and ran towards the distant mountains. “As long as you can catch up to me, the Sacrificial Codex is yours! But if you dare to use a powerful attack, I’ll destroy it immediately!”
“You dare!”
The Soul-Devouring Venerable, seeing this, roared in anger but did not dare to act rashly.
The Sacrificial Codex was crucially important to him. He absolutely could not let Wu Hao destroy it.
“Don’t run!”
The Soul-Devouring Venerable rode the majestic lion, closely following behind Wu Hao, always maintaining a certain distance. He dared not get too close for fear of being tricked by Wu Hao, nor did he want him to escape.
The Unparalleled Elders, seeing this, also wanted to abandon Chen Ping and chase, but were blocked by Chen Ping.
“Your opponent is me. Want to leave? It’s not that easy!”
Chen Ping held the Dragon-Slaying Sword, golden light surging around his body. The sacred aura spread like a tide, causing the Unparalleled Elders to feel a palpitation.
“Stop him!”
The left elder shouted sternly, the two long swords waving again. Countless sword qi shot towards Chen Ping, trying to forcefully break through his blockade.
Chen Ping was not afraid at all. The Dragon-Slaying Sword danced impenetrably in his hand, the golden sword light blocking all the sword qi.
He knew he must buy enough time for Wu Hao, allowing him to successfully lure away the Soul-Devouring Venerable and create an opportunity for the other cultivators to escape.
“Everyone, escape quickly! While the Soul-Devouring Venerable is gone, hurry and leave here!”
Wuji Daoist shouted to the surrounding cultivators, while waving his horsetail whisk, forcing back the surrounding demonic souls.
Han Lie, Zi Yuan, Fan Tianyou, and the others heard the voice and reacted one after another.
They forced themselves to support their injuries, helping each other, and fled towards a direction away from the battlefield.
The remaining cultivators also followed behind, running desperately, afraid of being caught by the demonic souls.
The demonic soul army, having lost the Soul-Devouring Venerable’s command and with the Unparalleled Elders blocked by Chen Ping, became disorganized for a moment and failed to organize a pursuit in time.
Xue Wuying looked at the fleeing cultivators, a trace of regret flashing in his eyes. The cloth bag in his hand had already swelled considerably, filled with departed souls, but it was still short of the resources he needed for a breakthrough.
