“Never mind, there will be plenty of opportunities to collect in the future.”
Xue Wuying put away the cloth bag, turned around, and followed behind the demonic soul army, heading towards the direction where the Soul-Devouring Venerable was chasing.
Chen Ping fought fiercely with the Unparalleled Elders for dozens of rounds, gradually feeling his spiritual power waning.
His arms began to ache, his forehead covered in sweat, the golden light on the Dragon-Slaying Sword dimming somewhat.
He looked up and saw that the cultivators had already fled far away, a sigh of relief in his heart.
“Time to go!”
Chen Ping feinted a move, the Dragon-Slaying Sword slashing towards the left elder’s face. The elder hurriedly withdrew his sword to block. Chen Ping took the opportunity to turn around, running towards the direction opposite to the cultivators, soon disappearing into the mountain forest.
The Unparalleled Elders wanted to pursue, but were blocked by several golden sword lights left by Chen Ping.
By the time the sword lights dissipated, Chen Ping had long vanished.
“Never mind, let’s go chase the Lord first!” the right elder said. The two exchanged a glance and hurried towards the direction where the Soul-Devouring Venerable was chasing.
At this time, the Soul-Devouring Venerable rode the majestic lion, its four hooves cracking the mountain rocks. His fierce eyes locked onto Wu Hao stumbling and fleeing ahead, his roars echoing in the valley. “Wu Hao! Leave the Sacrificial Codex behind! This seat may spare you the agony of your soul scattering!”
Wu Hao’s shoulder wound was still bleeding, each flee tugging at his severed meridians. The intense pain made his vision blacken.
But he clutched the golden treasure box in his bosom. This was the Sixth Heaven’s last hope, it absolutely could not fall into demonic hands.
He exerted his last bit of spiritual power, his speed underfoot increasing a bit, but the demonic qi behind him followed like a shadow. That cold killing intent almost froze his soul.
“You refuse a toast only to drink a forfeit!”
The Soul-Devouring Venerable, seeing Wu Hao unwilling to surrender, his eyes surging with killing intent. He fiercely raised his right hand, a pitch-black demonic qi condensing into sharp claws, with a sharp sound tearing the air, pouncing straight at Wu Hao’s back.
Wu Hao only felt a chill on the back of his neck, wanting to dodge but it was too late.
At this critical moment, a golden sword light suddenly slashed out from the side, with a “clang” crisp sound, forcefully scattering the demonic qi claws.
Chen Ping held the Dragon-Slaying Sword, his figure landing like lightning beside Wu Hao, his face solemn. “Sovereign, I’ll cover the rear, you go quickly!”
“Chen Ping! Why did you come back?”
Wu Hao was both surprised and delighted, then despair surged up. “No! There are too many demonic souls, we can’t escape at all!”
At this time, the Unparalleled Elders had already surrounded them with dozens of elite demonic souls. Black demonic qi surged around them, forming an impenetrable encirclement.
The Soul-Devouring Venerable rode the majestic lion, looking down at the two from above, the corners of his mouth curling into a cruel smile. “Since you’re both here, don’t think about leaving! Today, this seat will let you two accompany the Sacrificial Codex in burial!”
Before the words fell, the Unparalleled Elders swung their swords simultaneously, two sharp sword qi interweaving into a net, enveloping Chen Ping and Wu Hao.
Chen Ping protected Wu Hao behind him, the Dragon-Slaying Sword dancing into a mass of golden light, forcefully blocking the sword qi. But the immense force from the swords still made him retreat two steps, his tiger’s mouth faintly aching.
The elite demonic souls took the opportunity to pounce, bone blades flashing with cold light, stabbing straight at the two’s vital points.
Chen Ping resisted the demonic souls’ attacks while paying attention to Wu Hao’s injuries.
Seeing Wu Hao’s face pale, his breath growing weaker, he felt anxious in his heart. If this continued, not to mention protecting Wu Hao, even he himself would be trapped here.
He took a deep breath, golden spiritual power surging around his body, while a faint grey light appeared in his palm. The power of the origin of time quietly activated.
Under the effect of the time power, the demonic souls’ movements suddenly slowed, the Unparalleled Elders’ sword qi also losing its previous swiftness.
Chen Ping seized this opportunity, hoisted Wu Hao onto his back, turned, and rushed towards the depths of the mountain forest.
“Soul-Devouring Venerable! If you have the ability, come chase!”
The Soul-Devouring Venerable, seeing this, was furious, sternly shouting. “Chase them for me! Even if we have to turn the entire Sixth Heaven upside down, bring them back!”
With that, he led the chase, the lion’s hoofbeats shaking the mountain forest. The demonic soul army followed closely, the black torrent spreading through the woods.
