91: Battle Foundation

This situation was very strange, but Lu Ming had no time to investigate it.

Not far away, a roar echoed from the Drunken Immortal Building.

A golden Saber Light burst forth, tearing through the air with a sharp hum, and slashed towards Lu Ming.

During this process, the Saber Qi continued to surge, and its power also escalated.

Lu Ming, gripping his Demonic Halberd, stood unmoving in the air, staring at the Saber Light.

This was the first time he had truly faced an attack from a Foundation Establishment Cultivator.

Although this person had been greatly weakened by the Demonic Soul Entangling Blood Silk Curse, the oppressive Aura was still very strong.

But Lu Ming wanted to try if he could fight a Foundation Establishment Cultivator!

Since the Immortal City wasn't getting involved, he would continue to fight. Anyway, he had already gained all the benefits for today.

Moreover, just now, while cleaning up the battlefield, he had quietly completed the handover with his main body.

He now had nothing on him except this Demonic Halberd and a portion of his Bloodspring.

He was completely unburdened, so he wasn't afraid even if he died.

If a Puppet was lost, he could refine another. If a Clone was lost, he could simply reshape it.

Lu Ming gripped the Demonic Halberd, and wisps of black-red light began to swirl around him.

Behind him, the Bloodspring surged, and a ferocious Blood Dragon roared out from it.

Roar!

With a swing of the Demonic Halberd, a torrent of power, carrying an unrivaled momentum, met the golden Saber Light.

At the moment of impact, violent magical power exploded, and the black-red Halberd Light and golden Saber Light shattered and collapsed.

But the splashing Geng Metal sharp power still cut towards him.

The Blood Dragon behind Lu Ming charged out, opening its ferocious Dragon mouth, and swallowed it whole.

The originally sharp Geng Metal power, under the erosion of the vast Evil Qi, also became unstable, and was finally crushed by the Blood Dragon.

'Even with such severe injuries, he still possesses such strength. As expected, Foundation Establishment Cultivators are not to be underestimated.'

Lu Ming's brows furrowed slightly as he watched Liu Yunlong fly out of the building.

He almost didn't win!

This was just something he thought to himself.

If others knew, they would probably roll their eyes.

He took an angry blow from a Foundation Establishment Cultivator and was completely unharmed. Wasn't that enough?

He really didn't know what he was pretending to be!

Liu Yunlong now looked incredibly miserable, his face appearing to have aged decades, his cheeks sunken, his body emaciated, and even a few strands of white hair at his temples.

But his bloodshot eyes stared fixedly at Lu Ming, the killing intent in them almost solidifying.

No one knew what he had experienced in such a short time.

That suffocating feeling of oppression, that pain that penetrated his Soul, and that despair of watching his own life slip away.

Although he had now broken through the blood cocoon, that was just the surface. His internal flesh, blood, and Divine Soul were almost completely entangled by the blood curse threads.

It was almost impossible to refine and break the spell.

Unless a higher-level Cultivator, a Golden Core True Person, intervened, but he didn't even hope that True Person Tianxing would help him.

Another way was to use certain Heaven And Earth Treasures to cleanse his Physical Body and Divine Soul, remove the curse, and then supplement it with life-extending items, which might be able to save him.

One must know that the current blood curse threads were constantly drawing his life force every moment, then feeding back into the spell to strengthen its power.

If too much time passed, the power of the blood curse would grow stronger and stronger, and then he might not have many years left to live.

So now, there was only one path before him: capture this person, search his Soul, and obtain the method to break the curse.

But his current state was extremely poor, and his strength had fallen too much. He hadn't held back in that last saber strike, yet the opponent still took it.

So Liu Yunlong didn't plan to waste any more words and was ready to end the battle with swift, decisive action.

He was confident he could take down the opponent, even in his current poor state.

However, while he thought that, Lu Ming was even faster. The Flight Talismans could only last for a quarter of an hour, and Lu Ming also needed to finish the battle quickly.

Otherwise, if the Talismans' energy was depleted, he would have no advantage at all.

"Sacrifice!"

Behind Lu Ming, the Bloodspring began to burn fiercely. As the dark Devilish Qi and crimson blood Qi intertwined, his face flickered in and out of view.

Around him, a series of mournful roars seemed to echo, and the resentful Evil Qi solidified, attaching itself to the Demonic Halberd.

Feeling the power brought by the burning Bloodspring, continuously pouring into his body, Lu Ming's strength and Aura rose steadily.

At the same time.

In an uninhabited corner below, Lu Ming's main body also exerted its power, activating various secret techniques to transfer the side effects to Liu Yunlong.

With this give and take, the gap in strength between the two gradually widened.

"Die!"

In the sky, Lu Ming transformed into a black-red demonic film and charged towards Liu Yunlong.

The Demonic Halberd, like a force capable of splitting the heavens, slashed down towards Liu Yunlong.

The dark Halberd Light ripped through the air, emitting a wailing sound.

"Arrogant!"

Liu Yunlong's face turned extremely ugly when he saw Lu Ming dare to attack first.

He felt incredibly aggrieved. If he were at his Peak strength, how could he tolerate such disrespect?

Moreover, he had just broken through to the Foundation Establishment Stage, and his foundation was insufficient. He couldn't even produce a single Spiritual Artifact.

Feeling the Halberd Light unleashed by the Demonic Halberd, Liu Yunlong's expression became solemn, and he tightly gripped the golden long saber in his hand, preparing to block.

But in that instant, Liu Yunlong's face suddenly changed. That damned abnormality struck again.

His essence, Qi, and spirit were rapidly depleting, a sense of weakness swept over him, and even the magical power in his body stagnated for a moment.

In this brief delay, the Demonic Halberd had already descended.

In a hurry, Liu Yunlong could only try to block with his golden great saber.

Boom!!!

Instantly, Liu Yunlong felt an unstoppable, terrifying force, and a visible ripple of energy spread out.

With a loud bang, he was sent flying backward.

Because of the extreme speed, Liu Yunlong even created a string of white sonic boom shockwaves in the air.

In the blink of an eye, he fell into the city and disappeared, leaving a trail of collapsed buildings and a crack dragged across the ground.

Roars echoed everywhere, the ground vibrated, and dust rose.

The Cultivators below were dumbfounded, all greatly startled by this scene.

What happened?

They seemed to have seen Liu Yunlong fly out.

Wasn't Liu Yunlong a Foundation Establishment Cultivator? How could he be so easily defeated!

The two had just exchanged a blow and were evenly matched, which was already shocking enough.

How did the situation suddenly change and become one-sided?

Everyone looked at the figure standing high in the sky, shrouded in black-red light.

Behind him, the burning Bloodspring illuminated the night sky, and the Demonic Halberd pointed diagonally downwards, like a Demonic God standing in the firmament.

It was then that they finally regained their senses, terrified, and scattered in all directions, fleeing in panic.

Such terrifying power, even the aftermath of the battle could take their lives.

Now, they had no mood to watch the excitement. This person was simply lawless.

Lu Ming didn't delay, he descended from the sky and rushed into the pile of ruins.

At the same time, his main body once again cast the Demonic Soul Entangling Blood Silk Curse, sacrificing five Late-Stage Qi Refinement Cultivators from the Poisonous Dragon Gang, to bind and entangle Liu Yunlong.

The Clone landed, picked up the blood cocoon, and transformed into a bloody stream of light, rushing out of the city.

He had already obtained all the benefits, it was time to leave!

Not long after he left, a team of Cultivators arrived late.

Looking at the mess around, Yuan Hong's face was a bit grim.

But he didn't say anything; this kind of battle was beyond his involvement.

The city's defenses were currently weak, with only a small number of Black Armored Guards and Law Enforcement Team members on duty, and they were spread out quite far apart.

By the time they received the news, it was already a bit late.

Now that the Commander was absent, the remaining Foundation Establishment Cultivators were in the inner city.

The message had just been sent, and they couldn't arrive so quickly, so they could only watch the opponent slip away.

However, he had already reported it to Commander Sikong Ming, who would probably return very soon.