252: skeletons blocking the road

The three Black-robed Persons hidden in the insect tide let out a cry of shock and anger, desperately driving their Gu insects in an attempt to regain control.

But under the locking of Di Wushang's Asura Demonic Eyes and the powerful interference of the Blood Sea Pagoda Formation, the effect was minimal!

"Now!" A cold light flashed in Di Wushang's eyes.

The asura god-slaying spear in his right hand suddenly erupted with eye-piercing blood-red light!

The spiral patterns on the spear tip rotated at high speed, like a miniature blood-colored black hole!

He leaned forward slightly, transforming into a dark red blood line that tore through space, ignoring the chaotic and self-mutilating insect tide ahead, and lunged straight at the three Black-robed Persons! His spe-

-ed was so fast that it surpassed the reaction of the insect tide!

Asura Soul Slash!

Before the spear arrived, an invisible and terrifying mental shockwave that seemed capable of severing Soul links spread out first like invisible blood-colored ripples, ruthlessly slamming into the Sea of Consciousness of the three Black-robed Persons whose minds were linked!

"Ah—!"

The three let out a shrill scream at the same time, as if their Divine Souls had been struck by an invisible giant hammer, and black blood instantly sprayed from their seven orifices!

Their sophisticated mind link for controlling insects was forcibly severed by this overbearing Asura Soul Slash technique!

The chaos of the insect tide instantly intensified tenfold!

Puchi! Puchi! Puchi!

Three dark red spear lights, like life-demanding blood lines, pierced through their foreheads with unerring precision at the moment their Divine Souls were severely damaged and their minds lost control!

The terrifying killing Yuan Qi contained in the spear lights exploded instantly, grinding the three's heads along with the Gu insect mothers inside into a sky full of black-green blood mist!

Three Heaven-Reaching Realm insect control experts, along with their famous Ten Thousand Poison Gu Tide, were wiped out in an instant between Di Wushang's press, charge, and slash!

The entire process was smooth, cold, and efficient, full of the Asura Demon Venerable's precise control over the art of killing!

Hiss—!

Only the sound of people gasping in cold air remained in the entire arena!

If Di Lingxiao displayed the violent aesthetics of crushing power, then Di Wushang displayed the death art of insight into weaknesses and one-hit kills!

Heaven-Reaching Realm against Heaven-Reaching Realm, it was also a crush!

"Asura! Asura! Asura!" The frenzy on the stands had completely boiled over, the sound waves almost lifting the dome of the arena!

Di Lingxiao looked at the poisonous mist rapidly dissipating ahead and the mess of insect corpses on the ground, curling his lip: "Tsk, you sure are fast at stealing kills."

Di Wushang stood with his spear retracted, as if he had just done a trivial matter.

His Asura Demonic Eyes coldly swept toward the highest box, his invisible killing intent like a cold blade, stabbing toward Li Xiong from across the distance.

Li Xiong's face was so gloomy it could drip water!

He gripped the armrest of his chair tightly, the hard metal silently turning to powder in his palm!

The Poison Fang Brothers, the Ten Thousand Poison Gu, the three Disciples of Elder Withered Bone... all annihilated!

Even the goal of consuming the opponent's strength had not been fully achieved!

This Asura, after his Breakthrough to the Heaven-Reaching Realm, was far more threatening than he had estimated!

"Shadow Fang... it's your turn!"

A flash of madness and heartache crossed Li Xiong's eyes as he hissed in a low growl toward the shadows, "At all costs, use the 'Void-Shattering Nail'! Be sure to seize that spear and kill the War King and Asura!" A cold, emotionless response came from the shadows: "Yes."

In the center of the arena, Di Lingxiao's dragon fall spear pointed at the iron gate again, his voice wild and echoing through the sky: "The War King is here! Who else?!!"

Di Wushang stood silently with his spear, the tip of the asura god-slaying spear flickering with a wisp of dark red blood light, like a viper's tongue, locking onto the crimson gate that was about to open again.

He knew that Li Xiong's real killing move was coming.

But in his eyes, there was only cold Battle Intent.

Just right to use stronger blood to sharpen his Asura spear edge!

The war drums of the Blood Prison, in the brief silence and even more frenzied shouts, boomed with a more violent rhythm!

The deafening clamor of the Blood Prison Arena had not yet fully subsided, and the air was filled with the stench of poisonous insect remains and the lingering ripples of violent energy.

Di Wushang stood aside like a piece of eternal black ice.

The asura god-slaying spear pointed diagonally at the ground, the dark red blood light at the spear tip flickering, emitting a ferocity that froze the Soul.

The cold pressure of the Tongtian Realm First Level enveloped his body like an invisible Domain, isolating the outside noise.

His Asura Demonic Eyes were deep, alertly scanning the direction of the box shrouded in shadows at the highest point.

Li Xiong's venomous gaze was like a physical poison needle, clearly perceivable even across the long distance.

"Hmph, the old dog is desperate." Di Lingxiao spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva, not caring at all, "Whatever tricks he has, just bring them on!"

"Go." Di Wushang's voice was cold as he turned and led the way toward the secret exit passage prepared for consecutive winners.

According to the rules of the arena, winners of consecutive matches had the right to choose a temporary rest. This was a fig leaf set by Li Xiong to show "fairness," but now it became a way for the two to temporarily leave the eye of the storm.

The passage was deep and isolated the outside sound waves, with only the heavy footsteps of the two echoing between the stone walls.

The end of the passage connected to the chaotic and dirty outer city of Rakshasa City.

As soon as they exited the passage, a more complex and chaotic aura than that inside the arena rushed toward them—rot, blood, the pungent smell of low-quality Medicinal Pills, and countless malicious gazes hidden in the shadows.

"Damn, this ghost place, stay here long enough and even your bones will stink." Di Lingxiao wrinkled his nose, carrying the dragon fall spear casually on his shoulder, walking with a swaggering and fearless posture.

Di Wushang followed closely, his black-clothed figure almost merging into the dim light, his aura restrained to the extreme, only those Asura Demonic Eyes flickering with cold blood light in the shadows, like the most alert hunter.

However, just as the two had walked less than a hundred feet and stepped into an open depression formed by an abandoned mine pit, a sudden change occurred!

Buzz—!

An invisible but suffocatingly heavy pressure, like hundreds of millions of pounds of lead clouds, suddenly descended from the sky!

The shaky, dilapidated houses on the edge of the depression instantly groaned under the burden, cracking inch by inch!

The hard sand and stones on the ground were forcibly pressed down by half a foot!

The air was as thick as solidified glue, making every breath extremely difficult!

Di Lingxiao groaned as if hit by an invisible giant hammer, two deep pits exploding under his feet. The dark gold indestructible war runes instantly brightened to the extreme, frantically wandering on the surface of his skin and making a "sizzling" sound of resistance before he barely stabilized his figure, but his face was already solemn.

Di Wushang's body sank slightly, and spider-web-like cracks spread silently on the ground beneath his feet. His Heaven-Reaching Realm spiritual power erupted in response, forming a layer of dark red halo on his body surface, colliding violently with that terrifying pressure.

"Tongtian Realm... Tenth Level!" Di Wushang's cold voice rang out, carrying unprecedented solemnity.

His Asura Demonic Eyes instantly locked onto the source of the pressure—the area across the depression shrouded in a thick, pale green poisonous mist.

The poisonous mist churned, twisting and condensing like a living thing.

A hunched and small figure, leaning on a twisted bone staff made of countless tiny pale finger bones, slowly walked out of the mist.

He wore a tattered gray robe that could barely cover his body. His exposed skin was shriveled and blackened, clinging tightly to his bones, looking like a walking skeleton.

His eye sockets were deep, and two points of ghostly green fire jumped and burned within them, locking onto Di Lingxiao and Di Wushang, filled with deep-seated resentment and madness.