Chapter 2372: Volume 11 True Immortal Descends to the World Chapter 2354 The Power of Spirit Devouring

And this so-called "mouth" was actually a long, tooth-filled slit that had split open in midair beneath the little figure's face.

The headless body of the blood-red serpent twisted violently inside the little figure's mouth, and black toxic blood spurted several feet high from the wound.

The golden little figure's body shimmered with crystalline light, and all the toxic blood was instantly isolated by an invisible force.

Seeing this, the tall elder was utterly horrified in his heart.

But before he could form any specific thought, the golden little figure's eyes suddenly flashed with a cold gleam, and it coldly glanced toward the distant elder.

In an instant, the tall elder felt a chill on his skin, and two crystalline sword lights shot forth from the empty space right before him.

The two sword lights appeared ordinary at first glance, but after a slight twist, they slashed forward at an unimaginable speed, striking the light barrier before the elder.

With a crisp "bang" sound.

Upon contact, the cyan light barrier trembled violently and then shattered apart.

As the crystalline sword light flashed again, the elder felt a sudden icy chill on his face. Startled, he no longer held back; five-colored aura light condensed between his brows, instantly forming a five-colored shield that expanded rapidly to several zhang in size, fully protecting his body from behind.

The surface of the giant shield was covered in layer upon layer of exquisite spiritual patterns, with countless gorgeous runes flickering in and out of view.

After two soft "puff" sounds, the two crystalline sword lights struck the giant shield one after another.

Upon contact, the first sword light and the shield erupted in blinding light and intense vibrations.

Although the sword light dissipated into nothingness, the shield now bore a thick crack.

When the second crystalline sword light instantly struck the same spot, the five-colored shield could no longer resist and was cleanly split in two.

With no obstruction, the second sword light immediately swept downward toward the rear.

This all seemed complex, but in reality, it happened in an instant.

In the tall elder's perception, he had barely finished summoning the five-colored shield when it shattered with a burst, and after a flash of cold light, his vision went black.

To outside observers, the elder was wrapped by a crystalline light around his neck, and his large head immediately rolled off and fell to the ground.

Almost simultaneously, the crimson giant flood dragon phantom behind him suddenly exploded, and rolling lightning surged wildly in all directions through the void.

With a "whoosh" sound.

A ball of crimson light shot out from the elder's headless body, then unnoticeably merged into the lightning and shot off in a certain direction.

With a muffled thud.

The golden little figure coiled its golden light and vanished in place; the next moment, after a surge of energy, it suddenly appeared blocking the crimson light ball ahead.

It merely raised its arm—and slammed the ball hard from midair onto the ground.

As the crimson light in the pit below faded, a nascent soul of similar height to the golden little figure appeared immediately, face twisted in ferocity, but more prominently filled with panic.

This nascent soul suddenly gritted its teeth, made a hand seal, and blood mist rolled out from its body, while crimson lightning arcs crackled around it—seeming about to unleash some secret technique.

But at that moment, a thick crystalline sword light appeared silently behind the nascent soul with no warning, and flashed coldly as it descended without sound.

With a soft "puff"!

The blood mist parted, revealing the elder's nascent soul inside, face filled with utter disbelief, then letting out a piercing scream as his body split from top to bottom, dissolving into scattered spiritual light before vanishing.

Such a renowned Crimson Thunder Elder Ancestor had actually died so easily at the hands of the Gold-Devouring Insect King.

At this moment, the Blood Soul, who had long retreated to the side, finally exhaled deeply, stepped forward a few paces, bowed to the little figure formed by the Gold-Devouring Insect King, and said with a delighted expression:

"Thank you, senior, for your rescue; otherwise, I might truly have been unable to escape this person's grasp this time."

"I am merely following my master's orders. Now, continue with your own affairs—I will watch from the shadows." After speaking in a soft voice, the golden little figure gestured, sucking the elder's storage ring from his remains into its hand, then moved its body and vanished in a blur.

At this moment, the Gold-Devouring Insect King had clearly advanced greatly in spiritual wisdom compared to when it first took human form.

After bowing again toward the spot where the little figure vanished, the Blood Soul glanced somewhat regretfully at the two Nascent Soul-stage puppets, then floated away from the area.

Although she had remained nearby without touching any buildings guarded by powerful restrictions, she sensed nothing, believing the body was certainly not trapped in this area, and thus needed to hurry to the next location immediately.

After witnessing the astonishing divine powers of the Gold-Devouring Insect King, she finally gained the courage to explore deeper regions.

……

Ten days later, near the Giant Gate outside the Wan Yue Mountain Range, the thousands of high-level cultivators who had originally gathered had, at some point, retreated over ten li away, now gazing from afar at the gate's position, occasionally pointing and discussing something.

At the edge of the basin, only five or six hundred remained—clearly belonging to the same faction, the Blood Heaven People—busily setting up an enormous, extreme super formation that would envelop the entire basin.

These people wore uniform clothing, and the insignia on their sleeves clearly marked them as high-ranking disciples of the Blood Bone Sect.

Before them stood two individuals standing side by side.

One wore white feather robes, with deep eyes and a hooked nose—an old man.

The other was abnormally short and plump, with black spiritual tattoos on her cheeks—an extraordinarily ugly woman.

Both exuded terrifying auras; they were actually two unfathomably powerful Mahayana cultivators.

At this moment, the two watched the Blood Bone Sect disciples continuously setting up the formation while whispering to each other.

"Hmph, I knew Xiao Qiong Laoguai would stay motionless in Blood Crane City for so many years—there had to be something up. Sure enough, he obtained the true key to the Xu Tian Ding Palace, yet revealed nothing to us. If it weren't for the Wan Hua Lady's sect leaking the news, we'd still be kept in the dark, unaware." The hooked-nose old man said, giving the woman a light snort.

"Hehe, it's not really Xiao Qiong Laoguai's fault. Though we're from the same sect, we've hardly interacted. If we had obtained the Xu Tian Ding Palace key, we'd likely have hidden it too. After all, no matter how many treasures there are, one person hoarding them versus three sharing equally makes a world of difference." Though the woman appeared vulgar and ugly, her voice was surprisingly sweet and beautiful, like that of a seventeen- or eighteen-year-old girl.

These two were actually two other Mahayana-stage Supreme Elders of the Blood Bone Sect.

"That's true. I've heard the Xu Tian Ding Palace holds the true disciple's robe and bowl of the Xu Tian Ding True Person. Now that we know, we certainly wouldn't let him enter alone. But speaking of which, it's said the true key to the Xu Tian Ding Palace isn't just one—so even without us interfering, other Mahayana cultivators would surely get involved. Xiao Qiong Laoguai hiding this isn't necessarily wise." The hooked-nose old man replied with a cold laugh.

"Forget it—what's the point of saying more? Although we've received the news, we came too late; those who already have the keys have entered multiple days ago. Since that's the case, we can only set up this formation here and wait for those inside to come out, then demand a cup from them." The woman said calmly.

"Based on past similar experiences, the exit points of these people should have some randomness, so those still appearing here should be only about twenty to thirty percent—most likely, the rest were directly transmitted elsewhere." The hooked-nose old man said after a brief pause.

"Twenty to thirty percent is ideal. If everyone who entered came out here, even with our formation's aid, we couldn't possibly oppose so many. After all, those who entered earlier were mostly cultivators whose divine powers matched ours. Only with fewer numbers do we have a chance to claim a share. These restrictive formations, when the time comes, will likely not even need to be activated—they're just a big bargaining chip for us." The woman replied with full confidence.

"As I suspected, Daoist Ru Yi—now I understand why you brought so many disciples here. This plan is excellent!" The hooked-nose old man clapped his hands and laughed.

……

With a heaven-shaking, earth-rumbling roar, a crystalline wall shattered inch by inch under the blow of Han Li, transformed into a giant ape.

The giant ape took a large step forward, then suddenly stepped into the transmission formation previously protected by the crystal wall, and after a blur, vanished without a trace.

The next moment, Han Li, in the form of the giant ape, felt a flash of bright light before his eyes—and suddenly appeared above a small mountain over a thousand zhang high, while the temporary light array beneath his feet made a "bang" and dissipated.

After the giant ape swept its lightning-like eyes around, it immediately saw the surrounding situation clearly.

Although this mountain is not particularly high, it actually occupies a considerable area, and at its edges, it is abruptly adjacent to seven or eight regions isolated by light curtains.

One of these regions is precisely the place where he had just broken the restriction and departed.

After Han Li gazed at these regions with a contemplative expression, he seemed to finally make a decision and was about to move his body to fly toward one of them.

But just then, the nearby void suddenly fluctuated, and in midair half a li away, another light formation abruptly appeared out of thin air; then, as the rosy light swirled, three figures hastily emerged within it.

Upon clearly seeing the appearances of these three people, Han Li's gaze immediately tightened slightly.

At the moment when these three people's foot-light formations likewise flashed and vanished, they naturally also saw the existence of the giant ape into which Han Li had transformed, exchanged startled glances, transmitted sound to each other, and then moved their bodies to fly straight toward Han Li.

The auras on the three of them suddenly surged, utterly without concealing their hostility.

After the giant ape transformed by Han Li flashed a cold light in its eyes, it suddenly raised its arm and, without a word, swung its furry giant palm toward the empty space opposite the three people.

With a booming sound, an invisible immense force suddenly transformed into a gale that swept toward these three people.

"What do you mean, intending to fight us three?"

The three gaunt old men merely swayed, instantly splitting into three positions to evade the gale, while one of them, with a fierce expression, shouted angrily.