Chapter 509: The Mysterious Woman in the Blood Sea

In the chaotic battlefield, the experts of all major forces gathered together in great surprise, having never heard of a sect daring to challenge the nearby major forces.

"Do you know who they are? How dare they speak like that to the experts of all major forces!" a cultivator asked, their eyes showing a hint of doubt.

"I'm not sure, but their strength is not to be underestimated; that Heifeng has at least reached the late Heavenly Spirit Realm, possibly even higher—haven't you seen all the forces' experts defeated?" Another cultivator replied after hearing this, their eyes flashing with acknowledgment of Heifeng's strength.

"And there's Longling, whose eyes reveal a powerful confidence; they are certainly not an ordinary cultivator, already exuding an invincible aura before even making a move." Yet another cultivator added, already beginning to feel a hint of awe toward Longling and the others.

"We must respond carefully; since they dare to challenge all major forces, they surely have some reliance." An elder cultivator warned, their eyes showing a hint of worry.

"No matter who they are, we cannot let them continue to be arrogant; we must give them a lesson." A strong warrior wearing golden battle armor said, their voice carrying a hint of indifference.

At the same time, Longling and the others were discussing their next moves, while the experts of all major forces would certainly not let this rest and would surely take retaliatory action.

"Don't be careless; although these guys suffered a setback in front of us, their strength is still great, and we can defeat them individually." Longling warned, their eyes showing a hint of vigilance.

"Exactly, we must prepare; they will surely join forces to deal with us." Tie Ya echoed, their body tense, ready to meet battle at any moment.

"We can't clash head-on here; we must find advantageous terrain and use the environment to oppose them." Feng Yu suggested, their eyes flashing with the light of wisdom.

I agree with Feng Yu's view.

"We must not clash head-on; we must win through strategy." Yun Ying also said, playing with a black chess piece in hand, as if plotting something.

"Then let's find advantageous terrain, set a pitfall, and wait for them to walk into it." Tie Shan said, their voice carrying a hint of cruelty.

"Alright, that's decided—first retreat, find advantageous terrain, then lay traps and wait for them to come." Longling made the decision, their eyes hinting at amusement, and began to retreat swiftly from the battlefield, heading toward a nearby mountain peak.

They knew the terrain there was complex and very suitable for laying traps.

Seeing Longling and the others retreat, the experts of all major forces thought they were afraid and immediately pursued, hoping to exterminate them.

They resolved to strike with one blow to completely suppress Longling and the others, unaware that Longling and the others had already laid layer upon layer of traps on the mountain peak, waiting for their arrival.

Longling and the others' faces all bore a faint cold smile; they knew the experts of all major forces were about to step into the death trap they had set.

When the experts of all major forces reached the mountain peak, they immediately fell into the trap set by Longling and the others.

The ground suddenly split open, countless spikes shooting up from below and impaling some of the experts.

At the same time, the boulders on the mountain peak began to roll down, crushing some experts into pulp.

The experts of all major forces panicked, never expecting Longling and the others to have laid traps here; they began to flee in all directions, trying to escape this death trap.

However, Longling and the others did not give them that chance, leaping down from the mountain peak like a tiger descending from the hills, and began to hunt the experts of all major forces.

Heifeng's Ghost Dance was like a black lightning bolt, darting across the battlefield; each appearance took the life of an expert.

The experts of all major forces began to feel despair, never imagining they would end up like this; many cultivators started to regret, wondering why they had provoked Longling and the others, why they had coveted the treasures in the ancient pagoda.

However, it was already too late.

Longling and the others' attacks were like a violent storm; the experts of all major forces could not resist at all, their bodies torn apart, blood staining the ground red.

"Boom—"

However, just as Longling and the others stood atop the mountain peak, the Blood Sea underwent another anomaly.

A Blood Lotus blossomed on the boundless Blood Sea, its flowers enormous, each petal like a battle flag dyed red with blood, fluttering in the air.

The appearance of the Blood Lotus changed the entire Blood Sea's aura; the originally turbulent waves became calm, as if making way for the Blood Lotus to bloom.

Countless Yin Soldiers, seeing this, instantly halted their attack on everyone, bowing in worship to the Blood Lotus, as if it were their sole faith.

Whether dead or mutilated, the Yin Soldiers' heads each emitted a beam of blood light; these beams fell upon the Blood Lotus above, converging into pillars of blood-colored light.

Nourished by these pillars of light, the Blood Lotus bloomed even more splendidly, exuding a terrifying aura.

At the center of the Blood Lotus, a peerless woman's figure slowly emerged.

Her figure was hazy, as if formed from countless beams of blood light, every inch of her skin exuding an enchanting, alluring aura.

Her icy eyes were like two brilliant gems, flashing with a cold light, as if able to perceive all the secrets of the world.

As the woman appeared, the essence of the dead cultivators all converged toward her pale face.

These essences were like wisps of white mist, inhaled by the woman into her body.

With the continual gathering of essence, the woman's complexion gradually gained color, her body becoming more substantial, as if stepping from illusion into reality.

Everyone was stunned, never expecting such a terrifying menace to lurk in the Blood Sea.

The appearance of this Blood Lotus and the woman undoubtedly added further uncertainty to the already chaotic battlefield.

Longling and the others' eyes also showed a hint of wariness, knowing this woman was certainly no ordinary being, her power possibly far beyond their imagination.

The woman slowly opened her eyes, which flashed with an enchanting, alluring light, as if able to steal anyone's soul.

Her body swayed lightly, each step carrying endless charm, as if a goddess descended from the heavens, arriving upon this battlefield filled with slaughter.

The woman's lips curled into a cold smile, their gaze sweeping over everyone present, as if assessing their prey.

Her voice sounded like a summons from hell, icy yet enticing.

"You insignificant creatures, dare to run wild in my territory—truly you do not know death."

The experts of all major forces felt a jolt in their hearts, sensing the terrifying aura emanating from the woman; she was absolutely not an existence they could oppose.

Some began to entertain thoughts of retreat, but the woman's appearance had already cut off their escape route.

The woman lightly raised her hand, and a mighty power surged from her palm, forming a blood-colored storm.

This storm swept across the entire battlefield, drawing in all cultivators, who horrifiedly discovered that their bodies began to be eroded by the blood light within the storm, their vitality continually draining away.

Longling and the others also felt the terror of this power, immediately unleashing their own arts in an attempt to block the storm's invasion.

Heifeng's Ghost Dance became even more violent, their body darting through the storm; each appearance brought great power, trying to tear apart the storm's restraints.

However, the woman's power was too great; even Heifeng could not fully resist it.

Wounds began to appear on his body, blood continuously flowing out.

Longling and the others' faces also turned pale, feeling an unprecedented pressure.

A satisfied smile appeared on the woman's face; they reveled in the feeling of controlling everything, their eyes flashing with mad light, as if finding pleasure in this slaughter.

In the depths of the Blood Sea, that mysterious Blood Lotus blossomed with an eerie light, each sway seemingly pulling at the life-and-death cycle of the battlefield.

The mysterious woman's figure in the center of the Blood Lotus became more substantial in body and soul; now, as the mysterious woman took action, the atmosphere of the entire battlefield grew more oppressive and terrifying.

Her visage was absolutely beautiful, yet it bore a kind of heart‑palpitating cold indifference, as if she were a death god walking out of the depths of hell, come to reap the lives of living beings.

The woman's eyes were like two icy stars, flashing with merciless light.

She lightly raised her hands, and streams of blood‑colored qi surged from her fingertips, forming countless sharp blood‑colored sword blades.

These blades danced in the air, emitting a piercing shriek like a death god's summons, making one's blood run cold.

The powerhouses of the major forces felt the terrifying aura emanating from the woman, and unprecedented fear welled up in their hearts.

They knew that this woman's power far exceeded their imagination; her very existence was a disaster.

"Join forces to suppress her, then we'll talk!" a powerhouse shouted, his voice trembling, his face full of terror, his body shaking involuntarily, as if he would be torn apart by the woman's blood‑colored sword blades at any moment.

"Exactly, let's jointly oppose this terrifying presence and survive first!" another powerhouse echoed, his eyes showing a hint of resolve.

In his hand he gripped a massive battle‑axe, the blade flashing with icy light, as if it could cleave anything.

The powerhouses of the major forces began to gather, preparing to join forces against this mysterious woman, for only then could they hope to defeat this terrifying enemy.

The woman's lips curled into a cold smile, her eyes flashing with slight contempt, she lightly waved her hands, and blood‑colored sword blades like streaks of blood‑red lightning surged toward the powerhouses of the major forces.

The blades' speed was extreme, reaching the powerhouses' faces in almost an instant.

The powerhouses immediately unleashed their own spells and treasures, trying to block the woman's attack.

Lights of various colors intertwined in the air, forming solid defensive barriers.

However, the woman's blood‑colored sword blades were too sharp, easily tearing through the powerhouses' defenses and continuing their assault.

"Ah!" a powerhouse screamed, his chest pierced by the blood‑colored sword blade, blood gushing out like a fountain, his body limp as he fell to the ground, his eyes filled with fear and resentment.

"No!" another powerhouse roared, his body cleaved in half by the blood‑colored sword blade, blood and entrails spilling across the ground, his face full of terror, his body convulsing violently, as if voicing his unwillingness.

The powerhouses of the major forces began to feel despair, never expecting the woman's power to be so immense; their spells and treasures seemed powerless before her, and their lives in her hands were as insignificant as ants.

"Just who is this woman? How can her power be so terrifying?" a cultivator trembled as he spoke, his body shaking involuntarily, as if he would be torn apart by the woman's blood‑colored sword blades at any moment.

"She must be an emissary of hell; her power is too evil, too strong!" another cultivator cried out in terror, his eyes filled with fear, his body retreating involuntarily, as if trying to flee this battlefield of death.

"How could we possibly be her match? Her power is simply invincible!" yet another cultivator despaired, his eyes full of hopelessness, his body shaking violently, as if he had lost the courage to fight.

Longling and the others' eyes also showed a hint of gravity, knowing that this woman's power far exceeded their imagination.

They had to respond carefully, or else they too would become souls under the woman's hand, just like the major forces' powerhouses.

Longling drew a deep breath, his eyes flashing with determined light.

He knew he had to act, or else they would all die here.

His body began to radiate dazzling light, his power continually gathering, forming a massive pillar of light.

"Let's all go up and attack her with all our strength!" Longling shouted, his voice tinged with resolve, his body shooting forward like a bolt of lightning toward the woman.

Heifeng and the others immediately responded, their bodies also emanating great power, forming powerful attacks.

The woman's expression changed as she sensed the terrifying power contained in Longling and the others' attack; she lightly waved her hands, and blood‑colored sword blades danced in the air, forming blood‑red storms to try to block their assault.

However, Longling and the others' power was too great; the woman's blood‑red storm could not withstand it, their attacks pierced the storm and slammed hard into her body.

The woman's body, struck by the attack, emitted a shrill wail, began to disintegrate, turning into countless specks of blood‑light that dissipated in the air.

The Blood Lotus withered along with the woman's disappearance, and the entire Blood Sea returned to calm once more.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, never expecting that Longling and the others could actually defeat this terrifying woman.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, never expecting that Longling alone could actually defeat this terrifying woman.

They looked at Longling with eyes full of awe; his strength had already reached a new realm.

Longling's body also grew weak from the previous attack, trembling slightly, his face pallid.

Yet her eyes flashed with determined light; as long as he still had a breath, he would protect his companions and oppose all enemies.

Seeing the woman defeated, the powerhouses of the major forces immediately felt the urge to retreat.

They were no match for Longling and the others at all; they began to scatter and flee, trying to escape this battlefield of death.

However, Longling and the others did not let them off; they immediately gave chase, defeating each powerhouse one by one, the entire Blood Sea turned red with blood, countless corpses drifting on its surface.

When the battle ended, Longling and the others stood in the center of the Blood Sea, their bodies stained with blood, their eyes bearing a hint of satisfaction, having successfully defeated all enemies and proved their strength.