God Destroying Pearl

From the sounds of fighting coming from the front, Song Yun, relying on his rich experience and keen intuition, initially judged that there were no cultivators with high cultivation levels among those cultivators.

He knew very well that if there were strong men in the Jindan stage or higher realm involved, with Wang Jiuling's cultivation level in the early stage of foundation building, he would probably have been unable to resist, let alone hold on until now.

In order to further confirm the situation, Song Yun turned his head and looked at the spirit bird on his shoulder.

"Is there a strong aura ahead?" he asked tentatively, with a hint of caution in his tone.

The bird tilted its head, as if carefully feeling the air fluctuations around it. After a moment, it shook its head and replied in a clear voice, "No."

Hearing this, Song Yun felt relieved, as this meant that the enemy he was about to face, at least in terms of cultivation, was not enough to pose a fatal threat to him.

So, he moved closer more carefully, and at the same time released his spiritual sense, which was like an invisible net, gently covering the area in front.

Through the exploration of his spiritual sense, Song Yun clearly understood the specific situation ahead: there were six people fighting fiercely, and one of them was surrounded by the other five. This person was exactly his target of this trip - Wang Jiuling.

Wang Jiuling's body was covered with scars and his clothes were stained with blood, but he still stubbornly waved the magic sword in his hand and fought a desperate battle with the five people who besieged him.

Despite being at a disadvantage, there was an unyielding light in his eyes, as if he would never give up as long as there was a glimmer of hope.

The five people who besieged Wang Jiuling looked like independent cultivators, with their cultivation levels varying widely.

Two of them have a slightly higher level of cultivation and are at the initial stage of foundation building; the other three have a lower level of cultivation and are at the peak of the thirteenth level of Qi Refining, only one step away from the foundation building stage.

Although such a lineup posed a considerable threat to Wang Jiuling, in Song Yun's opinion, they were not invincible.

After learning about these situations, Song Yun already had a plan in mind.

He knew that he had to help Wang Jiuling as soon as possible, otherwise once Wang Jiuling’s strength was exhausted, the consequences would be disastrous.

In the tense atmosphere of confrontation, Song Yun's figure flashed and disappeared, as if he had merged into the void, performing a jaw-dropping space teleportation technique.

When he appeared again, he was standing quietly behind a cultivator in the early stage of foundation building, as silent as a ghost.

The magic sword in his hand shone with a cold light, condensing Song Yun's profound spiritual power.

The tip of the sword lightly tapped and accurately penetrated the defense of the cultivator in the early stage of foundation building, killing him with one blow.

The whole process was smooth and seamless, without any drag, as if it was just the most natural breeze blowing across the heaven and earth.

As the foundation-building cultivator fell, the encirclement formed by the five people instantly collapsed, like an ice surface shattered by a huge rock, with cracks scattered everywhere.

The remaining four cultivators, whether they were strong ones in the early stage of foundation building or their companions with slightly lower cultivation, were all horrified, with disbelief and fear in their eyes.

Song Yun did not give them a chance to breathe. His figure blurred again and he used the magic of space teleportation to move freely on the battlefield.

Every time he appeared, it was accompanied by the death of a cultivator at the peak of the thirteenth level of Qi Refining.

His movements were swift and deadly, like the god of death coming to reap lives.

Soon Song Yun dealt with two more Qi Refining cultivators.

In this sudden change, the remaining two monks finally realized that the newcomer was very powerful.

An unprecedented fear arose in their hearts, and after looking at each other, they chose to run away at the same time.

In a flash, Song Yun noticed the intentions of the remaining two cultivators, especially the cultivator in the early stage of foundation building, who had already stepped onto the spirit sword and was ready to use the power of flying to escape from this place of trouble.

However, would Song Yun let it go so easily?

A faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and his figure blurred again. The mystery of space teleportation was used to the fullest by him. In an instant, he crossed a distance of several feet and pointed directly at the escape direction of the cultivator in the early stage of foundation building.

Just when the cultivator in the early stage of foundation building thought he was about to escape with his life, a spiritual rope condensed by the power of space, like a dragon emerging from the sea, cut through the sky and wrapped around his waist accurately.

This space spirit rope is Song Yun's unique secret skill. It can bind space and restrict enemy movements.

The cultivator in the early stage of foundation building was immediately restrained by this force. His body froze, his face full of disbelief and panic.

Song Yun took advantage of the situation and flashed to his side. Without any hesitation, he kicked out with such force that the cultivator in the early stage of foundation building rolled several times in the air, and finally fell heavily to the ground, with dust flying everywhere.

After resolving the threat from the cultivator in the early stage of foundation building, Song Yun finally had the leisure to turn his attention to the other side of the battlefield.

He looked back and saw that where there should have been a Qi Condensation cultivator, that cultivator had now fallen to the ground, replaced by Wang Jiuling, a slightly tired but still determined figure.

Wang Jiuling was holding the blood-stained spiritual sword in one hand, supporting his knee with the other, breathing heavily, as if he had just experienced a life-and-death fight.

Song Yun's gaze lingered on Wang Jiuling for a moment, and he noticed that beneath the fatigue in his eyes, there was a gleam of indomitable spirit.

It is a kind of tenacity that never gives up easily even when facing a strong enemy, and it is also a desire for one's own victory.

Such a look made Song Yun feel more respect for Wang Jiuling.

Just as Song Yun was thinking secretly in his heart, Wang Jiuling seemed to notice his gaze.

He looked up at Song Yun, a wry smile on his lips, that smile contained both relief and helplessness.

He spoke slowly, his voice slightly hoarse but unusually clear: "Brother Song, are you here to kill me too?"