Digging up spiritual roots and seizing blood? You scumbags, wait and tremble.

At this moment, Zhong Ran seemed unaware of the attack from behind, pressing her longsword down forcefully.

The black-robed youth revealed a strange smile, and a wisp of black mist emerged from his palm.

Once this black mist is sent into Zhong Ran's body, Zhong Ran will gradually be controlled by him.

The thought that even such a peerless genius was under his control made him want to laugh.

The red-clad, unorthodox youth naturally witnessed this scene. A sinister glint flashed in his eyes as he feigned defeat and gave Zhong Ran a slight advantage.

He never imagined that this one point would almost cost him his life.

The black-robed youth's palm strike seemed to be extremely slow, impossible to land no matter how hard you tried.

But Zhong Ran seized the moment when he was distracted and slashed down with her longsword.

That sword actually cut his shoulder.

A scorching heat seeped into his body through the wound, causing him to groan in pain. He quickly retreated while looking up.

The black-robed youth has not yet been filmed, and after Zhong Ran wounded him, he took the opportunity to slash at him again.

He quickly teleported away, but stumbled and landed right next to a woman in a white robe.

Without thinking, he reached out and clawed at the white-clad woman's back.

However, at that moment, he suddenly experienced a spasm, and his whole body curled up helplessly.

Seeing this, someone stabbed him again, this time aiming straight for the back of his head.

This is meant to disrupt his primordial spirit, leaving him with nowhere to escape.

Zhong Ran seemed to be out of sight, either because she was too busy or because Zhu Luan was watching her.

Zhu Luan originally intended to take advantage of Zhong Ran being entangled with two top geniuses so that she could assassinate him.

After all, she had done quite a few things like that.

Zhong Ran suddenly turned around and thrust his sword at her again.

At the same time, it also activated the power of the Dark Source Pearl, and wisps of black mist came from this direction, seemingly unintentional.

In battles between the righteous and the evil, black mist is inevitable, and it's often a dense, inky black cloud.

The sky here has been affected; if it weren't for everyone's divine sense, they would be panicking by now.

Even so, the righteous geniuses were still panicked.

Unlike Mu Jinning and her group, they are not easily injured.

They were all injured to varying degrees, and the black mist made it difficult for their wounds to heal.

However, no one cares about their feelings at times like this.

Neither the demonic nor the evil faction paid any attention to the black mist, but Zhu Luan seemed to sense an impending crisis.

She thought that Zhong Ran wouldn't have time to pay attention to her under these circumstances, but she didn't expect Zhong Ran to quickly return to defense.

Moreover, Zhong Ran's defensive retreat actually made her feel a sense of crisis?

This feeling is very bad.

She was unwilling to admit that Zhong Ran was really that much more talented than them.

His aura surged, a cloud of blood mist billowed out, and he roared, "Mountains of corpses and seas of blood!"

Not only Zhong Ran, but two other geniuses nearby were also affected and shrouded in the blood mist.

In that instant, all other colors disappeared from my sight, leaving only a sea of ​​red.

It felt as if I were actually on that battlefield, surrounded by corpses and rivers of blood.

A sense of dread arose deep within me; my spirit seemed imprisoned there, unable to escape, and my heart gradually grew restless.

Zhong Ran glanced at the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood, then suddenly threw her longsword to the right.

A gentle breeze swept by, and the blood mist was blown straight into the sky, quickly dissipating and the blood dissipating.

Zhu Luan had just dodged the sword, and when she looked again, her blood mist had disappeared.

"Very good, you've successfully caught my attention."

She stared coldly at Zhong Ran, her eyes gradually turning red, as if they were two blood-red vortexes.

Two crimson vortexes flew towards Zhong Ran, as if trying to suck her in.

Zhong Ran looked around strangely, but there was no one left, only a sea of ​​blood.

"Heh, you do have some tricks up your sleeve."

She let out a soft groan, and a golden light flashed in her mind, causing the crimson before her eyes to disappear.

At the same time, she suddenly raised her hand and pointed, the finger beam seemingly riding the wind, its speed several times faster than before.

Moreover, she concealed the danger emanating from her fingertip using the power of wind, making the enemy oblivious.

This was something she had figured out herself after facing that old man last time, and she tried incorporating wind elemental power into it.

Strong individuals have an extremely strong sense of danger and can teleport, rendering ordinary spiritual techniques almost useless.

Supernatural powers have the ability to lock onto one's aura, leaving no escape, but this is only effective against opponents of similar strength, or when one can fight against opponents one or two levels above one's own.

But what they are facing now is not just one or two cultivators of a lower level, but powerful beings of a higher level.

They hadn't actually cultivated any supernatural powers, and the finger technique they created had significant flaws, so they definitely needed to find a way to improve it.

This finger strike, infused with wind elemental power, was even faster and offered no pressure, making it impossible for anyone to sense any danger.

But if you think she just pointed randomly, you'd be sorely mistaken.

Zhu Luan is no ordinary person. She became a key figure in the evil path not just because of her ruthlessness.

Her powerful sixth sense saved her life countless times.

When Zhong Ran pointed at her, she inexplicably felt a sense of crisis.

But upon closer inspection, it is not obvious.

Although she was puzzled, she instinctively teleported away.

A hissing sound came from where she had just been. She looked quickly and saw a demonic cultivator who had flashed to a spot not far behind her, now with a bloody hole in his back.

He looked down at his chest, where a trickle of blood shot out, like a crimson jet of water.

He slowly turned around, wanting to see who had ambushed him, but he couldn't see anyone at all.

After Zhu Luan teleported, Zhong Ran also teleported and attacked, while simultaneously manipulating the black mist to increase the pressure.

The pressure emanating from the Dark Source Pearl is something not everyone can withstand.

Even the most brilliant minds were struggling to move and their expressions changed.

"Who the hell is pulling this stunt? Show yourself."

Jiang Mancang roared angrily, looking extremely disheveled.

He couldn't help but look at Mu Jinning opposite him, only to see him effortlessly thrust his sword at him.

He wanted to escape, but the pressure was too great, and he couldn't.

"Bastard!" he roared, and a black mist rose from his body, forming a shield in front of him to block Mu Jinning's longsword.

Mu Jinning felt as if the longsword had pierced into a swamp, making it difficult to move forward.

After Jiang Mancang released black mist to temporarily block the attack, he quickly tried to retreat, but the pressure suddenly increased, and he was unable to move.

No matter how hard he tried to circulate his internal energy, he was still unable to move.

But before his eyes, a flame rose up, and his black mist shield was burned away.

His pupils constricted, his whole body trembled violently, and a surge of energy rose within him, breaking through the feeling of constraint.

He teleported away quickly, his forehead covered in cold sweat.

He hadn't done anything like this for many years since his debut.

He had a feeling that if he hadn't burned a portion of his bloodline in time to break free from those constraints, he would probably have been burned to ashes by now.

"Sacred fire?"