I long to return home!

This battle lasted for two nights, a fierce and earth-shattering struggle that plunged the world into darkness!

Even so, Jiang Xiaodao and the other cultivators still didn't see much of a chance of victory. Xu Tao and Mu Xiyao used a combined sword technique, complementing each other and creating countless sword variations, but they could only leave some marks on the Purple Winged Thunder Eagle King. The ice slashed out by the "Snowfall" sword did not cause much damage, and it didn't even break through the skin.

Despite his lifespan-consuming fighting style, Jiang Xiaodao managed to leave a shallow knife mark on the Purple Winged Thunder Eagle King's claws as Mo Xiaohuan and the other cultivators broke through the encirclement.

However, the wound healed at a speed visible to the naked eye with very little blood loss. Judging from the battles of the past few days, the Purple Winged Thunder Eagle King seemed to have intentionally reduced its combat power and had not exerted its full strength in the battle.

Another day passed, and the cultivators were exhausted. Their spiritual energy was depleted, and before they could rest, they were killed by the Purple Winged Thunder Eagle King in an extremely cruel way. Among them was a Golden Core cultivator who was swallowed whole.

He looked at Jiang Xiaodao and the others with disdain, who were still stubbornly resisting even though they knew their deaths were imminent. Now, he could kill them all by simply flapping his wings.

"You all, give up resistance and experience the slaughter!"

Jiang Xiaodao fell to the ground, and could only stagger to her feet by gripping the hilt of the knife with both hands. She felt weak all over, and her fair skin had lost its elasticity. She looked as if she had aged ten years, and the sparse spiritual energy in her entire body was not even comparable to that of a cultivator at the peak of the Foundation Establishment stage.

Mo Xiaohuan, who was standing next to her, was seriously injured. Not only was her entire mechanical armor damaged, but her left leg bone and left arm bone were also broken. Now she could hardly even stand up.

Xu Tao's injuries were the lightest among them. Every time a potentially fatal attack was about to hit him, the icy sword in his left hand would emit a chilling aura to neutralize the attack.

Xu Tao looked up at the Purple Winged Thunder Eagle King, who seemed to be on top of the world, and shielded the panting Mu Xiyao behind him. Taking the opportunity, he tried to hand the Frost Sword to her left hand and said softly, "Xiyao, if I die, this sword will protect you as you leave. Please kill that old thief Huang Jun for me after you reach the Nascent Soul stage!"

Mu Xiyao did not hesitate at all, and grasped Xu Tao's outstretched hand tightly. Her tone was firm and unwavering: "Senior Brother Xu, what nonsense are you talking about? We are Daoist partners. If we are to die, we will die together. Even if we die here today, I will accompany you as a vengeful ghost to return to the world and take revenge together."

Upon hearing this, Xu Tao felt relieved, a slight smile curving his cold face. He chuckled and said, "Xi Yao, if we can survive, shall we finish what we haven't done yet?"

Upon hearing this, a blush appeared on Mu Xiyao's pretty face. She remained silent, but her action of drawing her sword to fight confirmed her thoughts.

This battle was too brutal; it was a challenge against an opponent who was simply unbeatable.

The Purple-Winged Thunder Eagle Emperor stood atop a ruined mountain peak, overlooking all things in the mountains. Looking at the cultivators who were like ants, his sharp gaze swept over them and noticed Shen Lingjiao and the others hiding in the corner. Perhaps out of the pride of a strong person, he was filled with anger towards those who hid in the back.

He let out a roar that shook the world, and then glared fiercely at Shen Lingjiao, who was being protected by several people. He said in a stern voice, "You who live by clinging to life deserve to suffer the torment of ten thousand insects eating your bones."

After saying that, he flapped his wings, stirring up layers of air waves. Caught off guard, he appeared less than a hundred feet in front of Huai Zhen, his sharp claws seemingly about to pierce through him.

In this critical moment, Huaizhen stood in front of Shen Lingjiao, spreading her hands in a Tai Chi posture, using softness to overcome hardness and using qi to defend herself.

At the same time, Wu Nian's calm expression turned panicked. He clasped his hands together and used his Vajra power, with his prayer beads in front of him and a huge Vajra bell firmly protecting everyone inside.

clang!

The Vajra Bell couldn't hold on for long before it was torn apart. Sharp claws attacked, and the Buddhist beads were snapped and scattered all over the ground. Huai Zhen and the other tried to resist, but were blown hundreds of meters away by the Purple Winged Thunder Eagle King's wings on both sides and crashed heavily into the mountain rocks.

The other two Foundation Establishment cultivators who were guarding Shen Lingjiao had their chests pierced by sharp claws and died without even struggling.

With a heavy claw strike, Shen Lingjiao shrank into a ball in fear, too terrified to even utter a cry.

But the gruesome scene did not occur. Just as the claws approached, a halo of light protected her. Shen Lingjiao opened her eyes and saw that the longevity lock around her neck had taken effect.

The aura was incredibly sturdy; even a Nascent Soul cultivator couldn't easily break it. The Purple-Winged Thunder Eagle King was surprised, and only after several claw strikes did he realize that it was a top-tier defensive magic weapon for Nascent Soul cultivators, which he couldn't penetrate with his current cultivation level.

"You are indeed difficult to kill, but I can still kill you."

The Purple Winged Thunder Eagle King grabbed Shen Lingjiao, who was enveloped in a halo, and tossed her upwards. Then, it opened its mouth wide and swallowed her whole in the latter's despairing gaze!

"Do not!!!"

A heart-wrenching, desperate scream rang out!

In the distance, Huai Zhen emerged from the rocky mountains, his body riddled with fractures. Had it not been for his robust physique, he would likely have struggled to even stand.

In this indirect scene, painful memories surged up, turning the spiritual sea crimson, with blood churning and creating turbulent waves that stirred up the winds and clouds.

A series of unbearable memories flashed through her mind: being chased and killed, and in the end, it seemed she hadn't been able to protect the woman named Ling Jiao...

Huai Zhen knelt on the ground, his hands clutching his head, as clusters of blood-red malevolent energy surged out and enveloped him.

In addition, there was another voice mixed in with Huaizhen's shout. It was Wunian. His physical body was also strong enough. At this moment, his eyes were fierce and he had a murderous intent that was forbidden by Buddhism.

He roared and grabbed forward with his palm. The scattered Buddhist beads on the ground glowed with golden light, flew to the side of the Purple Winged Thunder Eagle Emperor and spun rapidly, then gradually shrank until they locked him in place.

The next moment, his figure shot out, cracking the ground. He raised a palm and smashed it down. This palm transformed into a golden hand, containing Buddhist power, and struck the Purple Winged Thunder Eagle Emperor heavily.

Although the effect was not obvious, it bought them a chance to fight again. Jiang Xiaodao and the others, who had been in a bad situation, resumed their battle and attacked with their magical weapons.

The sharp sword light and the barrage of various magical treasures finally took effect. This was the first time in many days that they had heard this behemoth let out a painful cry.

Inside the Purple Winged Thunder Eagle's belly, Shen Lingjiao was enveloped in thick, corrosive stomach acid. The Longevity Lock could withstand attacks from Nascent Soul stage cultivators, but it couldn't stop the gradual corrosive effects of the stomach acid.

Fortunately, there was one more life-saving treasure: the golden robes worn by every member of the royal family, each crafted from a top-grade spirit stone.

Wearing this life-saving golden robe can make one immune to all poisons for a short period of time, and prevent water and fire from harming the body.

Therefore, Shen Lingjiao was surrounded by stomach acid, and besides feeling the stench, she was also terrified. In addition to the corpses of the demonic beasts, the stomach acid also contained the human cultivators she had swallowed earlier.

Without any life-saving magic, their skin was rapidly dissolved, leaving their faces grotesquely contorted.