I long to return home!

The malevolent energy in his hand followed the momentum, wrapping around the neck of the Purple Winged Thunder Eagle King, and then turning into strands of blood energy that tightened as Huai Zhen's arm swayed.

In his recollection, Huai Zhen realized that the weak point of the Purple-Winged Thunder Eagle was its neck when he fought it.

At this moment, the Purple Winged Thunder Eagle King sensed something was wrong. A look of horror appeared on his eagle face. He was convinced that if this madman continued like this, it might really drag him down until his cultivation level dropped.

"Insects! When I return, I will annihilate you and banish your soul to the winds, so that you will never be reincarnated!"

The Purple Winged Thunder Eagle King struggled to shake off Huai Zhen, but little did he know that Huai Zhen wanted to use this to land quickly. The huge pulling force caused the Purple Winged Thunder Eagle King's massive body to fall towards the ground.

"What is he doing?" Mo Xiaohuan asked, clutching her broken left arm.

Jiang Xiaodao, watching Huai Zhen's continuously falling body, pondered for a moment and replied, "Let's rely on our physical bodies."

Upon hearing this, Mo Xiaohuan was shocked and exclaimed in disbelief, "How is this possible? A Foundation Establishment pseudo-spiritual root cultivator fighting a near-seventh-tier magical beast in terms of physical strength?!"

All eyes turned to the Purple Winged Thunder Eagle King, which had recovered and was enduring the excruciating pain of its neck being pulled, as it flew upwards. The strength of its magical beast body was on full display at this moment. Huai Zhen, who had not been falling for long, was carried away with a "whoosh".

"Insects, my physical body has the strength of 100,000 jin. How could you, an ant, possibly shake it?"

As soon as he finished speaking, his body, which had been flying high into the air, was suddenly frozen in place. In mid-air, Huai Zhen roared a few times and grabbed down with all his might.

"The magical power of transforming blood!"

These words caused his strength to increase several times over, and his physical strength reached nearly 100,000 jin. The Purple Winged Thunder Eagle King, which had just taken flight, was pulled down once again.

puff!

Huai Zhen crashed heavily to the ground, creating a deep crater. He knelt on one knee and used all his strength to drag the Purple Winged Thunder Eagle Emperor to the height of a four- or five-story building.

The powerful pull caused purple blood to seep from the neck of the Purple Winged Thunder Eagle King, which was desperately trying to fly upwards with its vital points locked.

Huai Zhen was not faring any better; blood seeped from both his palms as well, with threads of blood seeping into his flesh. If this continued, his palms might be severed by the thin threads.

"Blood Kill!"

Huai Zhen shouted again, and at that moment, the blood mist that permeated the ground extended thin blood threads that bound the Purple Winged Thunder Eagle King's feet, fixing it firmly in place.

Even so, it only pulled it down to the second or third floor.

"Blood Kill!"

Huai Zhen shouted again, and the blood energy spreading on his shoulder caused blood lines to sprout from his right arm, which had no foundation, and wrapped around the body of the Purple Winged Thunder Eagle King, this time completely pulling it to the ground.

"Blood Kill!"

He shouted it out again, but this time it wasn't the bloodline. As the words fell, the blood energy surrounding the Purple Winged Thunder Eagle King disappeared into the ground. When it reappeared, it transformed into a dense array of blood spikes that pierced towards the Purple Winged Thunder Eagle King.

The blood spikes easily pierced the skin of the Purple Winged Thunder Eagle King, presumably because the Purple Winged Thunder Eagle King was suffering from the backlash of its cultivation.

"Ah... you ant, even if you bind me, in your current state you're just desperately holding on. It won't be long before this bloodline tears off your entire right arm." The Purple Winged Thunder Eagle Emperor cried out in pain, glancing at Huai Zhen behind him and sneering.

"Give her back to me!" Huai Zhen desperately held on, the sharp blood lines constantly cutting deep into his skin, the blood flowing down and turning into clumps of blood energy that became blood spikes that pierced into the skin of the Purple Winged Thunder Eagle King.

After struggling for more than an hour, Huai Zhen's right arm stopped bleeding and began to tremble uncontrollably. He could feel the blood lines cutting into his flesh severing his arm bones.

This slight loss of power was quickly noticed by the Purple Winged Thunder Eagle King. Taking advantage of the fact that his cultivation had dropped by 100,000 jin and his physical strength still needed to be used to escape as soon as possible, he sought a nest to cultivate in seclusion for a hundred years.

He thought that with a flap of his wings, he felt incredibly relaxed and flew up several feet, but then he began to feel weak again. Looking down, he saw that Huai Zhen was still struggling to stay afloat.

"You ant, you are exhausted. When I return, I will grant you death."

As soon as he finished speaking, another voice rang in his ears: "Who said that? We're not dead yet."

The Purple-Winged Thunder Eagle King looked down and saw Jiang Xiaodao and the other cultivators cherishing the hard-won time to recover some of their spiritual power.

Seeing this, the Purple-Winged Thunder Eagle King felt uneasy, but what could he do? He looked over and saw Xu Tao and Mu Xiyao standing together again, their hands clasped tightly, each making a hand seal with the other, shouting in unison, "Sword, come!"

Two sharp sword sounds rang out as Xu Tao's Reverse Cold Sword and Mu Xiyao's Clear Spirit Sword appeared simultaneously on the two wings of the Purple Winged Thunder Eagle King. They then swiftly spun their blades, their sharp tips easily piercing through the rubble, embedding the enormous creature heavily into the ruins of the ground.

Immediately afterwards, Xu Tao quickly formed hand seals, casting a series of magic seals, and the icy sword fell into the wound that had been pierced by Huai Zhen's blood sword.

Once the ice sword entered the body, the biting cold swept through the internal organs, and the cold air spreading from the wound froze into ice, covering most of the body in just a few breaths.

Meanwhile, the Vajra Buddha, formed from the form of Wu Nian, stood up again, angrily lifting the head of the Purple-Winged Thunder Eagle King, revealing its neck entangled in blood lines.

Based on Huai Zhen's previous actions, everyone noticed that the Purple Winged Thunder Eagle's neck defense was relatively weak, and now the bloodline had seeped into the flesh, just like on Huai Zhen's right arm.

With another burst of strength from Huai Zhen's right arm, the head of the Purple Winged Thunder Eagle King was tilted back even further, its flesh and blood exposed to Jiang Xiaodao's view.

How could she hesitate at this opportunity she had fought so hard for? Grasping her flaming greatsword, she quickly approached and leaped forward, beheading the Purple Winged Thunder Eagle King amidst its terrified gaze.

The massive head fell to the ground, its purple blood scattering across the devastated ruins, announcing the victor in this life-or-death struggle.

Before long, the purple beast core flew out of the body. Unlike the sixth-order beast core, it seemed to have a pattern inside that resembled the Purple Winged Thunder Eagle King, or it looked like an embryo.

Perhaps this is why I failed to reach the seventh level.

But at this moment, there was still a fatal problem: if Shen Lingjiao died here, none of them present would survive. With trepidation, Jiang Xiaodao swiftly slashed open the abdomen of the Purple Winged Thunder Eagle King, hoping that Shen Lingjiao's life-saving magic weapon was good enough.

Purple blood gushed out like a stream, and soon, in everyone's eyes, hope was finally seen. Shen Lingjiao slid out, her whole body soaked in viscous blood, and some of her clothes were corroded by concentrated acid, revealing large areas of snow-white skin.

Besides, Shen Lingjiao huddled up in a ball, shivering from the cold, and cried out in a trembling voice, "Sickly girl, I'm freezing to death."

Upon hearing this, Huai Zhen looked over and, without hesitation, dragged his broken right arm and knelt before him, pulling him tightly into his arms with his left arm.

"Sickly boy, you scared me to death! Why is it so cold?" Shen Lingjiao huddled in Huaizhen's arms, speechless with shock as she looked at his horrific right arm.