Transforming into a stunningly beautiful fox spirit, leaving a scar on the heart of a prodigy.

On the array's light screen, the crimson white tiger dharma image crashed violently into the spatial barrier.

A dull thud echoed across millions of miles of void, slamming directly into the sky above the main camp of the Supreme Forgetfulness Sect in the Northern Region. The twelve layers of transparent defensive light barrier distorted violently, and visible energy ripples spread across its surface.

The ground around the camp trembled violently.

The array patterns on the stone pavement were operating under overload, emitting a blinding light. Gravel sprang from the ground, crashing against the stone walls on either side. Wooden crates storing supplies tipped over, spilling out several unopened spirit ore pieces.

The White Tiger Dharma Form did not pause. It raised its massive tiger claws and slammed them down on the spatial barrier once more.

"Click."

The sound of space shattering came from inside the light curtain.

All the disciples in the Supreme Forgetfulness Sect's camp stopped what they were doing. They looked up at the enormous creature on the light screen, burning with dark red Gengjin baleful energy. Fear spread through the crowd.

Zhao Wuji stared intently at the light screen. The color drained from his face, leaving only a deathly pallor. He gripped his dark blue sword sheath tightly with his right hand, the veins on the back of his hand bulging and pounding rapidly with his heartbeat.

"Madman." Zhao Wuji gritted his teeth.

The White Tiger Dharma Form made its third impact on the spatial barrier.

The distortion of the light curtain reached its limit, and large bursts of sparks erupted from the array nodes at the edges.

Zhao Wuji suddenly turned around and roared towards the main law enforcement tent in the center of the camp.

"Seal off the camp! Activate the highest-level demon-slaying formation!"

His dry voice cracked from extreme fear and tension, sounding hysterical in the howling wind.

The seven massive stone pillars in the center of the camp lit up simultaneously. Blinding white beams of light shot into the sky, directly merging into the defensive light barrier above. The barrier instantly doubled in thickness, its surface covered with densely packed killing runes.

A violent array of gales raged through the camp.

Beneath the grey cloak, Su Chang'an's translucent body trembled violently. She had just forcibly shattered the power of the Soul-Stabilizing Pill, and the backlash was tearing at her soul core.

Without a physical body to cushion the pain, it strikes directly into the deepest recesses of the soul.

Su Chang'an clenched her teeth tightly, swallowing back the muffled groan in her throat. She slightly raised her head, her gaze piercing through the gap in the hood, fixed on the blood-soaked figure on the light screen.

Bai Yin's flesh was constantly being torn apart by the spatial turbulence, exposing his white bones. But he didn't care at all, mechanically and frantically tearing through the space in front of him.

Su Chang'an's soul showed signs of widespread collapse at its edges. She forcefully mobilized her last bit of willpower to gather the scattered energy back together.

Luo Qingxue stood at the front. She looked up at the light screen, her eyes also filled with shock. The Mad Tiger of the Far West Asura Field, the legendary monster who only knew how to kill, was now displaying a decisiveness that exceeded everyone's understanding.

The fierce winds of the demon-slaying formation, mixed with ice and snow, swept in, causing Luo Qingxue's white Taoist robe to flutter wildly.

Luo Qingxue withdrew her gaze. She didn't turn around, but subconsciously took a step to the right. She stood in front of Su Chang'an.

The white cloak and upright back blocked the sharp air currents that escaped when the great formation was in operation. The violent gale was cleaved in front of Luo Qingxue by invisible sword intent, bypassing the gray cloak behind her.

Su Chang'an felt the pressure on her face decrease sharply. She looked at Luo Qingxue's back without saying a word.

A tremendous roar came from above the gap in the stone wall of the side gate. Heavy mechanical gears spun rapidly, emitting a piercing grinding sound.

The towering, three-zhang-high Dragon-Slaying Stone detached from its latch and crashed down with a deafening roar.

The ground shook violently again. Large amounts of dust fell from the cracks in the stone walls.

The side door closed completely. The heavy, broken dragon stone was perfectly embedded in the groove in the ground, and the array runes lit up.

Su Chang'an's only escape route from the camp was cut off.

Zhao Wuji was breathing heavily. His eyes were sunken and bloodshot from extreme tension. He turned his head, his gaze passing over Luo Qingxue's shoulder, and fixed on the gray cloak.

Bai Yin on the light screen continued to close the distance. The destructive aura emanating from the array sent chills down Zhao Wuji's spine. He needed an outlet to vent his fear.

"Luo Qingxue!"

Zhao Wuji shouted sharply, spittle flying everywhere. He strode forward, closing in on the two men.

"A powerful enemy is pressing in! And you're accompanied by a wandering spirit of unknown origin!"

He raised his hand and pointed directly at Su Chang'an.

"The formation is now completely sealed off; any unstable element could cause a backlash! Eliminate her on the spot immediately to prevent future trouble!"

Four sword-wielding disciples stepped forward, gripping their sword hilts, ready to strike at any moment.

Luo Qingxue straightened up. She gripped the hilt of her sword with her right hand.

The longsword was drawn. The blade rubbed against the scabbard with a crisp sound. A glint of sword light, like a pool of autumn water, flashed in the dim light.

The sword tip rose, pointing directly at Zhao Wuji's face.

The four sword-wielding disciples stopped in their tracks, not daring to approach any further.

"Elder Zhao." Luo Qingxue's voice was extremely cold, showing no intention of backing down.

"With a formidable enemy at hand, instead of thinking about defending against them, you drew your sword against a low-level remnant soul that couldn't even withstand the pressure of an array."

With a slight flick of her wrist, the tip of her sword locked onto Zhao Wuji's throat.

"Is this how you disgrace the Supreme Forgetfulness Sect?!"

Zhao Wuji's facial muscles twitched violently. He stared at the sword tip less than a foot from his throat, and the veins on the back of his hand, gripping the dark blue scabbard, bulged again.

"You dare point your sword at the Elder of Law Enforcement?" Zhao Wuji's voice was low, revealing an undisguised killing intent.

Su Chang'an stood behind Luo Qingxue. She heard Zhao Wuji's murderous intent and knew that she absolutely could not arouse his suspicion at this moment. If Zhao Wuji really made a move, Luo Qingxue might not be able to protect her, and her disguised identity would be completely exposed.

The oppressive force of the Demon-Slaying Formation was pressing down from above.

Seizing the opportunity, Su Chang'an used the oppressive force to withdraw the last bit of power supporting his soul.

Her body tilted to one side, lost her balance, and collapsed onto the cold stone floor.

A grey cloak lay scattered on the ground. A translucent shell flickered violently beneath the cloak. She controlled the energy at the edge of her soul, causing it to appear as if it were about to dissipate and crumble.

She lay on the ground, her hands weakly gripping the rubble, her translucent fingers piercing through the stones. She could barely maintain her basic human form; her entire soul had shrunk into a blurry, grayish-white blur.

The faint fluctuations of spiritual energy were intermittent and could be extinguished at any moment.

Zhao Wuji's gaze passed over the sword's edge and landed on Su Chang'an, who was lying on the ground.

He looked at the trembling remnant soul under the pressure of the array, and at the pitiful gray-white light and shadow that could not even maintain a human form.

The bloodshot in Zhao Wuji's eyes slowly faded. After confirming that the other party posed no threat, his tense nerves relaxed slightly.

The doubt in his eyes completely vanished.

Instead, there was a strong sense of contempt and disdain.

That was merely a low-level human soul, ravaged by wind and snow on the far north snowfield, on the verge of collapse. A piece of trash that couldn't even withstand the pressure emanating from the Demon-Slaying Array.

Zhao Wuji snorted coldly.

He ignored Su Chang'an on the ground and didn't try to deflect Luo Qingxue's sword. He turned around and strode towards the main law enforcement tent in the center of the camp.

"Everyone, stand ready! Keep a close watch on the formation's core!" Zhao Wuji's roar echoed throughout the camp.

Luo Qingxue watched Zhao Wuji walk away. She flipped her wrist and sheathed her longsword.

She turned around and looked down at Su Chang'an, who was lying on the ground.

On the array's light barrier, the crimson white tiger dharma image once again shattered a section of void. The ground of the camp continued to tremble. Wind and snow howled outside the Dragon-Slaying Stone.