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Hidden in the shadows, the scene of the battle between the several people was clearly visible.

The current battle situation is quite tense.

Neither side gained any advantage.

Zhao Ying was surrounded by six icy swords radiating a chilling aura, which she then commanded.

The ice swords shot out all at once, shattering the blood-red defensive array set up by Leng She, and causing ripples to spread across the surface of the array barrier.

Zhao Ying frowned slightly, about to reassemble her ice swords, intending to break through the blood-red tortoise shell by sheer numbers.

Leng She's fingertips flickered violently with spiritual light, and then a blood-red short blade flew out of nowhere, scattering ice shards all over the ground. It did not directly attack Zhao Ying, but instead aimed at Zhao Qian, whose cultivation level was lower.

Zhao Qian's ice shield technique had already been cracked by the Blood Soul Sect cultivator in the late stage of Qi Refining, and was now unable to withstand the attack of the spiritual weapon.

The blood-red short blade shattered and broke in an instant as it spun at high speed.

Fortunately, her sister's help came just in time. With her sword leading the way, three ice swords followed closely behind, forcefully stopping Leng She's attack and knocking the blood-red short blade away, where it became deeply embedded in an old tree.

Leng She snorted disdainfully, quickly channeling his spiritual power to draw out the blood-red short blade and continue to harass the two members of the Zhao family.

He then produced a jet-black talisman, and the moment it was activated, a series of shrill screams rang out.

Immediately, five half-illusory, half-real ghosts flew out from it, their eyes glowing with scarlet light, and they all let out piercing screams as they pounced on Zhao Ying and Zhao Qian respectively.

Li Shen's pupils contracted slightly.

The ghostly spirits summoned by Leng She's strange talisman were not entirely the same as the soul slaves within his own ghostly banner.

Unlike the Soul Slave, it has no obvious physical form. It splits up on its own the moment Zhao Ying and Zhao Qian's attacks are about to get close, and then it condenses again.

Moreover, with the blessing of the Soul-Sinking Forest, it becomes extremely difficult to deal with.

"If I didn't have the Ghost Banner, I probably wouldn't have gained any advantage in dealing with them."

Li Shen made a mental assessment, then summoned the Soul-Devouring Ants to lie in ambush underground, waiting for a good opportunity.

However, Zhao Ying was not helpless. Her expression was indifferent, her spiritual power surged, and her icy aura erupted, sending out five slender ice needles.

Before the two spirits reached the distance where they would split up on their own if they sensed danger, Zhao Ying's eyes flickered, and the ice needles suddenly exploded into flowers, freezing the two spirits into ice sculptures in an instant.

Clang! Clang!

The ice sculpture landed and rolled, making a series of crisp sounds.

However, Leng She showed no sign of panic.

This is clearly not the first time we've encountered this situation.

He glanced at the two frozen, lifeless spirits, a mocking smile playing on his lips:

"So what if I shatter two of my yin souls? Fairy Zhao, how much spiritual power do you still have left to squander?"

Before he finished speaking, he took out a blood-red flag from his storage bag.

The flag, about half a person's height, was planted directly into the ground by him.

Then, as his lips murmured, the blood-red flag fluttered without wind, making a loud rustling sound.

The remaining three ghostly spirits rushed forward and engaged in a fierce battle with Zhao Ying and Zhao Qian.

Meanwhile, another late-stage Qi Refining cultivator from the Blood Soul Sect also used all his methods, even releasing a mid-stage first-tier spirit pet, the Blood Wolfhound, in order to buy time.

The blood-red flag that Leng She raised gradually exuded a terrifying aura.

"Sister, don't worry about me!"

Zhao Qian bit her lip, and with a hint of anxiety, she transmitted her voice.

Zhao Ying's expression remained indifferent, but the fingers that were forming the magic seal tightened slightly.

After hesitating for a moment, she gritted her teeth and threw the longsword in her hand.

In mid-air, the longsword rapidly grew to enormous size, its blade radiating a sharp, chilling aura. Just as it was about to break through Leng She's defensive formation in one fell swoop, a voice transmission drifted into her ears.

The hesitation in her eyes vanished instantly, and the greatsword fell fiercely.

Leng She did not stop casting spells, thinking that Zhao Ying could not break through the defensive formation he had set up.

But the thought had barely crossed his mind when his expression changed drastically.

A swarm of black ants appeared out of nowhere, transforming into a short blade that spun violently and attacked the protective barrier before the greatsword could fall.

If that were all, it wouldn't be worth his change of expression.

To his shock, the location attacked by the mysterious ant swarm was crumbling at an extremely rapid pace, instantly revealing a huge gap.

Beneath his feet, where the Blood Fiend Banner stood, the ground suddenly collapsed, and thousands of Soul-Devouring Ants surged out like a tide, instantly climbing up his legs.

Those seemingly insignificant ants, when they bite down hard with their mandibles, actually send waves of tingling and itching through you.

Leng She was horrified to discover that the spiritual energy within his body was rapidly draining away, as if it were being frantically devoured by something!

As a result, the Blood Fiend Flag became unstable.

"not good!"

He was filled with shock and anger, and had no choice but to stop the spell, pull out the Blood Demon Flag, forcefully shake off the ants on his legs, and escape from this place.

Li Shen had been waiting for this moment.

He seized the moment when his opponent was in mid-air and swiftly launched five dark-colored throwing knives, followed by several ice spikes and fireballs.

Leng She took several solid blows, crashing heavily to the ground, rolling several times before scrambling to his feet.

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his body flashing with spiritual light. Fortunately, he was wearing a defensive robe.

"How come you're not dead?! Where's Han Won-hwa?"

He sounded quite shocked.

What do you think?

Li Shen didn't even look up, just shook the Greedy Molting Gu worm in his hand, his tone as calm as if he were discussing the weather.

Leng She's expression changed drastically.

"The Greedy Metamorphosis Gu?! You?"

Before he could finish speaking, Li Shen made a hand seal with his left hand and shouted in a deep voice:

"rise!"

A sudden sense of alarm arose in Leng She's heart, and three crimson spiritual walls instantly rose around his body—the Three Flames Trapping Array set up by Li Shen.

Zhao Ying's attack followed closely.

Five ice needles pierced through the crimson spirit wall silently and precisely entered Leng She's body.

Leng She trembled violently, his robe was pierced, and he suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood. His face turned deathly pale, and his eyes were filled with disbelief and murderous intent.

"You just wait, I won't let you get away with this!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Li Shen frowned.

The opponent was clearly at their last gasp, yet why did I still unconsciously sense a sense of unease?

Without hesitation, he swiftly summoned the Blood Soul Nail to deliver the final blow. However, the mouthful of blood that Leng She had spat out earlier transformed into a cloud of blood mist, which quickly spread outwards.

Li Shen's expression changed slightly. Not knowing what the other party intended, he took a few steps back.

Zhao Ying also sensed something was wrong. With a flick of her sleeve, several streams of cold air swept out, freezing the spreading blood mist into tiny ice crystals.

But in that brief moment of delay, Leng She's figure had already disappeared from the spot.

Only a pool of dark red blood and a few fragments of the spirit wall remained on the spot.

It is unknown what kind of technique was used, but a huge gap was broken in the Three Flames Trapping Formation, through which Leng She escaped.

Moreover, the escape technique he used was extremely fast, and with the interference of the misty miasma in the Soul-Falling Forest, Li Shen's divine sense couldn't detect anything.

Li Shen clicked his tongue inwardly, knowing that if he let him escape, there would be endless dangers in the future. His heart was filled with turmoil, but after rational consideration, he gave up the idea of ​​rashly pursuing him.

After all, the other party has a Golden Core cultivator behind them.

With a sigh, Li Shen turned his gaze to the late-stage Qi Refining cultivator who had been abandoned.

The man's face was deathly pale, his legs trembled slightly, and his magical weapon was raised in mid-air, but he didn't know whether to attack or flee.

thump.

His knees buckled and he knelt down.

"Fellow Daoist! Spare...spare my life! I'm willing to hand over my storage bag, and I'm willing to swear a great oath to the Blood Soul Sect, to leave this world forever..."