After I stopped trying, a rich woman trained me into a demon emperor.

"Miao...girl..."

He peered through the murky water at the huddled figure in the distance.

Miao Yingying saw it.

She saw that Wang Pangzi's entire body was bound into sections of bulging flesh by thin blue threads.

That round face was so distorted it was unrecognizable.

His lips moved in the water, and he uttered two words.

No sound.

Miao Yingying identifies the export type.

That's "Don't cry".

Miao Yingying's tears immediately dissolved into the water.

She looked down at her hands, which were scalded by the silver bell.

The flesh and blood were twisted and rolled up, a horrifying sight.

Then she stopped looking at her grandfather.

She brought her right index and middle fingers together to her lips.

A sharp whistle pierced the water.

Thirty feet away, the drought demon's silver-armored corpse, which had been lying in the mud, suddenly had two balls of emerald green flames ignite in its empty eye sockets.

A gray afterimage streaked straight across the bottom of the water.

The speed was so fast that even the great man glanced at it from the side.

The silver-armored corpse crashed into the group of demon ninjas.

It was just a slash from a sharp claw.

The shikigami silk wrapped around Fatty Wang was completely torn apart.

The fat man's body, now free of restraint, limply sank downwards from the water.

"Wang Yulin!"

Miao Yingying rushed forward, crying.

With her scalded hands, she tightly bound Wang Pangzi's heavy body.

The fat man under the Fudo Myoo, weighing a thousand jin, pressed down on her, causing her knees to sink deep into the mud.

Wake up!

Please don't sleep!

Fatty Wang forced his eyes open, managing a weak smile.

"Don't touch me with your hand..."

It will hurt.

Go help Ran-ge!

Thank you!"

Miao Yingying hugged his head tightly, her tears mingling with the blood.

She looked up, her gaze shifting to the twelve demon ninjas who had re-surrounded her.

Then it landed further away, on the deck, where a gentleman with his hands in his pockets and an elegant smile.

Miao Yingying stood up, leaned Wang Pangzi against the rocks behind her, and turned to face the Ghost Ninja.

The silver-armored corpse understood and returned to her side, its claws still bearing fragments of the demon ninja's limbs.

She pulled a bone whistle from her waist.

That was the natal magic weapon she and the silver corpse had crafted together.

Without the slightest hesitation, she bit her tongue and sprayed her blood onto the whistle.

His face turned pale in an instant.

The sound produced by the bone whistle is not transmitted through the water flow.

Instead, it directly shakes the soul.

Driven by the bone whistle, the silver-armored corpse underwent a dramatic transformation!

Its entire body was covered in grayish-white scales that oozed dark red blood patterns, and even in the water, the long-lost fire of the drought demon's corpse ignited.

That was at the cost of Miao Yingying's own life force.

The silver-armored corpse was forcibly propelled into a "berserk" state.

The Silver Armor Corpse's combat strength soared from the mid-Foundation Establishment stage to the peak of Foundation Establishment!

"We'll die together!"

Miao Yingying wiped the blood from her lips, opened her arms, and stood in front of Fatty Wang.

Behind him was a huge, bloodied and mangled body.

A corpse-driving maid.

A berserk silver-armored corpse.

They stood in front of the twelve demon ninjas.

The berserk state of the silver-armored corpse can only be maintained for fifteen minutes.

Therefore, she must seize the opportunity at any cost.

The silver-armored corpse charged into the group of demon ninjas, its figure as swift as gray lightning.

With its claws crossed, each move carried a surge of corpse-like aura.

The head of the first demon ninja was twisted off.

Black liquid spurted out from the broken end.

The demon doesn't feel pain.

The headless body continued its attack, its arms outstretched, short blades popping out from its sleeves, aiming for the gap under the silver-armored corpse's armpits.

Miao Yingying's bone whistle never stopped, the sound directing every movement of the silver-armored corpse.

They were completely in sync, allowing the demons to charge left and right among the ninja.

The three demon ninjas were torn to pieces.

The remaining nine demon ninjas quickly changed formation.

They no longer fight alone, but group up in threes and attack in a "triangular encirclement" formation.

Each group consists of three people: one to engage in close combat, one to cut in, and one to launch a sneak attack.

The silver-armored corpse was entangled by three groups, and its claw attacks were precisely blocked and dodged.

At this moment, Su Qingwu also came to her senses and rushed up to help her sister.

The sisters' tidal aura condensed into water blades, cutting into the gaps in the demon ninja formation.

The blue water blade failed to kill in one strike, but it disrupted the coordinated rhythm of the demon ninja.

On the other side of the battlefield.

Zhang Xuansu's Heavenly Dipper Sword Formation was fully deployed.

He and six direct disciples of Longhu Mountain performed the ritual steps, their feet treading the positions of the Big Dipper.

Golden Taoist energy surged from their heads, condensing into a giant sword phantom in the water.

That is the signature technique of Longhu Mountain: the Heavenly Gang Subduing Demon Sword.

"Evil spirits reign supreme; the sword will be drawn to vanquish them!"

Zhang Xuansu gave a clear shout and pointed his demon-slaying sword forward.

The golden sword shadows of the Seven Star Sword Formation split into seven beams of light, slashing towards the Dragon-Locking Mirror of the Pai Sect Leader.

The leader of the Pai Sect had a distorted expression as he formed hand seals to maintain the blood net.

He activated the Dragon-Locking Mirror, causing its surface to reflect sword energy.

The golden sword energy struck the surface of the bronze mirror, producing a piercing whistling sound like metal striking stone.

Three more cracks appeared on the original Dragon-Locking Mirror, and dark red liquid seeped from the mirror surface.

The ritual implements are bleeding.

Zhang Xuansu!

"You, Longhushan, dare to openly confront us? Aren't you afraid of being investigated by the Special Administration Bureau?!"

The leader of the Red Mountain Sect roared.

"Pursue?"

Zhang Xuansu sneered.

"What right do you, a remnant of evil, have to talk to the orthodox Taoist sect about pursuing a matter?"

"Of all those present today, who doesn't deserve to be killed?"

He glanced at the Black Witch Village members, then flicked his wrist and slashed diagonally with his demon-slaying sword.

"Break the formation!"

The six disciples responded in unison.

Each of them unleashed a fan-shaped slash with their flying swords, employing the "Seven Stars Falling Demon Slash," a secret technique of Longhu Mountain.

Seven flying swords locked onto seven vital points of the blood net, slashing them simultaneously.

"Hmph! Then don't blame me for not giving that old Taoist priest Xu Yun any face!"

The leader of the Red Mountain Sect let out a muffled hiss.

He took out a black pill from his robe and swallowed it directly.

His eyes suddenly turned bloodshot.

His aura surged dramatically.

He made a hand seal with his right hand, and thirty elite water ghosts left the battlefield to form a human wall in front of the seven flying swords.

The water ghost's body was pierced by the flying sword, and its corpse turned into thirty black evil energies, which enveloped the flying sword and weakened its sword energy by 60%.

A cold glint flashed in Zhang Xuansu's eyes.

The practice of exchanging human lives for space is despicable yet effective.

"Senior brother, these water ghosts are courting death!" a disciple from Longhu Mountain exclaimed anxiously.

"They were already dead," Zhang Xuansu said in a deep voice.

"Change formation, from offense to defense."

First, protect the sword formation from being lost.

"When his magical artifact shatters, that will be his death."

The seven people quickly adjusted their positions.

The golden sword energy switched from attack mode to defense mode.

A golden light curtain unfolded around them, dispelling the waves of attacks from the water ghosts.

The Big Dipper Formation of Longhu Mountain is both offensive and defensive, even when facing enemies several times its size.

Even with the formation in operation, it remained unbreakable.

Right in the center of the chaotic battlefield.

Zhou Ran was still being fought by three golden-armored corpses.

He has already thrown seventeen punches in a row.

Each punch sent the golden-armored corpses flying back several feet, even shattering several runes on their chests.

However, Miao Laoshi's Taoist arts are troublesome.

As the runes shattered, he cast a spell from a distance.

New runes then spread from the golden-armored corpse's spine, rapidly repairing the damage.

The golden-armored corpse's cooperation only added to the trouble.

The offensive golden-armored corpse provides frontal support.

The talisman-wielding corpse circled around and launched a sneak attack.

The defensive golden-armored corpse seized the opportunity to trap Zhou Ran inside the runic light shield.

The three corpses showed no emotion.

Tireless and unafraid of pain.

Their tactics were executed with precision, like a killing machine.

Zhou Ran unleashed his eighteenth punch, knocking the right arm of the attacking golden-armored corpse flying off at the root.

At that moment, the talisman-wielding corpse's ten fingers pressed against his back.