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第一千六百四十章 阿修罗族后裔

The air surged, and everything within the vicinity was reduced to nothingness.

A vast blood sea of several acres appeared in their line of sight, thick as ink and continuously surging. The stench of blood permeated the air, making one feel nauseous.

Five people exchanged glances, their expressions grave.

Clearly, they had provoked a formidable enemy.

However, once an arrow was shot, there was no turning back. With the situation as it stood, there was no room for hesitation.

The group did not rashly attack but first observed the scene before deciding on their course of action.

Suddenly, from within the blood sea, came a painful roar of agony. A hurricane appeared out of nowhere, and the blood sea visibly shrank, revealing the monster hidden within.

"What is this...?"

Lin Xuan's pupils constricted. Even with his composure, he could no longer maintain a calm expression at that moment. The other cultivators also showed signs of fear on their faces.

Was what they were facing human or a demon?

The creature stood over three meters tall and had five heads—four smaller ones and one larger one. Its body was blood-red, with prominent veins, giving the impression that it could bleed profusely at any moment...

The large head bore an uncanny resemblance to a bald man's features, with coppery spots the size of coins appearing on its forehead.

Sharp fangs protruded from its forehead, and two smaller heads were located on his shoulders while another was on his chest.

Though much smaller, they were equally terrifying. The eyes, ears, mouth, and nose corresponded to the four older men who had lost their bodies.

"What kind of technique is this?"

"I've never seen anything like it, but with such a sinister aura, could these guys be ghost cultivators?"

Despite the fear, having reached the Separation stage, they had encountered many strange things and were not easily intimidated.

"Amitabha. They are not ghost cultivators. Our spirit realm likely doesn't have such an eerie technique. If I'm not mistaken, they might be from the Asura clan of the Netherworld," Master Jin Hong's voice echoed, filled with solemnity.

"What? Master, did you hear that right? The Asura clan. You mean they are spies from the Netherworld realm?" Jin Yi widened his eyes in disbelief.

"How could this be possible? According to legends, the Asura King died at the hands of a true cultivator millions of years ago, and with him, the Asura clan began its decline. They barely manage their own affairs; why would they come here to our spirit realm?" Fairy Ming Quan was equally surprised.

"Master, I'm not sure, but during that great battle, many ghost creatures did indeed get lost in this world, hiding under new identities and even changing their forms with secret techniques, leaving behind descendants," the old monk sighed.

"Do you mean to say that this family is a mix of our human race and Netherworld ghosts?"

"I'm not sure about the specifics. Maybe they are descendants of the Netherworld or Asura clan spies sent here. Regardless, we must distinguish between them. Elder An Hui's order to hunt them down is well-known," Master Jin Hong said.

"Perfect! This solves my dilemma. Originally, I hesitated to attack this cultivation family without reason, but now that they are related to Netherworld ghosts, they become our enemies. Eliminating them will be a boon with no harm," Jin Yi grinned, his face filled with excitement.

Meanwhile, Lin Xuan remained silent, his thoughts in turmoil.

The Asura clan?

Could it be Moon's people?

He hadn't expected the spirit realm cultivators to hate Netherworld spirits so much. Little girl was now somewhere, and her identity must not be discovered.

...

On one side, the other cultivators began their attacks.

Fiber Curtain Iblan flicked her fan, summoning countless bolts of lightning and fire.

Fairy Ming Quan, on the other hand, conjured ice columns with her fingertips, each sharp as a needle, formed from water essence energy.

Her moves were reminiscent of Fairy Ruyan's, but the power was significantly greater.

Rumbling echoed in their ears as they encircled the enemy instantly.

Jin Yi was overjoyed and rushed forward, emitting waves of battle. He clapped his hands together, and nearby elemental energies surged into his body. Cracking sounds filled the air as Jin Yi's figure suddenly grew larger, especially his right hand, stretching to a length of several feet, with muscles resembling steel.

He avoided the ice columns and lightning bolts, maintainingsmooth coordination with Fiber Curtain Iblan.

As he approached the monster by several meters, their attacks simultaneously ceased.

Smoke dispersed, revealing the creature with a grotesque smile. A layer of blood-red protective barrier appeared around it.

All attacks from the ice columns and lightning failed to have any effect.

Seeing Jin Yi closing in, the creature grinned, his sharp fangs gleaming...

"Bad luck!"

Jin Yi's expression changed dramatically as he emitted a burst of spiritual light, trying to stop his descent. However, it was too late. The monster clenched its fists and struck a powerful right hook, turning slightly.

Though several meters apart, the air crackled with tension. A black vortex appeared, seemingly capable of swallowing everything, hurtling towards Jin Yi.

"Forceful Air Spiral."

Jin Yi's expression changed as he had only heard about this realm but had not yet reached it himself. When and how did this creature become so powerful? But there was no time to think now. He activated a set of golden armor.

The armor wasn't flashy, but it was incredibly heavy, clearly focused on defense.

Its weight was terrifying; ordinary cultivators would be crushed by it.

Jin Yi's tactics didn't end here. Although he acted rashly, he wasn't without brains. As he put on the armor, his left hand tapped his waist, summoning a shield.

The same golden color and heavy appearance suggested it belonged to heavily armored soldiers in the secular army.

Standing over several feet tall, it concealed his entire figure.

Instantly, the Forceful Air Spiral struck with thunderous force. Though appearing as a small vortex, its power was astonishing. Colliding with the massive shield, it produced a loud "clang" and then penetrated the shield, leaving only a piece of ordinary iron falling from the sky.

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