"They say the Buddhist Sect restrains demonic ways, today I've finally seen it! The Abbot's Demon Suppression Seal truly lives up to its reputation!"

Watching the blood droplets in the air being continuously compressed into a blackened blood mass by the Buddhist beads, the Wuji Sect Leader couldn't help but praise. Mainly because he hadn't expected that the demon, whom he couldn't do anything against, was resolved in one move by the Abbot. It wasn't in vain that he had put his all into entangling the demon to buy time for the old monk to chant the spells.

"Is this demon truly dead?"

The woman from the Broken Zither Sect stepped forward upon seeing this, with a hint of vigilance in her eyes.

Just now, she had strummed several rounds of zither strings to completely deflect the blood arrow that had been pursuing her, fully aware of how difficult the demon was to handle. If it hadn't been for the help of the other two today, she might have suffered a huge setback.

"Soon."

The old monk replied calmly, still staring at the blood mass entirely suppressed by his beads, without relaxing in the slightest to completely kill this enemy.

But just as the three of them thought it was about to end, a sudden change burst forth!

On the stone walls around them, the large areas of red that had stained the walls after the blood pool explosion began fading silently and swiftly, covertly gathering to form a blood dagger, black with redness!

This wholly blood-formed dagger, like the previous blood arrows created by the demon, not only could float in mid-air but also autonomously lock onto enemies. As soon as it formed, it curved around toward the woman's nape from the Broken Zither Sect, seemingly aiming to kill her in one strike!

The whole process happened so swiftly that while the three were still observing the blood mass suppressed by the old monk's beads, they suddenly felt the approaching murderous aura, but by then, it was already too late to respond.

The hair on the nape of the woman from the Broken Zither Sect stood on end in that instant. Although her cultivation was profound and she was not lacking in combat experience, which made her be cautious, by the time she sensed the danger arriving, she had no chance to dodge. Her only option was to brace for it, but she wasn't a Body Refining martial artist, and what this meant didn't even need to be said.

"Sound of Broken Strings!"

At this critical moment of life and death, the middle-aged woman displayed immense decisiveness by instantly plucking all seven strings of the ancient zither she was half-holding in her arms!

As someone who primarily cultivated the zither path, doing so naturally caused a significant backlash from her cultivation technique. After all, the ancient zither she used was more than just her weapon. It was intimately connected to her zither path. With the strings broken, she herself seemed to suffer a heavy blow, with blood trickling down the corner of her mouth.

However, breaking the zither strings also had its advantages, as the power of the Sound of Broken Strings was extraordinarily strong. So strong that the moment the blood dagger shot toward the back of her head to decapitate her, it was shattered by the berserk sound waves, unable to cause her any harm.

"That demon isn't dead yet?!"

Sect Leader Xiong of the Wuji Sect endured the blast of the Sound of Broken Strings at the same time, being pushed back violently almost to the point of tumbling, but his reaction was quick. In an instant, he understood Jiang's reason for doing so—it was a desperate move.

The old monk from Dharma Zen Temple was also severely affected by the Sound of Broken Strings, instantly getting thrown off by the terrifying sound wave coming from Jiang. The beads that were suppressing the demon's blood mass were scattered, losing their previous suppression power, giving the blood mass the opportunity to escape in an instant.

"Damn it!"

At this moment, everyone had this thought, as the current situation made their efforts seem almost for naught!

Sect Leader Xiong couldn't catch up in speed to stop the demon from fleeing; the old monk from Dharma Zen Temple was knocked to the ground by the Sound of Broken Strings, unable to attack or restrain; the woman from the Broken Zither Sect was even worse off. She had no means of attack after breaking her zither strings, suffering from a backlash, which greatly weakened her. It was already fortunate she didn't get killed by the demon taking advantage of the moment.

However, to speak of the matter, the demon was equally in a dire state. He was gravely injured by the old monk's Demon Suppression Seal, reduced to a charred, smoking blood mass. Although the blood dagger, shattered by the Sound of Broken Strings, held hopes of regrouping and killing again, he clearly didn't want to do that, decisively gathering all the blood to his core blood mass for repair, while fully accelerating his escape toward the tunnel leading to the surface!

"Demon, halt!"

Sect Leader Xiong of the Wuji Sect, being the only one with complete battle capability at that moment, immediately burst into speed and pursued, attempting to intercept this enemy. However, the cultivation technique he practiced did not excel in speed, so even though he wasn't afraid of the demon's attack, he couldn't do much about him, only trailing helplessly as the distance between them grew.

Meanwhile, above ground, the battle between Sect Leader Luu of the Quicksand Sword Sect and the Tower Master of Wind Snow Tower reached its critical phase.

The Tower Master of Wind Snow Tower, trapped and surrounded, used a method to overdraw his own power, making it difficult for Sect Leader Luu of the Quicksand Sword Sect to maintain his advantage, turning a favorable situation into a draw, with potential to shift towards a turnaround.

"Shouldn't we go help Mr. Luu?"

Currently, Wang Zhifan and Sect Leader Yang of the Juyi Sect had both cleared out the stubborn resistors in Wind Snow Tower, leaving only the ordinary folks knocked unconscious by Jiang unattended. Their current responsibility was to secure Sect Leader Luu and the Tower Master's fight, ensuring victory.

"No need to intervene; otherwise, Mr. Luu will surely blame us."

Sect Leader Yang of the Juyi Sect, clad in a pale gold brocade robe with stout hands and feet, promptly responded to Wang Zhifan's question.

He also saw that Mr. Luu was struggling to handle the desperate counterattack from the Tower Master of Wind Snow Tower, but he understood Mr. Luu's character—it was stubborn. If he said he wanted to take down his opponent alone, you couldn't step in, or you'd definitely be held in contempt later.

Moreover, the Tower Master of Wind Snow Tower was achieving a temporary turnaround by using unsustainable explosive measures. If dragged on a little longer, Mr. Luu would still secure the final victory.

"Alright then..."

Wang Zhifan didn't understand the behavior patterns of these people. In his view, he would directly go up and chop the Tower Master of Wind Snow Tower dead, finding the weak struggle unappealing. But more hassle is better avoided, not minding overtly slacking off.

But at this moment, a peculiar aura emerged at the base of the tower, none other than the blood magic demon that escaped!

With his keen perception, Wang Zhifan instantly detected this strange presence, yet he didn't immediately launch a ranged attack against this uniquely-stated target; instead, he was curious if it was a hidden demon from beneath Wind Snow Tower, hence why Sect Leader Xiong's pursuing aura was trailing.

"Here, my identity is that of a swordsman. Any resolution should be in the manner of a swordsman."

In a moment, Wang Zhifan had a notion—to perform his role to the fullest, with an enemy of seemingly adequate strength appearing; it was an opportunity for him to practice his Cultivation Technique, especially Lightweight Skill.

Whoosh!

As soon as the blood mass formed by the demon appeared on the tower's ground floor, it charged toward a Wind Snow Tower servant lying unconscious on the ground, instantly merging into his body, emitting sizzling sounds like a grand feast.

By the time Sect Leader Xiong of the Wuji Sect arrived in pursuit, the unfortunate Wind Snow Tower servant had been drained entirely of blood by the demon, reduced to a dried corpse, while the demon's body had largely recovered. It even had the leisure to revert to its original form, taunting the delayed Sect Leader Xiong.

"Iron Turtle! You'll never catch up with me! Just wait and watch as I slaughter all your friends and family!"

Knowing it would be difficult to break through Sect Leader Xiong's defenses, the demon tauntingly declared, then prepared to perform continuous killings before Sect Leader Xiong's eyes, letting him feel the agony of powerlessness.

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