Chapter 5961 - 5965

Chen Ping and the Crimson Cloud Demon Lord left the valley where they were hiding and, following the faint guidance of the talisman given to them by Mu Sha

, sped westward. The Twelfth Heaven was vast and boundless; even with their extraordinary cultivation, it took them a full seven days to gradually approach the desolate western region shown on the map.

The further west they went, the thinner and more chaotic the spiritual energy became.

The once clear sky turned dim and yellowish, with numerous gray-black spatial rifts appearing like ugly scars across the horizon, emanating a chilling suction and a destructive aura.

The gale-force winds grew strong and disordered, no longer simple air currents, but mixed with fragments of space and strange energy turbulence, blowing against their bodies like dull knives scraping their bones.

Even Chen Ping’s rebuilt, resilient body and the Crimson Cloud Demon Lord’s demonic form felt waves of stinging pain.

“Good heavens, this place is like a desert, the spiritual energy is so thin, and the wind is even carrying some kind of evil spirit.”

The Crimson Cloud Demon Lord waved his demonic claws, dispersing a wind blade mixed with dark red malevolent energy that attacked him, but his scarlet demonic eyes flashed with excitement. “However, the more desolate and barren a place is, the more likely it is to hide truly valuable things!”

Chen Ping’s expression was solemn. He felt the temperature of the guiding talisman in his hand gradually rising.

The ancient rune mark began to emit a faint but stable halo, pointing in the direction of the area ahead, which looked the most chaotic, with howling winds like the wailing of ghosts and wolves.

“It should be just ahead, the edge of the Void Gale.”

Chen Ping said in a deep voice. He could feel the heart-palpitating spatial fluctuations coming from ahead, as if the entire world was being torn apart and stirred up there. “Stay close to me, watch out for spatial turbulence.”

The two of them restrained their auras, pushed their protective spiritual light to the limit, and carefully flew into that chaotic area.

“Something’s not right.”

Chen Ping suddenly stopped and whispered to the Crimson Cloud Demon Lord, “Someone’s following us.”

“Following us?” The Crimson Cloud Demon Lord was taken aback. He quietly spread his demonic senses and sneered after a moment, “Three little tails, two at the ninth rank of the Heavenly Immortal Realm, and one at the peak of the ninth rank.”

“They’re well hidden. If it weren’t for the thin spiritual energy in this wasteland, making it difficult to completely conceal their escape techniques, they would have been hard to spot.”

In the Crimson Cloud Demon Lord’s eyes, even the peak of the ninth rank of the Heavenly Immortal Realm was just a little tail, and he didn’t care about them at all.

After all, with Chen Ping’s current strength, even a third-rank Upper Immortal Realm would only get beaten up, so the Crimson Cloud Demon Lord wasn’t afraid at all.

A few mere Heavenly Immortals were just courting death!

Chen Ping’s gaze swept over several dilapidated stone hills in the distance and he said calmly, “They’ve been following us since we left the valley. To be able to track us here, they’re either spies from the Evil Path Hall, or…”

“They’re also here for the ancient Qi Refiner’s cave!” the Crimson Cloud Demon Lord continued.

“Clever.”

A cold glint flashed in Chen Ping’s eyes. “In that case, let them follow for a while. Once we reach the edge of the Void Gale Belt, the chaotic environment there will be more suitable for dealing with them.”

The two understood each other without saying a word, pretending to be oblivious, and continued forward.

However, Chen Ping secretly expanded the sensing range of the guiding talisman a bit, and sure enough, he detected three extremely subtle auras behind them, almost blending into the wasteland environment, trailing them from afar with some kind of mysterious tracking technique.

“They’re not from the Evil Path Hall,”

Chen Ping said. “The Evil Path Hall’s techniques often carry the Qi of Reincarnation or the Qi of the Nine Netherworlds. These people have a cold and obscure aura, more like… a sect that excels in concealment and assassination.”
“Who cares who they are? Anyone who dares to steal my treasure will be crushed!” The Crimson Cloud Demon Lord grinned, revealing his gleaming white fangs.

After traveling a short distance, the scenery ahead suddenly changed.

The dim yellow sky seemed to have been torn open with countless cracks, and gray-black spatial fissures spread like a spider web. The howling of the violent gales could be clearly heard even from dozens of miles away. They

had reached the edge of the Void

Gale Zone. At this moment, they had officially entered the Void Gale Zone.

“Let’s wait for them here.”

Chen Ping chose a relatively stable platform, backed by a giant floating rock, and landed, pretending to meditate with the Crimson Cloud Demon Lord.

Sure enough, in less than half an incense stick’s time, three black figures appeared silently from three directions like ghosts, surrounding the two in a triangular formation.

The newcomers were all dressed in tight black robes, their faces covered with strange metal masks, revealing only a pair of cold and ruthless eyes.

The leader was tall and slender, his aura already at the peak of the ninth rank of the Celestial Immortal Realm. He toyed with a pair of black, curved short blades, the edges of which faintly glowed with blue light, clearly coated with potent poison.

The two on either side each wielded two oddly shaped daggers, one long and one short, their positions perfectly coordinated, indicating they were skilled in combined attacks.

“Youquan Sect, Shadow Killing Three Absolutes,”

the leader in black robes spoke, his voice hoarse like the scraping of metal. “Gentlemen, hand over the clues to the ancient Qi Refiner’s cave you possess, and you may be spared.”

Chen Ping slowly rose, his expression calm: “Youquan Sect? Never heard of it. How do you know we have clues?”

“We two were just wandering around, we stumbled upon this place.”

“Bullshit! Actually, we’ve known for a long time that there’s an ancient Qi Refiner’s cave in this area, but we just couldn’t find its exact location,”

the man in black robes on the left said coldly. “And you two have traveled tens of thousands of miles to come here, how could you just be wandering around? Don’t take us for fools!” ”

Boy, obediently hand over the clues, and the three of us can let you leave,” the man in black robes on the right threatened Chen Ping.

“I see.”

Chen Ping suddenly understood. “Looks like you’ve been watching us for a while. But, you three little trash think you can snatch food from a tiger’s mouth?”

“Tiger’s mouth?”

The leader of the black-robed men sneered. “One is a fifth-grade Celestial Immortal, and the other is an eighth-grade Celestial Immortal. You dare call yourselves tigers? Killing you would be a matter of moments.”

Upon hearing this, Chen Ping laughed, his face also full of disdain. “One is a peak ninth-grade Celestial Immortal, and two are ninth-grade Celestial Immortals. I can handle you three trash myself.”

“I think so too. Then I’ll just watch the show from the sidelines.”

Saying this, the Crimson Cloud Demon Lord actually walked to the side and sat down, then said, “It would be nice if there were some melon seeds and drinks later!”　　Chen Ping rolled his eyes at the Crimson Cloud Demon Lord, speechless.

“Boy, you’re too arrogant! Today I’ll show you the power of our Shadow Killing Trio!”

The words had barely left his lips when three black figures moved simultaneously!

Without afterimages, the three seemed to vanish into thin air, appearing beside Chen Ping in the next instant. Six poisoned blades, like venomous snakes spitting their tongues, aimed straight for vital points!

Even more bizarrely, their attacks were completely silent; even the sound of air being torn apart was almost swallowed up by some secret technique. An ordinary cultivator would likely not even be able to react before death .

However, they had encountered Chen Ping and the Crimson Cloud Demon Lord.

“Child’s play!” the Crimson Cloud Demon Lord laughed wildly. “Chen Ping, don’t kill them too quickly. Have some fun, let me enjoy it.”

Chen Ping nodded, then moved.

He didn’t use a sword, but simply pointed his right index finger in the air.

A gray light flashed at his fingertip.

That gray light was inconspicuous, yet it seemed to contain the power of a black hole that devoured everything.

The surrounding light, sound, and even spiritual energy collapsed towards it!

The three incoming blade lights were no exception; they were uncontrollably deflected towards that gray light!

“What the hell?!”

The leading black-robed man was horrified. He had never seen such a bizarre move, one that could directly distort the trajectory of an attack!

But Chen Ping was faster.

A moment later, he flipped his hand, his five fingers forming a fist.

“Chaos – Return to Nothingness.”

Boom!

Centered on that gray light, a gray vortex about ten feet in diameter appeared out of thin air, unleashing a terrifying suction force!

Not only were the three blade lights sucked into the vortex and pulverized, but the three black-robed men were also pulled unsteadily, their protective spiritual light fluctuating violently!

“Not good! Form the Shadow Three Talents Formation!”

the leading black-robed man shouted sharply. The three figures blurred, transforming into three wisps of black smoke, constantly shifting positions within the smoke, trying to escape the vortex’s suction.

At the same time, countless black poison needles, as fine as cow’s hair, shot out from the black smoke, covering Chen Ping’s entire body.

“Quite a few tricks up your sleeve.”

Chen Ping’s expression remained unchanged. He formed a hand seal with his left hand, and the nascent chaotic power within his body surged forth, transforming into a chaotic energy shield before him, shimmering with four-colored light.

*Sizzle! Sizzle! Sizzle!

* The poison needles struck the shield, but were like mud oxen entering the sea—they were disintegrated and devoured by the chaotic energy without even causing a ripple.

“My turn.”

A cold glint flashed in Chen Ping’s eyes, and his right fist, which had been loosely clenched, suddenly opened wide.

The hazy gray vortex suddenly exploded, but not outwards; instead, it rapidly contracted inwards, transforming into a fist-sized black singularity. Then… *

Buzz!

* The singularity vanished, and an invisible spatial shockwave swept out at a speed beyond the reach of divine sense!

“Ah!”

“Pfft!”

Three plumes of black smoke dissipated simultaneously, revealing the disheveled figures of three black-robed men.

Their masks were shattered, blood gushed from their mouths, and their eyes were filled with terror.

The spatial shockwave ignored their protective aura and shadow technique, directly affecting their physical bodies and souls. If the three hadn’t been so skilled and quick-witted, that shockwave would have been enough to severely injure them!　”Damn it! This kid isn’t even a fifth-grade Celestial Immortal!”

The leader of the black-robed men was both shocked and furious. Chen Ping’s strength and strange methods had completely exceeded their expectations.

“Too late to realize that now.” The Crimson Cloud Demon Lord laughed loudly.

“Shadow Escape!”

The three black-robed men were, after all, elites of the Nether Spring Sect. At this critical moment, they simultaneously used their life-saving escape techniques, their figures transforming into black smoke once again, shooting off in three different directions.

“Trying to run?”

Chen Ping snorted coldly, lightly stomping his foot.

Buzz!

A layer of visible gray ripples spread out from him, instantly covering an area of ​​a hundred feet.

Wherever the ripples passed, the space seemed to be coated with a layer of gray paint, becoming viscous and sluggish. As

soon as the black smoke that the three black-robed men transformed into entered this gray area, their speed immediately slowed down by more than ten times, like mosquitoes trapped in amber!

“Domain?! This is impossible!”

The leader of the black-robed men roared in despair.

A domain was a power that only a Supreme Immortal Realm expert could initially grasp. How could a Celestial Immortal Realm cultivator possibly use it?

Unbeknownst to them, after fusing with the Chaos Origin Seed, Chen Ping’s control over power had reached the edge of the laws. This Chaos Stagnation Domain, though not a true Immortal’s domain, already possessed some rudimentary form, more than enough to trap cultivators of the same level.

“It’s over.”

Chen Ping pointed his fingers like swords, pointing three times in the air.

Three extremely refined Chaos Sword Qi burst forth, ignoring spatial distance, instantly catching up with the three plumes of black smoke.

*Poof!

Poof!

Poof!* With

three soft sounds, the black smoke dissipated, revealing a bowl-sized, transparent hole in the chest of each of the three black-robed figures. The edges of the wounds were smooth as mirrors, yet no blood flowed.

All life and flesh were instantly annihilated by the Chaos Sword Qi.

The corpses fell from mid-air.

Chen Ping waved his hand, collecting the three men’s storage rings.

A sweep of his divine sense revealed that the rings contained not only a large number of spirit stones and pills, but also many secret manuals, poisons, and hidden weapons from the Youquan Sect, as well as… a tattered ancient leather map.

The map was made of a peculiar material, neither leather nor silk, with burn marks on the edges. Simplified terrain was outlined on it using some kind of dark red pigment.

One of the markings bore a striking resemblance to the runes on Musa’s guiding talisman, only more blurred and lacking crucial directional guidance and entry methods.

“Sure enough, they had clues, but not complete,”

Chen Ping said, putting the map away. “No wonder they were following us.”

“You little brat, you moved too fast! I didn’t even get a good look!” The Crimson Cloud Demon Lord stood up and examined the three corpses.

Suddenly, he pulled a jet-black jade talisman from the head of the black-robed men, engraved with a ferocious ghost head pattern.

“The Nether Spring Sect’s distress talisman. He crushed it during the fight,” the Crimson Cloud Demon Lord said.

“That means the others in the Nether Spring Sect will soon know they’re dead, and they’ll also know we’re here.”

Chen Ping frowned slightly. “Trouble. We must enter the Eye of the Ruins as soon as possible.”

Without further delay, the two quickly left the platform and ventured deeper into the Gale Belt.
Following the method taught by Musa, Chen Ping activated the guiding talisman and struggled through the chaotic gale-force winds.

With the Youquan Sect as a variable, they had to increase their speed, forcing them to confront many dangers they could have avoided.

Half a day later, both injured, they finally arrived at the outer edge of the distorted space.

Just as Chen Ping was observing the environment and preparing to find a space-stabilizing stone to set up an array, the Crimson Cloud Demon Lord suddenly whispered, “Someone’s coming, many, and very fast!”

Chen Ping spread his divine sense and indeed sensed more than ten powerful auras rapidly approaching from behind.

The weakest among them was at least a ninth-grade Heavenly Immortal, and the two strongest had reached the second-grade Upper Immortal!

Moreover, their auras were of the same origin as the three from before, clearly indicating that the main force of the Youquan Sect had arrived.

“They’re persistent,”

Chen Ping’s eyes flashed coldly. “They’ve come at the right time.”

“You want to use them?” The Crimson Cloud Demon Lord instantly understood Chen Ping’s plan.

“It’s too risky and time-consuming for the two of us to set up an array to cross this distorted area,”

Chen Ping said calmly. “Since the Youquan Sect has the incomplete map, they must have studied the ancient Qi Refiner’s cave dwellings. Perhaps they have a more reliable method. Let’s hide and see what they do.”

The two quickly concealed their auras and hid inside a huge, cracked floating rock, using chaotic energy to conceal themselves, as if they had merged with the rock.

Before long, more than ten dark figures broke through the gale and appeared at the edge of the distorted area.

The two leading figures were one tall and one short. The tall one was an old man with a withered face and deep-set eyes, holding a white bone staff, with a sinister aura. The short one was

a dwarf with an unusually large head, his eyes glowing with an eerie green light, playing with a string of skulls in his hand.

Both of them were at the second rank of the Upper Immortal Realm!

Behind them followed ten black-robed men with powerful auras.

“Elder, Third Elder, the soul lamps of the Shadow Assassins have been extinguished. The last location they transmitted was nearby,” a black-robed man reported respectfully.

The withered old man, the First Elder of the Youquan Sect, scanned the surroundings with his cloudy eyes, his gaze lingering on the distorted area for a long time. He said hoarsely, “The Shadow Assassins are cautious. If they hadn’t encountered an unexpectedly powerful enemy, they wouldn’t have been unable to escape. The person who killed them has likely already gone inside.”

The dwarf Third Elder licked his lips, a greedy glint in his green eyes: “To kill the Shadow Assassins, their strength is not to be underestimated. Could it be someone from the Evil Path Hall? The Twelfth Heaven is now teeming with the Evil Path Hall’s influence, and they’re recruiting everywhere.”

“No, we have no grudge against the Evil Path Hall, and our Youquan Sect has always remained hidden. The Evil Path Hall wouldn’t attack us,” the First Elder said.

“Then who killed the Shadow Assassins? In the entire Twelfth Heaven, there aren’t many people capable of killing those three,” the Third Elder frowned.

“Never mind, let’s go in and take a look first. Maybe someone else has their eye on this cave too!”

“Map.”

The First Elder held out his hand.

A man in black robes quickly presented the tattered leather map, identical to the one Chen Ping held, only much older.

The First Elder and the Third Elder carefully studied the map, then observed the distorted space ahead, whispering amongst themselves.

After a moment, the Third Elder took out a black gourd riddled with holes from his robes, uncorked it, and began chanting incantations.　Instantly, countless black beetles, each the size of a soybean and with transparent, thin wings on their backs, surged out of the gourd, buzzing as they flew towards the distorted area ahead.

These beetles were incredibly fast and seemed extremely sensitive to spatial fluctuations. They hovered at the edge of the distorted area for a moment, then formed a peculiar formation and flew in along a winding path.

Miraculously, wherever they passed, the raging spatial turbulence and hidden cracks seemed to be soothed by some force, becoming much calmer.

“The tracking beetles are indeed effective!”

the Third Elder said proudly. “This spatial vortex, though seemingly chaotic, actually conforms to the principles of the ancient Qi Refiners’ Chaotic Return to Truth Formation. Every so often, a relatively safe insect path will appear. By following the tracking beetles, we can find the entrance to the Eye of Return to Nothingness!”

The First Elder nodded slightly: “Hurry up, the insect path won’t last long. Everyone, follow the tracking beetles closely, don’t make a mistake!”

At his command, the members of the Youquan Sect immediately formed a line and, led by the Third Elder, carefully stepped into the distorted area, proceeding along the path opened by the tracking beetles.

Inside the floating rock, Chen Ping and the Crimson Cloud Demon Lord witnessed everything clearly.

“Impressive methods; they’ve even managed to cultivate spirit insects specifically for breaking spatial mazes,”

Chen Ping transmitted his voice. “Follow them, have them clear the way for us. We’ll make our move once we find the entrance.”

The two stealthily followed, relying on the concealment of the chaotic energy and Chen Ping’s keen spatial perception, always staying about a hundred feet behind the Nether Spring Sect’s group, undetected.

The path opened by the tracking insects was indeed miraculous. Although the surroundings remained chaotic and dangerous, the path itself was relatively stable.

However, this path wasn’t straight; it constantly twisted and changed, sometimes requiring them to wait in place for a moment until the spatial fluctuations subsided before continuing.

Clearly, the insect path wasn’t fixed but constantly shifting.

After walking for about an hour, the distortion ahead reached its peak; light was completely twisted into a pretzel, and even divine sense revealed only chaos.

But led by the tracking insects, the group passed through an almost imperceptible spatial membrane, and suddenly, the view opened up before them!

A tranquil space, completely different from the outside wind-swept area, appeared before them. The sky was azure, the mountains and rivers were verdant, and birds sang and flowers bloomed. This was the “Eye of the Ruins” that Mu Sha had mentioned, the seemingly idyllic area!

“Found it! It really is a blessed land!” The Third Elder’s voice trembled with excitement.

A glint flashed in the First Elder’s eyes as well, but he was more cautious: “Don’t be careless. The ancient Qi Refiner’s cave must have a restriction to test it. Everyone, conceal your aura and explore carefully.”

The Youquan Sect members suppressed their excitement and cautiously stepped into the paradise.

They had clearly sensed the unusually ancient spiritual energy here and felt a strange sense of danger, so they dared not act rashly.

“Chen Ping, we’ve found the place. Let’s kill them first, and this ancient Qi Refiner’s cave will be ours.”

The Crimson Cloud Demon Lord was getting impatient.

“Don’t rush, I have a feeling something is wrong with this place!”

Chen Ping frowned slightly. He had a feeling that things were not so simple. This seemingly peaceful world before him seemed not to be real.

“Let them scout ahead. This paradise may seem peaceful, but it’s actually fraught with danger,” Ling Feng said.　”What kind of evil magic is this?! Retreat!”

The First Elder was terrified, frantically channeling his magic power to try and break free, but the suction force seemed to act on the level of laws, something that mere physical strength couldn’t resist.

The Third Elder fared even worse; his cultivation was slightly weaker, and the skull bracelet in his hand couldn’t withstand the pressure. The nine skulls shattered with a “crack,” and the evil spirits within them howled as they were sucked into the vortex, transforming into pure energy.

“No! My magic weapon!”

The Third Elder’s heart ached terribly; this was his natal magic weapon, which he had refined for hundreds of years!

“You’re about to lose your life, and you’re still thinking about your magic weapon?”

The Crimson Cloud Demon Lord’s sinister laughter rang out from behind them.

Unbeknownst to them, the Crimson Cloud Demon Lord had appeared behind the two like a ghost, his demonic claws swelling to the size of millstones, his nails like curved blades, carrying the power to tear through space, viciously grabbing at their backs!

Beset by the strange suction force in front and the Demon Lord’s deadly attack from behind, the First Elder and the Third Elder were trapped in a desperate situation.

“Let’s die together!”

A mad glint flashed in the Grand Elder’s eyes. He stopped resisting the suction force and instead poured all his mana, blood essence, and even his soul into the bone staff. Then, he hurled the staff at Chen Ping!

The bone staff instantly expanded to a hundred feet in size after leaving his hand, burning with a ghastly white flame and radiating destructive energy. He was about to self-destruct his natal magic weapon!

The self-destruction of a natal magic weapon nurtured for countless years by a second-grade Upper Immortal was powerful enough to severely injure or even kill someone of the same level!

“Be careful!” The Crimson Cloud Demon Lord’s expression changed.

Chen Ping, however, remained calm. He simply uttered a single word towards the burning bone staff:

“Stop.”

Buzz!

An invisible force field spread out from Chen Ping, and time seemed to slow down a thousandfold.

The burning, expanding bone staff, the flying green flames, the ferocious Crimson Cloud Demon Lord rushing towards them, even the desperate and frantic expressions of the Grand Elder and the Third Elder… everything slowed to a snail’s pace.

Only Chen Ping’s movements remained unaffected.

He extended his left index finger, a flicker of chaotic starlight at its tip, and gently touched a spot on the bone staff.

That spot was precisely the weakest point in the staff’s energy structure.

*Crack.*

A soft, crisp sound, exceptionally clear in the frozen time.

The pale flames on the hundred-foot-long bone staff abruptly extinguished, the swollen staff rapidly shrinking and dimming like a deflated balloon, finally falling to the ground with a “thud,” becoming a dull, ordinary bone staff, devoid of any spiritual energy.

The flow of time returned to normal.

The Grand Elder watched helplessly as his desperate attack was so easily countered, the last glimmer of light in his eyes completely extinguished.

A mouthful of black blood mixed with fragments of internal organs gushed out, his aura instantly weakening to its lowest point.

*Pfft!*　*Thud!

* The Crimson Cloud Demon Lord’s claws pierced through the backs of the two men without resistance, emerging from their chests, each clutching a still faintly beating heart.

“Heh…heh…”

The First Elder and Third Elder looked down at the bloody holes in their chests, their eyes filled with resentment, despair, and disbelief. Finally, their spirits waned, and their bodies collapsed limply.

The remaining ten black-robed men had already been completely wiped out by the bamboo forest’s protective barrier.

Chen Ping waved his hand and collected everyone’s storage magic treasures, the white bone staff, the broken skull bracelet, and other items.

His divine sense swept over them, and the Nether Spring Sect, as expected of an old-established evil sect, possessed an astonishingly rich accumulation.

There were nearly a million high-grade immortal stones alone, and various rare materials, pills, and cultivation technique jade slips were piled up like mountains. Many of these were insidious and bizarre secret techniques, which even made Chen Ping frown.

The Crimson Cloud Demon Lord, on the other hand, was more interested in the evil resources that enhanced the soul and tempered the demonic body, and happily plundered them.

The two quickly cleared the battlefield and cremated the corpses.

As the bodies were burned, the scene before Chen Ping and his companions changed abruptly.

The paradise was gone, as if they had entered the ruins of the edge of the world.

Everywhere they looked were shattered, floating, massive landmasses, some still bearing the remnants of palaces and pavilions, telling tales of glory and destruction from a distant past.

Violent, multicolored energy turbulence raged and collided in the void like mad dragons, unleashing deafening roars.

Space was extremely unstable, sometimes twisting and folding, sometimes suddenly splitting open into a bottomless dark rift, swallowing everything nearby.

“You were right, that paradise was fake,” the Crimson Cloud Demon Lord exclaimed in shock!

“We’ll have to walk the path ahead ourselves!” Chen Ping frowned slightly, regretting that he had acted too soon, killing everyone from the Nether Spring Sect.

The most troublesome thing now was the omnipresent Void Gale.

It wasn’t just ordinary wind; it was more like a terrifying force containing spatial cutting and law-eroding power.

The gale was colorless and formless; only when it approached could one feel its chilling sharpness and deathly stillness.

Chen Ping witnessed a hundred-zhang-sized piece of hard black iron ore being swept away by a gale, silently turning into the finest dust without a sound.

“Damn it, this wind is weird, it comes without warning!”

the Crimson Cloud Demon Lord cursed. He tried to condense a shield with his demonic energy to block it, but the shield was instantly eroded with countless holes, and his demonic energy was consumed at an alarming rate. Chen Ping

dared not be careless either. He raised a Chaos Immortal Power shield, and the hazy airflow circulated, slightly deflecting and dissolving the oncoming gale, but the consumption was equally enormous.

The Five Elements and Earth Fire patterns on the back of his hand glowed slightly, seemingly actively absorbing the sparse Five Elements Qi and Earth Fire remnants from the surrounding chaotic energy to replenish himself.

The halo of the guiding talisman pointed to a seemingly calm vortex center deeper in this desolate region.

The gale seemed slightly weaker there, but the space was distorted even more, and the light was strangely deflected when it reached that area.