115: Guan Qing's life hangs by a thread!

On the other side, Saint Huang, the golden-haired young man and the First Saint Son of the Three Saints Palace, was constantly traversing the void, tracing back in the direction from which the group of cultivators from the Changli Dynasty had come.

His speed was extremely fast; for a time, even his retinue had long since fallen behind.

Saint Huang himself didn't care about the trapped Changli Dynasty cultivators.

His idea was simple: instead of aimlessly searching for Saint Seeds everywhere, it was better to follow the known route and search according to the map.

Since they could surround cultivators without killing them, it suggested a Saint Seed troop that was neither too strong nor too weak.

With numerous thoughts, Saint Huang's divine sense continuously scanned the blood-red world, his figure exploring over a thousand miles.

...

"Lin Shanhe and their life jades are all shattered..."

In a place filled with miasma, a middle-aged cultivator held several broken jade tablets, his face filled with despair and sorrow.

If Meng Yun were present, he would instantly recognize that this middle-aged cultivator was precisely the leader who had come to the Shangguan Manor to conscript Shangguan Qing that day.

"We're beyond saving..." A cultivator knelt, sighing.

"Alas. To die in such a place, I'm unwilling..."

"Do you think someone will bring our bones back to our hometown?"

When this person spoke, dozens of cultivators fell silent, not uttering a word.

To be wrapped in horsehide and die on the battlefield?

But alas, there were no horses!

"Don't lose heart, Miss Shangguan might be able to lead us out of here.

As long as we can rendezvous with everyone, all problems will be resolved."

As everyone fell into despair, a voice came through.

Hearing this, everyone's gazes simultaneously turned towards the deepest part of the miasma.

Amidst the hazy mist, a faint silhouette of a young woman was vaguely visible, sitting cross-legged, regulating her Qi.

This figure was none other than Shangguan Qing, who had been separated from Meng Yun for over a month.

At this moment, Shangguan Qing's condition was far from good.

Her black dress was already stained with blood, making it impossible to distinguish which was hers and which belonged to the Demon Seeds.

Countless tiny scars covered her cold face, and the skin that Meng Yun had made fair and rosy had long since become rough again.

On her lower abdomen, a gruesome scar ran from left to right, subtly exuding a putrid, crimson aura.

The once lustrous Flowing Cloud Soft Armor was now dull and dim, with countless scratches and dents, silently narrating the brutality of the battle.

If not for this soft armor, which was capable of withstanding attacks from the Combination Realm, Shangguan Qing...

Would likely have already perished.

After more than a month, the effects of the twenty-fold combat power roasted meat had diminished to just over half, and Shangguan Qing could now barely exert twelve times the combat power of a peak Nascent Soul.

And at this moment, outside the miasma, a Demon King and several Demon Generals were still lurking!

It should be known that a Demon King corresponds to a cultivator in the Combination Realm!

The strongest combat power among their group was only three or four cultivators in the early stage of the Soul Transformation Realm!

Why didn't the Demon King enter the miasma?

Perhaps Xuanwu Heaven had a spirit, and the residual souls and bodies of countless deceased cultivators inexplicably gathered here, eventually forming a miasma-filled area.

Human cultivators entering it would only suffer a slight reduction in strength.

But if a Demon Seed dared to enter this place, its strength would be reduced to less than one-tenth!

Even a Demon Venerable in the Tribulation Crossing stage would not easily enter such a miasma-filled area!

Over time, such miasma-filled areas had clearly become the last sanctuary for human cultivators seeking temporary refuge.

However, these miasma-filled areas also had periods of strength and weakness.

They had been staying here for several days, and the miasma was visibly thinning.

When the miasma was at its weakest, the Demon Seeds would dare to enter easily.

Time was running out for them...

At this moment, Shangguan Qing was in the center of the miasma-filled area, seeking an opportunity to break through to the Soul Transformation Realm.

As long as she broke through to the Soul Transformation Realm, with the addition of more than ten times her combat power, she might have a glimmer of hope to lead all her fellow villagers to escape!

Time, thus, flowed by little by little.

Shangguan Qing's aura was also steadily rising.

Between heaven and earth, tribulation clouds subtly began to gather.

The silver light surged for a moment, quietly shifting to gold.

In this chaotic world, Shangguan Qing's ability to trigger a golden lightning tribulation could be considered an astonishing feat.

If she were in White Tiger Heaven, perhaps her starting point would be the Purple-Gold Divine Lightning Tribulation!

What a pity.

"Alas..."

A faint sigh, almost imperceptible, echoed in this world.

A crimson chain, appearing from an unknown place, shot directly into the depths of the tribulation clouds.

The tribulation lightning, which was about to strike, was thus forcibly dispelled.

The purpose of a protector during a breakthrough is to guard against such enemy interference.

"Pfft—!"

Her breakthrough process was interrupted, and Shangguan Qing suddenly spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, her aura, which had reached its peak, instantly became listless.

"..."

Shangguan Qing was silent.

Her last struggle had also failed.

Perhaps this miasma-filled area would be her burial ground.

"Meng Yun..."

Shangguan Qing's jade hand inadvertently lingered on her lower abdomen for a moment, stroking it.

Perhaps after today, no one in the world would remember that she had once existed.

Shangguan Qing held her long sword and struggled to her feet.

On the outskirts of the miasma-filled area, a Demon King stood at ease, ready to charge in at any moment.

"Except for that woman, leave no other rabble alive." The Demon King waved his hand, and five Demon Generals stepped into the miasma.

"Woman? What woman?

Why are you only interested in her?"

A golden-haired young man, silently and abruptly, stepped out from in front of the Demon King, treading on air.

The Demon King was greatly alarmed.

He hadn't even noticed being approached to such an extent.

This could only mean that the strength of this yellow-haired youth before him was definitely far superior to his own!

"Who are you?" The Demon King narrowed his eyes, his immense power poised to strike.

"Someone who plays both sides."

Saint Huang laughed heartily, ignoring the Demon King, and turned to step into the miasma-filled area.

He also wanted to see what was so different about someone favored by the Demon Seeds.

Snatching food from a tiger's mouth? Saint Huang clearly loved it the most.

Each of the five Demon Generals possessed strength at or above the middle stage of the Soul Transformation Realm.

Even with the slight weakening from the miasma, each of them still had strength not inferior to the early stage of the Soul Transformation Realm!

The several Soul Transformation Realm cultivators from the Changli Dynasty rose with solemn expressions.

The Demon Seeds had actually broken into the miasma-filled area!

Only a fight to the death remained!

But they were all wounded now, able to exert at most fifty percent of their strength, how could they win against five Demon Generals who cooperated perfectly?

"Everyone, we have no retreat."

"Only a fight to the death!"

"Fight, fight!"

Spiritual energy fluctuations soared into the sky, and the few remaining Soul Transformation Realm cultivators charged first, launching attacks at the five Demon Generals.

"Thunderbolt Palm!"

"King's Seven Stars!"

"Iron Mountain Lean!"

Each person unleashed their strongest killing move from the start!

"Too weak..."

The leading Demon General sneered, casually waving his hand to conjure a crimson wall, completely blocking the Iron Mountain Lean.

Bang bang bang bang!

Powerful impacts resounded, and the several Soul Transformation Realm cultivators grunted as they flew backward, falling into the depths of the miasma, their fates unknown.

"Ants... die!" The leading Demon General drew his greatsword, and a crimson light transformed into a hundred-zhang sword qi, fiercely slashing towards the cultivators!

If such a terrifying attack truly landed, everyone present would definitely be either dead or severely injured!

"It's over."

"We are doomed..."

"Alas."

Countless desperate thoughts echoed in everyone's hearts, some even resignedly closing their eyes.

At least, they wanted to go peacefully.

One second.

Two seconds.

Three seconds.

The imagined pain was slow to arrive.