132: Chapter 132 Complete Abuse

The gray eagle's struggle grew weaker and weaker, its screeching grew fainter, and its body became increasingly transparent. Finally, it turned into a puddle of silvery-white liquid, dripping from between the fingers of the black raven claws, landing on the ground to form a silvery-white pool.

Granny Bixia's pupils constricted violently, her face turned as pale as paper, and her eyes were filled with fear and disbelief. Her voice was hoarse and trembling: "This is impossible!"

Wu Li did not give Granny Bixia much opportunity to be shocked.

His figure flashed, his speed astonishingly fast, and in the blink of an eye, he was in front of Granny Bixia.

After all, Granny Bixia was a Foundation Establishment Late Stage Cultivator, and her reaction was extremely fast. She subconsciously struck out with a palm, her palm gathering a ball of golden spiritual light, striking directly toward Wu Li's chest.

Wu Li didn't even look. He violently swung his right wing, and a sharp gust of wind shot out from the wingtip, carrying half-step Tier 3 Demon Power, crashing fiercely into Granny Bixia's palm.

The golden spiritual light shattered instantly. The spiritual light in Granny Bixia's palm exploded, her entire arm was jarred numb, the webbing between her thumb and index finger split open, and blood flowed down between her fingers.

Her figure staggered, and she retreated two steps, almost falling.

Wu Li did not give her a chance to catch her breath. He reached out his right claw, his five fingers hooked like hooks, and grabbed Granny Bixia directly by the neck.

His claw tips pierced her skin, and blood flowed down along the gaps of his claws, dripping onto the ground with a rhythmic patter.

Granny Bixia's pupils constricted violently, her face turned as pale as paper. She desperately tried to pry open Wu Li's claw with both hands, her fingernails leaving bloody scratches on the back of Wu Li's hand, but Wu Li's claw remained motionless, as if cast from iron.

"Let... let go..."

"I am..."

Granny Bixia's voice was squeezed from her throat.

"You are what?"

"Hmm?"

"Speak..."

Wu Li looked at this old thing playfully.

She struggled desperately, kicking her feet wildly on the ground, causing gravel to scatter everywhere, but Wu Li's claw gripped tighter and tighter.

"Huff, huff~"

At this moment.

The Iron-Backed Bear King breathed heavily and slowly stood up. His charred body was still trembling slightly, but his eyes were filled with a fierce light.

He stared at Granny Bixia, letting out a low roar from his throat. His voice was muffled and gruff, carrying irrepressible hatred: "Brother Wu, can you... give this old thing to me!"

Wu Li turned his head, glanced at the Iron-Backed Bear King, and then looked at Granny Bixia, who was still struggling in his claw.

"Of course."

As soon as he finished speaking, Wu Li loosened his right claw from Granny Bixia's neck and struck her Dantian with a palm.

A flash of spiritual light shone from his palm, and a surge of violent Demon Power poured into Granny Bixia's body, exploding in her Dantian.

"Ah!"

Granny Bixia's body stiffened violently, and she let out a shrill scream. Her Dantian shattered, and spiritual power leaked crazily from her body, like a deflating balloon.

Subsequently.

Wu Li casually flicked his hand, and Granny Bixia's body flew toward the Iron-Backed Bear King like a broken sack.

The Iron-Backed Bear King roared, fierce light flashing in his bronze bell-sized eyes. He opened his blood-stained maw and bit down on Granny Bixia's body.

His teeth pierced into flesh, blood gushing out and splashing all over his face.

He tore wildly, like tearing a piece of rag, shredding Granny Bixia's body into pieces.

Flesh and blood flew everywhere, bones shattered, and internal organs spilled all over the ground.

Then he swallowed them mouthful by mouthful, chewing with a crunching sound. Blood flowed down from the corners of his mouth, dripping onto the ground and forming a pool of dark red liquid.

"Ah!!"

The Disciples of the Luoxia Sect were so frightened that they were Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering. Some collapsed on the ground, some turned and ran, and some scrambled away. Cries, screams, and footsteps intertwined, echoing over the ruins.

Some people pointed tremblingly at Wu Li and the Iron-Backed Bear King, their voices shrill and trembling: "You... you damned Yao Race! You cannot attack us! We are Immortal Sect Disciples!!"

"You scum! Dare to attack us, our Immortal Sect will not let you off!"

"Noisy."

"Boom!"

Wu Li violently flapped the wings behind his back, and his Demon Power transformed into countless pitch-black flying blades, pouring out like a rainstorm.

Wherever the flying blades passed, the air was torn apart, emitting sharp whistling sounds.

Those Disciples didn't even have time to scream before their bodies were pierced by the flying blades.

"Puchi, puchi, puchi!!!"

Sounds of flesh being penetrated rang out, and soon these Luoxia Sect Disciples, like the Heavenly Sword Sect, all fell one after another.

After finishing this.

Wu Li retracted his wings, turned around, and his blood-red pupils landed on the Iron-Backed Bear King and the Rift-Wind Wolf King.

He walked up, crouched down, and looked at the two Demon Kings, whose bodies were charred black and whose fur was burned beyond recognition. His voice was hoarse and flat: "How is the situation?"

The Iron-Backed Bear King shook his head and said in a muffled voice: "There are no problems for now, but I might not be able to continue later. My Demon Power is exhausted, and my injuries are not light either. I need to find a place to recuperate."

The Rift-Wind Wolf King licked his lips, a trace of fatigue flashing in his dark green eyes.

"Me too. If we keep fighting, it will be suicide."

Wu Li nodded, his blood-red pupils devoid of any emotion. He was silent for a moment, then asked.

"Any gains?"

The Iron-Backed Bear King's eyes brightened. He stretched out his claw, took out a blood-red bead from his chest, and held it in his palm.

The bead was the size of a fist, entirely blood-red. Inside, it seemed as if liquid was flowing, and countless tiny specks of light could be vaguely seen swimming, as if they were living things.

The moment the bead appeared, a warm, gentle force surged out from it, flowing along the Iron-Backed Bear King's claw and into his body. His Bloodline pulsed slightly, as if something had been awakened.

"Found this."

Wu Li reached out his claw, took the bead, and looked it over back and forth.

The bead was warm to the touch, and that warm, gentle force surged into his body along his claw. His Bloodline also pulsed slightly, as if something was responding.

He stared at the bead for a moment, his blood-red pupils devoid of any emotion.

Then, he returned the bead to the Iron-Backed Bear King, his voice hoarse and flat: "It should be something that can enhance the Bloodline. It's acceptable."

The Iron-Backed Bear King was stunned for a moment. He took the bead, stuffed it into his chest, patted his belly, and said in a muffled voice: "Brother, you don't..."

"This is something you exchanged your life for, keep it yourself."

Wu Li interrupted him, his blood-red pupils devoid of any emotion, his voice still flat, "I still have a vat of spiritual liquid over there; it's enough."

The Iron-Backed Bear King opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but eventually swallowed it back.

He nodded and didn't say anything more.

The Rift-Wind Wolf King licked his lips, a trace of surprise flashing in his dark green eyes.

Wu Li stood up, his blood-red pupils scanning the surroundings, and then looked at the Iron-Backed Bear King and the Rift-Wind Wolf King. His voice was hoarse and flat: "How about this, it's not far if you go that way; my people are there collecting spiritual liquid."

"It's relatively safe there; you two brothers can go there to recuperate."

The Iron-Backed Bear King was stunned for a moment, staring at Wu Li with his bronze bell-sized eyes, and asked in a muffled voice: "Then what about you?"