But before Nangong Mo could reach Gu Qianying, the four snakes had already crawled onto Gu Qianying's embroidered shoes, attempting to climb further up.
The four snakes, each flicking its red tongue, appeared ordinary but were in fact snake spirits capable of bewitching the soul.
Gu Qianying's eyes turned cold. She brandished her Scarlet Blood Saber, simultaneously trying to shake off the four snakes entwined around her.
However, she suddenly found her feet rooted as if by a thousand-pound weight, unable to move or exert any spiritual power.
Even the power of the Scarlet Blood Saber in her hand was greatly diminished.
She frowned and looked up, seeing the man with the grotesque appearance, the master of the four snakes, standing before her.
"Zi Chi, that is my name."
The man introduced himself.
Zi Chi effortlessly took the Scarlet Blood Saber, imbued with power, from Gu Qianying's hand.
"It is your honor to die by my hand. I hope in your next life, you will be a kind person and no longer covet the Demon Token. Such an item is not meant for someone like you!"
With that, Zi Chi flipped his palm, and a ball of flame erupted from it.
The four snakes had already crawled onto Gu Qianying's body...
"Qianying!"
At that moment, a large hand embraced Gu Qianying.
The wind rose, and a white golden light flashed. A sharp and powerful force swirled around Gu Qianying, protecting her.
The four snake spirits clinging to her were caught by Nangong Mo, who was holding her, and destroyed with a single palm strike.
The four snake spirits instantly turned into a smear of flesh, scattering with the dust in the wind.
Gu Qianying could now move.
Although she had not unleashed the demonic power within her, a significant portion of the seven parts of spiritual power coexisting with the demonic power within her had dispersed.
It was unclear whether it had been absorbed by the four snake spirits or if it had simply been too weak in the presence of this man who called himself Zi Chi.
The flame power in Zi Chi's palm, before it could be unleashed, was stopped by another powerful force.
He narrowed his eyes and looked at Nangong Mo.
Observing the person before him radiating an ethereal aura.
He frowned, slightly surprised, "Who are you?"
Nangong Mo ignored him, turning to look at Gu Qianying and asking, "My wife, are you injured?"
Gu Qianying shook her head, remaining silent.
Both Nangong Mo and Gu Qianying were covered by talismans.
However, the effects of these talismans on them were vastly different.
On Gu Qianying, a phantom, insubstantial greedy demon soul could be seen, while on Nangong Mo, nothing was visible.
His immortal aura protected him; he was no ordinary being.
The low-grade soul-summoning curse could only attract lonely souls wandering the mortal realm.
These souls, having resided in the Wu Clan tribe and in this land imbued with Wu spiritual arts for a long time, had developed an immunity to sunlight.
When summoned this time, they were born of the curse, and to outsiders, these appeared as the essence of the main body they surrounded.
Elsewhere.
Du Chun was also surrounded by an unusual aura.
Among the Yin Mountain Six, who were close to him, one was named Zi Mei.
With his three bodies and six arms, and a face covered in scars, he sneered at the phantom, insubstantial wrathful soul emanating from Du Chun, "Mortals are truly pathetic. Look at your unsightly eating habits. How are you worthy of coming here to snatch the Demon Token!"
With that, he brandished his six arms, three long and three short, like a "thousand hands."
As he waved them, in broad daylight, a torrential downpour descended upon Du Chun's head. Each drop of rain was like a sharp blade, continuously slashing at Du Chun's body.
A lock of white hair also snapped in the abnormal rain.
Du Chun had no time to ponder why such a bizarre phenomenon was occurring before him.
He held his soft sword, slashing left and right, fending off the raindrops falling on him.
"You bastard, what the hell is this?"
The Sixth Prince Nangong Li looked at Du Chun, who was surrounded by abnormal raindrops, with utter bewilderment.
His folding fan had been destroyed, leaving him weaponless. He quickly picked up a stone from the ground and threw it towards Du Chun.
He ran towards Du Chun while throwing stones, but before he could get close, a figure blocked his view.
"Where do you think you're going?"
Following the voice, Nangong Li looked up and saw a woman, eight feet tall, dressed in white, with her hair unbound. The woman had a beautiful face and delicate features, and her voice was very soft.
As she spoke, the woman lowered her head and looked at Nangong Li up close.
"You...?"
Before Nangong Li could finish his sentence, the woman spoke her name.
"Call me Zi Wang."
"I don't care what your name is, just get out of my way! I need to save Du Chun!"
Seeing Zi Wang as an ordinary woman, merely taller than him and seemingly without any special abilities, Nangong Li felt reassured and shouted angrily.
"No one has ever spoken to me like this before. You are the first. You presumptuous mortal, you are truly annoying!"
As the words fell.
Zi Wang looked up at the sky, spread her arms, palms facing upwards.
She closed her eyes and murmured something that Nangong Li could not understand.
When she opened them, the blue sky suddenly changed, becoming overcast with dark clouds, accompanied by lightning and thunder.
With a rumble.
Under the startling thunder, lightning struck directly at Nangong Li.
"My... my mother... this... this..."
Nangong Li clutched his head and jumped, hugging his arms, crouching, and turning to frantically search for a place to shelter from the lightning.
However, a bolt of lightning struck, instantly turning his hair and outer robe a scorched color.
He stood stunned, exhaling a puff of smoke.
Rumble..."
Another bolt of lightning struck.
Nangong Li was terrified.
He no longer cared about tidying his messy hair or his disheveled and worn-out robes, turned, and fled towards Nangong Mo.
"Ninth Imperial Uncle, save me! This lightning is like it has eyes, only striking me! Ninth Imperial Uncle, save me!"
Meng Yi, standing nearby and unsure of what was happening, glanced at the other Yin Mountain Six, covered his mouth, half-crouched, and quietly retreated, hiding in the bushes.
He admitted defeat.
At this moment, the rest of the Yin Mountain Six stood in place, watching the spectacle.
Not far away, hidden in a secluded spot, three people observed the situation unfolding.
All three of them wore different expressions.
"Eldest Brother, Second Brother, I told you, how could these fools be a match for the Yin Mountain Six? Haha."
Wu Yang Feng parted the branches and looked towards Gu Qianying and the others.
Indeed, the incompetent remain incompetent. These people are still a group of failures. They have only encountered the Yin Mountain Six, and they are about to become cannon fodder. If the Flood Dragon were to appear, these fools would be even less a match for that divine beast. It seems we overestimated these fools," Wu Yang Hao said mockingly, standing to Wu Yang Feng's left.
"It is rumored that the Yin Mountain Six were born from demonic seeds, each possessing their own skills. Some can breathe fire, some can control lightning, some can control rain, and others have other abilities. These exceptionally talented half-demons are very powerful. They are stationed here solely to guard the Demon Token and prevent it from falling into the hands of others.
If these Yin Mountain Six were to enter the mortal world, who knows what kind of bloodshed they would cause. However... it is precisely because of this that I am even more curious about the true purpose of the person who made a deal with us."
Among the three, Wu Yang Xuan was the most composed and the most thoughtful.
"Second Brother means...?"
Wu Yang Feng looked at Wu Yang Hao, his words trailing off.
Wu Yang Hao, standing beside him, was also puzzled, "Second Brother, are you suspecting that the person we made a deal with, his true purpose is not what he told us..."