The "True Dragon Remnant Soul" let out a deafening dragon's roar as Gu Junshi looked up.
The sound waves exploded, the strong gusts of wind whipping her black brocade robes, her sleeves billowing, but her footing was firm, as if rooted to the ground, unmoving as a mountain.
Her current confrontation with the "True Dragon Remnant Soul" was like a tiny boat on the sea facing the wrath of the Sea Dragon King, destined to be shattered to pieces the next second.
Yet, there was a force within her, her posture solid, standing guard as one, unyielding to the wind, unswayed by the waves, remarkably resilient.
The "True Dragon Remnant Soul" could not unleash divine power from the upper realm in this world. It was as if upon its descent to the lower realm, its divine power, which should not exist here, had been restricted by this small world.
Therefore, even if it were a true dragon alive, the power it wielded was merely something infinitely close to immortal power.
As the golden-white light roared down from above, the torrent of light was dazzling, its passage powerful and imposing, containing a destructive force that surpassed the cultivation realm. The four carved dragon stone pillars could not withstand the "torrent" brushing against their surfaces, and cracked stone fragments fell like rain.
These were mere dust-like stones in the eyes of a giant dragon, but in the eyes of humans, their weight was different. Such massive stones falling from a height, accelerated by gravity, anyone who had studied physics would understand that it was almost like a cannonball strike.
—Dust filled the air, the ground collapsed inward, lifting and cracking the flooring, utterly destroying a flat expanse and leaving no place to stand.
Gu Junshi had already flashed and leaped onto the stones as they fell.
Liu Jiang Fusheng's gaze had been following her. As she moved, he followed closely.
Cheng Hong waved his hand, a golden light flashed upward, and he too joined the battle.
Yan Tianjiao let out a cold sneer, her dark robes with blood-red trim as if dyed with a layer of frost, and her long whip lashed out.
Thinking that since their faces had already been revealed, if their group lost, this demon might just go all out and kill them all. Thus, Lu Ziyin and Ru Lan no longer hesitated. They shook themselves, mustered their spirits, and fought her with all their might.
Danya's strength had been reduced by more than ninety percent. He raised an eyebrow and smiled sinisterly, not rushing to attack. He dodged to a corner, formed a hand seal, and conjured a semi-circular azure barrier before him, preventing the falling stones from hitting him.
The area below had already become a desolate wasteland. The slightest movement of the "True Dragon Remnant Soul" caused large swathes of buildings to collapse and be destroyed. With a sweep of its tail, the terrifying energy emanating from its tail, if it collided with a person, would inevitably result in the dissipation of flesh and soul.
But would Gu Junshi be so foolish as to let it touch her? She couldn't destroy it, but her mind was sharper than this "True Dragon Remnant Soul." She had long since pinpointed its vital spot.
—That faint white light, overlooked, was precisely the "Eye of the True Dragon," and also the source of the "True Dragon Remnant Soul's" power.
Previously, to prevent it from "joining forces" with Liu Jiang Fusheng, she had temporarily sealed it within a barrier. It had ultimately struggled free and retreated to its dragon's belly, sticking to a translucent dragon scale like something weak, not moving from its spot.
Gu Junshi stared at it, her gaze not necessarily greedy, but her unique focus made the "Eye of the True Dragon" feel uneasy... and it contracted further inward.
With a surge of power in her arm, the viscous energy from her sleeve rolled up, transforming into a black "dense ribbon" that coiled around the dragon's body... Just then, Cheng Hong, descending from above, his monk's robes as white as snow, his face serene and solemn, unleashed over ten golden streams like shooting stars from above. They fell around Gu Junshi, forming lines, then leaped and interwoven to create a massive formation.
The intention was to firmly lock her in mid-air.
Liu Jiang Fusheng, following closely behind, seized the opportune moment, tightened his grip on his immortal sword, detonated his spiritual power, and a long, brilliant sword light aimed at her waist.
Gu Junshi executed a downward bow, the sword light missed and circled around, she straightened her waist, and placed a palm on the edge of the immortal sword's tip, leaning against it with a light but firm pressure.
Its spiritual power, thin and sharp, advanced towards her inch by inch.
Liu Jiang Fusheng raised his eyes, his expression deepening at her seemingly effortless defensive posture. After a moment, he merged his index and middle fingers, without even forming a hand seal, and summoned his flying sword to stab into her from behind.
At this moment, Yan Tianjiao added to the assault, her ice spiritual power intensifying the spiritual pressure in the air, and a massive ice cone materialized beneath her head.
She covered her arms downwards, her dark robes fluttering like wings, and descended with a rumble.
This was the first time these individuals had cooperated, but their tacit understanding was not bad, covering offense, defense, sneak attacks, and support.
The black energy on Gu Junshi's body climbed steadily, like tangible tentacles suddenly pushing outward. Liu Jiang Fusheng felt this oppressive force closing in, quickly retreated, the wind lifting his robes. He tilted his head and gave her a slight smile.
In Gu Junshi's eyes, this smile was full of malice.
Just then, shadows surged from all directions. Gu Junshi glimpsed out of the corner of her eye, it was the "True Dragon Remnant Soul" powerfully swinging its tail.
The tip of its tail was a full several zhang wide. She, along with the entire sturdy tower wall behind her, was swept away horizontally, smashing and dragging, destroying a long section. The exposed tower wall now lacked cover, revealing the sky outside, shrouded in cold mist, the heavens pale and frosty.
Fell, it fell?!
Ru Lan's eyes widened in excitement.
Lu Ziyin pursed his lips, his eyes fixed intently below.
Amidst that pile of rubble and stones…
Suddenly, a black figure abruptly appeared beside the "True Dragon Remnant Soul." A vast, abyss-like powerful aura instantly filled the entire damaged white tower, even containing the power of the entire world.
If the consciousness within Cheng Hong had not been dormant, he might have recognized her through the familiarity gained from their numerous past encounters with Gu Junshi. But this current Cheng Hong only possessed a sliver of "his" memories, mostly from the feelings of another "him." He could see, but could not empathize.
The next second, an image of hell on earth unfolded before the eyes of Ru Lan, Lu Ziyin, and Yan Tianjiao. Ghosts and spirits, summoned from hell, ugly and ferocious, lunged at them.
Their faces were emerald green, their teeth jagged like saws, their bodies covered in scraps of flesh and soiled blood. Saliva dripped from their mouths…
Foul miasma emanated, emitting a stench unbearable.
Oh my god—
No matter how strong Ru Lan was, she was a woman who loved beauty and adornment. Faced with creatures so outrageously ugly, her first reaction was to freeze completely, then to flee as far as possible.
Who would willingly accompany these things? It was better to leave them for Lu Ziyin and the others to deal with.
Wasn't she a demon?
Why could she control ghosts?
Yan Tianjiao had not known she had a problem with being a picky eater of faces before, but now that these ugly things had dirtied her eyes, her face turned somewhat dark. She quickly extended her arms, waving away the ghosts and monsters that lunged at her with green eyes and red mouths.
Danya slightly opened his eyes, his thoughts churning. These ghosts, each with their own brand of ugliness, had to be said… they were rather similar to the batch they encountered at the Du Sheng Daoist Temple back then?