"Dao Yan Fen Qu!"
A blinding burst of fire erupted with a furious roar.
Having reached the Nascent Soul stage, Zhang Xiaohu could finally reveal his fangs to the Shitain race.
Shen Yingxue's fingers danced rapidly across the qin, and dazzling fire phoenixes attached themselves to Zhang Xiaohu's body.
The Burning Heaven Flame, symbolizing the Nine Heavens Yan Emperor, charged towards Ruermo with a noble aura.
"Get lost..."
But as his terrifying dagger plunged into Zhang Xiaohu's body, it felt as if it had struck empty air. Scarlet imperial flames coiled up Ruermo's arm.
[Dao Yan Fen Qu] was also an immortal technique, allowing one's body to lose its physical form and transform into elemental fire.
However, in this state, it consumed one's spiritual power immensely. If the spiritual power burned out, it would then consume one's life force.
Meng Zibin pondered for a moment, his palm tightly gripping his three-colored flames: Sun True Fire, Nine Infant Fire, and Phoenix True Fire.
He felt he had found a new main DPS besides Qin Xiaoxiao.
"Zhang Xiaohu! Catch this!"
The three-colored flames transformed into three streams of light, flying towards Zhang Xiaohu.
Zhang Xiaohu's mighty body trembled as the three top-tier flames merged into his form.
He then looked at Ruermo, whose strength had already fallen to the late stage of the eighth realm.
Ruermo was now in a state of panic. His mind was in disarray, and his entire combat rhythm was disrupted.
With the continuous impact of the [Desolation Curse] on him, he knew he had lost the qualification to advance to the ninth realm. His meridians were now aging and atrophied. These two curse marks had essentially ruined his future.
But what panicked him more than that was the decline of his cultivation.
What did a decline in cultivation mean? One only needed to recall the fates of Babali and Wuhala.
It shouldn't have been like this. He was supposed to toy with the members of the Ice Sword Mercenary Group like a cat playing with a mouse.
But now, if he was delayed any longer and his strength dropped to Wuhala's level, he would not survive.
He wasn't afraid of death. Rather, he felt that for someone of his immense strength to die at the hands of these human juniors due to being ambushed, he would never rest in peace!
Even if he took these people down with him, he felt it wouldn't be worth it; it would be a great humiliation!
But now, he had to consider how to survive.
If he didn't want to live, he could, while his strength hadn't declined too much, use all his might to kill half of them.
But he didn't want to die here.
For him, a powerful figure like himself, if he were to die, it should be in a battle against a Human Immortal King, not here!
The only way to leave was to kill Wang Teng and terminate this barrier.
"Damn you, get lost! Don't force me..."
He irritably pulled at Zhang Xiaohu, who was coiled around him. But Zhang Xiaohu, having transformed into an element, clung to him like sticky candy, continuously burning him.
At first, Ruermo didn't feel much, but when the flame imbued with imperial intent continuously poured into his wounds, he found his internal organs and his life force being fiercely scorched.
Zhang Xiaohu's current state was similar to Qin Xiaoxiao's "burst mode," which could only be maintained for about a minute. However, being burned by his flames for even a minute was unbearable, even for Ruermo.
The others were entangled by the black mist skeletons he had summoned. Only Zhang Xiaohu was clinging to him.
Therefore, this was the best opportunity!
Ruermo revealed a ferocious smile, then, in front of everyone, plunged into the swirling black mist.
Wang Teng, while rapidly recovering from his injuries, keenly observed the changes on the battlefield.
Seeing Ruermo disappear, Wang Teng's heart sank. He knew the other party was definitely coming for him.
Shen Yingxue's gaze sharpened, the seven-colored hues in her pupils swirling before gradually turning gray.
Ever since she first saw Li Qingyun's [Desolation Curse], she knew the skill was formidable and wanted to learn it.
But in reality, she couldn't truly learn it. It was like Xiao Long, who evolved it through his physique and cultivation methods, that was considered learning.
Hers was at best copy-pasting, and the copy wasn't perfect.
In the past few years, Shen Yingxue often had Li Qingyun demonstrate it for her.
However, at this stage, her [Myriad Flowers Pupil] found it difficult to replicate an immortal technique, so she copied a half-finished version of the [Desolation Curse].
Thus, when Ruermo emerged in front of Wang Teng, a phantom image identical to Li Qingyun appeared before him, blocking his path.
"What the hell?"
This illusory Li Qingyun produced a mark in his hand that filled Ruermo with dread – it was the [Desolation Curse] that was causing him so much suffering!
Being hit by two had already made him extremely uncomfortable. If he were to be hit by three...
Wang Teng, with lingering fear, pulled the listless Li Qingyun and fled elsewhere.
"Damn it, who said they'd hang themselves if they came over!"
Seeing Li Qingyun remain silent, Wang Teng quickly shook his neck: "Hey, hey, hey, little brother, you're not going to die, are you? Say something, little brother!"
Li Qingyun's body felt somewhat cold. This was because Ruermo's dagger was imbued with a terrifying resentment, which not only damaged his body but also subjected him to the torment of resentment.
He was originally dealing with his internal situation, but Ruermo attacked again, disrupting him once more.
"Can't die..."
Ruermo was going insane. He couldn't withstand the [Desolation Curse], but he had finally found this opportunity to get close to Wang Teng. The others had already dealt with the black mist skeletons he had created earlier. He had no chance to approach Wang Teng anymore!
"Ah! Wang Teng! You will die today!!"
Ruermo's face contorted with ferocity and malice as he endured the half-finished [Desolation Curse] and charged towards the fleeing Wang Teng.
At this moment, the power of decay superimposed itself within him once more.
Ruermo's strength dropped another level. His heart was in a panic; he had fallen to the middle stage of the eighth realm.
This realm... this realm was one where they could all gang up and beat him to death!
He had to kill Wang Teng and break this barrier. Only then would he have a chance to escape; otherwise, he would die here.
But at this moment, the flames coiled around him gathered in front of him, and Zhang Xiaohu's figure coalesced.
He held blood-red flames in his hand and said coldly, "Have you forgotten about me..."
"What are you, get lost!"
Zhang Xiaohu said with a chilling tone, "The flames in your body..."
He made a grasping motion with his right hand, and instantly Ruermo felt an extremely scorching sensation erupt within him.
"Explode..."