Chapter 1097: A Scene Of Ruin (II)
Floating South territory.
Golden mist filled the skies, and True Fire flowed like a river.
Li Minggong raised the Six-Cornered Scarlet Flame Lamp high in her hand, its flames roaring skyward and holding back the surging golden mist. On the other side, the Chongming Profound Insight Screen radiated with dazzling light, its cascading azure glow capturing streaks of golden brilliance.
The great battle in the Floating South territory had already reached its final stage. Situ Mo hovered high in the sky, his diamond-patterned golden feathered robe billowing as he gripped Ding Weizeng's long staff with all his strength. Streams of golden qi flowed down his cheeks, making him look terrifying.
On the other hand, Ding Weizeng was in even more miserable shape. His Dharma Body was covered in wounds from head to toe, as dark red blood stained his robes, and a massive gash split open his abdomen, revealing glistening internal organs glowing faintly with dharma light.
Situ Mo stared at him with a dark expression, his gaze drifting from side to side. That wretched, foul-mouthed Hooked Serpent was still lurking nearby, its whereabouts unknown.
"Time is running out..."
Situ Mo had not fallen short of his fearsome reputation. His techniques had even surpassed the Li Family's expectations. The Golden Tang Gate master had single-handedly held off both Ding Weizeng and the Hooked Serpent, one man and one beast, and pressed them so hard that Ding Weizeng's injuries grew worse and worse. On top of that, the Chongming Profound Insight Screen hung in the sky, perfectly countering flying swords and flying needles.
Although Ding Weizeng had already suffered injuries earlier when he fought six opponents alone, his performance was still astounding. Li Wushao, too, was no ordinary foe; the two venomous hooks on his tail were enough to make most cultivators shudder.
It was precisely those two venomous hooks that made things dangerous. Caught off guard earlier, Situ Mo had only been grazed on the chin, yet the biting cold had spread from his jaw all the way to his chest. Even swallowing several pills had only temporarily suppressed it. One of his own foolish subordinates, unaware of how deadly the Hooked Serpent was, had been struck once by a hook and nearly plummeted to the ground.