Chapter 1103: Walking In The Great Void (II)
The fierce clash instantly dissolved into chaos. A flying sword drifted uselessly into the sky; a spellcaster nearly bit off his own tongue; and the devil cultivator who had raised his shield halfway froze in terror, letting his head be chopped off without resistance. The Wu Family cultivators on the other side lost all will to fight and nearly tumbled from the sky.
Xiao Chuting was likely not here, and Li Ximing had no interest in paying them any attention. Without pausing for even a second, he vanished in a flash of heavenly light beneath his feet, flying toward a distant, untraceable horizon.
Yet even though he merely passed them from a considerable distance, the devil cultivator in the front was caught off guard. Li Ximing's escape light brushed him from afar, and purple flames roared up as heavenly light flared. A sudden pressure struck his chest; his hair and beard were incinerated in an instant; and his robes burst into flames with a sharp whoosh.
Had he been an ordinary cultivator, it might not have been so bad. But as a devil cultivator, his flesh and skin were seared along with his robes. The onlookers were struck dumb, too terrified to even attempt fleeing.
Fortunately for him, Li Ximing had only appeared before him for a brief moment and paid him no mind, racing several kilometers away before vanishing entirely. Even so, the devil cultivator screamed in agony as his dharma robe was reduced to ashes.
Before the group could even breathe a sigh of relief, the great void split open once again. The sky, which had only just cleared from rain, darkened with heavy clouds, and solemn, reverent chants echoed through the air. Ye Hui materialized before them, clad in a deep blue Daoist robe. His eyes, bright with spiritual light, swept over the surroundings.
At that moment, Ye Hui was operating his Body Divine Ability, South Chou Waters, at full power. Nearly half his body had transformed into a purple halo and was further strengthened by Eastern Feather Mountain. That single glance struck like a thunderbolt under clear skies. Ye Hui vanished in a moment, but only after he disappeared did the six cultivators react, crying out in pain as purple light dragged them down from the air.
Li Ximing had not yet left the Xianyou region. The moment the spiritual energy eased even slightly, he slipped back into the great void, but Ye Hui's purple light flared again right behind him. South Chou Waters was indeed fast, forcing Li Ximing to take another of his blows. Looking up, he saw the Profound Peak Gate's mountain gate just ahead.
But Ye Hui was already upon him again. The dharma sword in his arms gleamed as every ghostly blue rune upon it lit up. Ye Hui's face remained cold and grim as he pursued Li Ximing. He formed seals and chanted an incantation, and once more, a wisp of white qi leaped from his lips.
When the white qi shot forth, Li Ximing felt not only the ground beneath his feet sink but also the great void before his eyes shift. The Stable Earth formation light of Profound Peak Gate dimmed in an instant, as though veiled by a hazy white glow, and even the great void under his feet grew uneven and unstable.