My Enemy Became My Cultivation Companion

She instinctively looked for his figure, but before she could react, she turned her head and collided with his solemn face. He had come to her side, but was a bit more serious.

Instinctively, Yin Weiyin rushed over and bumped into his embrace, trembling as she said, "Chen, Chen Yi..."

Chen Yi did not reply, he only silently embraced her shoulders.

Not far away, Qing Yuan saw her crash into him and squinted his eyes slightly, his gaze very cold.

Unfortunately, no matter how cold it is, it's useless. This rebellious disciple has become even more arrogant with his rising cultivation level, not knowing his boundaries, and embracing tightly.

After an unknown amount of time, Yin Weiyin's quivering shoulders gradually calmed down. She suddenly woke up with a start and hurriedly pushed Chen Yi away. But he firmly held her shoulders. She wanted to struggle further when a gentle voice reached her ears: "Don't be afraid."

For some inexplicable reason, Yin Weiyin's whole body relaxed... Since he said don't be afraid, it didn't matter if she feared a little more.

The woman softly leaned in his embrace, pressing her supple body against his chest. Her heart seemed to beat against her ribs, thumping from violent to steady. She almost lost her bones, her dependency on him was something Chen Yi couldn't resist, but his heart held countless doubts that he temporarily set aside.

She slowly regained some strength, a blush appeared on her cheeks.

"What are you..."

Just as she spoke, Chen Yi's gaze suddenly became focused. The surrounding mist seemed to thicken.

The ground shook violently, pebbles scattered, as a massive creature forced its way into this space!

The Daoists hastily set up the Sword Array, their gaze uncertain as they stared ahead. In the darkness, something seemed to dart in, a flicker of crimson light swaying, and then...

It was like an invisible Taishan mountain crashing down!

The condensed sword momentum shattered with a snap, several Daoists spat fresh blood, hurriedly forming the Sword Array, rocking under the overwhelming force.

No need for anyone to remind them, the instant of their next contact revealed that this residual spirit was indeed the gigantic creature resurrected from the previous ruins.

It had tracked them here, leaving the Daoists horrified and pale-faced, some trembling uncontrollably in fear.

Even when Zhao Tong led the formation previously, they merely hindered the creature's movement, yet it had cost the Magic Sword bestowed by the Heavenly Master. Now there were only seven of them, how could they rival it?

A wordless dead silence flooded their hearts, instantly shattered by the gigantic creature's roar.

A fierce wind rushed by but brushed past the Sword Array, directly targeting Donggong Ruoshu with deadly intent.

A point of red light, a crushing pressure covered the sky, and Chen Yi's expression turned icy, an unprecedented sense of danger rippled down his spine.

Blades and swords emerged together.

Sword Intent World!

An earth and sky pressed by instillation executed upon a collision of two pressures, the entire space bent and rebounded, transforming into ripples. Where the aftershock passed, broken walls and shattered ruins exploded, fragmented stones hovered abruptly in the air, outlining intertwined savage contours.

Chen Yi held a sword in his left hand, contemplating how to penetrate the world and strike wind and rain, yet the colossal creature was formless and elusive. Where exactly should wind be broken? Where should rain be slashed?

It was like a blind man fighting a fully capable person in broad daylight. If not for a significant gap, the blind one would surely suffer in the end.

While Chen Yi hesitated, Donggong Ruoshu staggered slightly, a bewildered look on her face, her eyes catching a glimpse of... unbelievable.

"Could it be... Kui Demon?"

Kui Demon?

Chen Yi was first puzzled, then his pupils constricted violently.

She could see it?

Indeed, Yin Weiyin could see it. Not just the outline, but the skin tough as stone-crocodile hide, the singular enormous foot on the ground, the head shrouded in dense black mist, furiously agitated, every strand of hair distinctly clear...

Its face was fierce, eyes reflecting eerie crimson light, its massive frame resembling a black mountain, amidst swirling mist appeared anguished human faces. This authoritative ghostly deity unleashed an outpour of ancient terror.

The Kui Demon as a dragon, the ghostly deity among spirits.

It threw a punch at Chen Yi's Sword Intent World.

The world condensed with towering Sword Intent shook heavily, scattered Sword Qi flooding like a river dam bursting.

The Kui Demon let out a roar, continuously delivering punches, seeming to hammer at the mountain of yore, each strike shattering the incoming Sword Qi into splinters. In a flash, Chen Yi's Sword Intent World was teetering.

"Tilt downward! Two steps!" she suddenly woke up, words sprang from her throat, and Chen Yi almost stepped in sync with her words, drawing his blade and slashing at that vacant space.

The Wind-breaking and Rain-cutting opened a white line. At first, it seemed to fall into emptiness, the gust swiftly passed by. However, when half the line fell, there was a sudden hesitancy, immediately followed by a sensation of cutting through flesh and bone, and the scattering airflow became chaotic.

"Roar!"

The Kui Demon's pain howl was earth-shattering.

The Daoists were jolted to the point of breaking, their courage crumbling. They snapped back from momentary daze, Qing Yuan already wielding his sword, moving to the Sword Array core, unifying the qi flow. The seven swords rose together.

"Southwest, Kun position, six steps."

Donggong Ruoshu's voice came through. At this life-and-death moment, the Daoists didn't have time to discern the truth of the words or confirm the positional accuracy. The Sword Array was already set; why not treat a dead horse as if it were alive, and test it?

The gathered sword momentum concentrated, the seven-man Sword Array abruptly transformed into a meat-grinding blade storm. The Daoists spun across the ground of sand and pebbles, their positions shifting, the Magic Sword tearing through the dense air with centripetal force.

The instant the sword blade touched somewhere in mid-air, a creaking sound of bending and a cracking sound of bones erupted simultaneously in the void.