Before departing, when Xiao Lian, the spirit of the Chaos Divine Lotus, learned that they had left behind the Pillar of Heaven, thereby losing their means to restrain enemies, she told Li Qingyun that after she ascended to the Creation Azure Lotus, a small world would be generated within her.
Thus, Yan Xing tearfully sponsored two immortal artifacts for Li Qingyun to absorb. As expected, after her direct promotion, the chaotic energy began to evolve, gradually forming a small world comparable in size to a Demon Spirit Realm.
And then the current scene unfolded: as long as Li Qingyun willed it, everyone within range could be rapidly absorbed into the Azure Lotus Realm.
De Ai Bi was taken in, and he was about to face a righteous group beating.
However, the author will not describe everything within for now.
Everyone present was utterly bewildered. The members of the Ice Sword Mercenary Group had vanished, leaving behind only a spinning Creation Azure Lotus, its petals drifting down. Others dared not approach.
The peak Eighth Realm powerhouses who rushed to rescue them wanted to seize the Creation Azure Lotus, but they were intercepted by their opponents.
The fighting spirit of the human cultivators immediately soared. Seeing their frightened appearances, it was clear that the peak Eighth Realm opponent was in dire straits.
"Charge! We will surely win!"
"Even though we are outnumbered, we will not lose!"
"These fellow countrymen from another world are fighting so hard, what reason do we have not to give our all?"
The battle between the two sides erupted instantly, with terrifying power bursting forth on the battlefield.
However, due to the vast numerical disadvantage, humanity was certainly not at an advantage and was immediately pushed to the defensive.
They were waiting, waiting for a woman like a venomous snake to make her move.
The Shitian tribesmen were also waiting; they still hadn't found Chen Xiaohan's whereabouts.
When wisps of purple smoke appeared on the battlefield, all the Shitian tribesmen tensed, the memory of their tribesmen who had died from poisonous gu still vivid.
Da Ku and La Koen were two peak Eighth Realm Shitian tribesmen. They had not made a move since the battle began because their mission was to kill Chen Xiaohan at all costs.
When these poisonous gases appeared, the two followed the direction of the spiritual energy and immediately saw Chen Xiaohan hidden behind the crowd.
This chilling woman seemed to sense their gazes, offering them a sweet smile.
"Kill her!"
The two peak Eighth Realm powerhouses struck instantly, arriving before Chen Xiaohan in the blink of an eye.
"Poison Woman! Didn't expect this!"
"Today is your death day!"
However, an old man extended his hands, appearing before the two.
A Tai Chi formation materialized before him, blocking their attacks.
Da Ku and La Koen's pupils contracted.
"Qiu Yun? You dare to block us?"
Qiu Yun said indifferently, "I'm afraid we did expect it!"
"Hahaha! What does it matter if you expected it? Do you think you, alone, can stop the two of us? Do you consider yourself a prodigy?"
"Old man, haven't your previous injuries recovered yet? And you think you can stop us with your current state?"
Qiu Yun's expression remained calm. A cold aura was slowly affecting him from within, causing his immortal power to become somewhat chaotic.
He was already injured before Wang Teng and the others arrived, and he had been severely wounded.
He had been cursed by a Shitian tribesman who had activated the 'Demonic Body Sacrificing Heaven' in a suicidal manner.
He had been suppressing this curse until now, but once combat began, the curse would immediately become uncontrollable and erupt within him.
It wouldn't be life-threatening, but it would greatly impact his combat effectiveness.
"If you don't want to die, get out of the way, and I can let you live a few more minutes!"
But Qiu Yun did not retreat. He gritted his teeth, and the wind converged, transforming into a palm print.
"Seal of the Gale!"
"Seeking death!"
Da Ku and La Koen poured all their strength into a palm strike, meeting his.
"Boom!"
With an explosion, Qiu Yun was directly pushed away by the force, spewing out a mouthful of blood, his internal power becoming even more turbulent.
Chen Xiaohan, still controlling her poisonous gu, frowned as she looked at the old man guarding her. "Senior, if it's too difficult, you can retreat first."
Qiu Yun wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his aged white hair fluttering in the wind.
He said with a complex expression, "You are the key to this battle. Perhaps this is merely a journey for you, but you are the only hope for our world now. This old man has been cursed, and his combat power is far inferior to what it was. This life is not valuable, but you are."
"So..." Qiu Yun looked back in the direction of the Profound Light Realm, seeing their homeland well protected by the Pillar of Heaven, and then said, "So to protect you, for this victory, this old man will have no regrets even if he dies!"
With that, Qiu Yun spread his arms, and his Dao Fruit erupted in a blazing inferno at that moment!
His entire aura immediately surged to a more terrifying level. The curse within his body also coiled up under this suppressive force, ceasing its outbreak.
Chen Xiaohan stood frozen, her entire being stunned. She was accustomed to being cold-blooded, but at this moment, she felt an uncomfortable, displeased, and exceptionally furious sensation!
Da Ku and La Koen's pupils constricted, and their faces turned somewhat pale.
"Burning your Dao Fruit? Qiu Yun! Are you insane?"
"You are actually burning your Dao Fruit for a Nascent Soul stage poison cultivator? Do you think she can change anything?"
Qiu Yun sneered, "You two peak Eighth Realm experts have been dispatched. Then she must be able to change something!"