Devour

Chapter 424: The Patriarch Appears

"Oh no! The noise was too loud and attracted the special attention of this demon. I have no choice but to fight to the death." Master Li secretly cried out that the situation was not good. He gritted his teeth and made hand gestures, intending to use the secret technique of "Go All in" to forcibly elevate his realm beyond the limit to compete with him.

Cheng Bai knew that this was too much of a stretch, so he quickly tried to dissuade him, saying, "Master, you've just recovered from your injuries, so you shouldn't overexert yourself. Let me lend you a hand."

At this moment, the Dionysus Gourd burst out with golden light, revealing a mysterious aura, and had completed a new transformation in the Shengjin Tower.

"Qingcheng, go and transform this incoming blood-corroded mist into wine." At Cheng Bai's call, the magic weapon appeared, soaring to the rooftop like lightning and passing through the cracks in the formation. The gourd's mouth shone with auspicious light, and the blood mist that rolled along its path was completely absorbed into it.

In tandem with Master Li's free-spirited sword technique, the Dionysus Gourd soared through the air with unparalleled power, nimbly dancing between the gaps in the sword's defenses, snatching away the blood-mist arms one after another. Amidst the radiant golden light, a subtle aroma of wine emanated.

With the help of a magic weapon, Master Li's pressure was suddenly reduced. He could urge his sword energy to move freely and smoothly, and deal with the battle with ease.

"What a treasure the White Emperor Saint has made!"

Master Li was delighted and praised the situation. He quickly pointed out the sword techniques one after another and carefully arranged the sword force to interweave the defense. Together with the Dionysus Gourd, one was responsible for defense and the other was responsible for collection, they protected Jing'ao Island as it sailed southward.

Cheng Bai controlled the Dionysus Gourd, feeling his thoughts flow with unwavering energy. The gourd seethed and seethed with energy, its essence flowing thick and viscous like honey, and the wine accumulated ever more.

"The Dionysus Gourd has been upgraded to a premium Horcrux. Fusion with the Rakshasa Ghost Bone has made it far more powerful than its peers, especially effective against blood mist." Cheng Bai pondered, feeling ecstatic. "This mist is truly extraordinary, transformed from countless sea creatures. Obtaining this fine wine will help my gluttonous body devour everything in heaven and earth. It's truly a rare opportunity!"

The remaining corpse of the Rakshasa Ghost Saint was restricted by numerous obstacles, hindering pursuit. Its ten skulls gazed southward, howling in the air. However, due to the Dionysus Gourd's integration into its own phalanx, the two possessed a mutually reinforcing and counteracting nature, leaving it powerless to do anything about the magical weapon.

No matter how the blood mist roared and swirled, it could never break through the double defense line of sword light and Dionysus gourd.

Time flew by, and before he knew it, it was almost 3 p.m. The blood mist was slowly fading as expected.

The Rakshasa Ghost Saint refused to give in. His howls to the heavens pierced the clouds, his ten massive mouths greedily sucking in more blood and energy. The fog thinned even further, and the faint shadow of the setting sun could be seen.

The vast skeleton of the demonic body crackled and swayed slowly and laboriously. As if satisfying certain conditions, it was actually willing to run on the waves, chasing Jingao Island.

Cheng Bai immediately became alert to the change, his heart trembling with fear: "If the Rakshasa Ghost Saint chases us, the situation will be much more troublesome than just using the blood mist to attack. This demon king is doing it himself, and we have no way to resist!"

The spirit of the Dionysus Gourd quietly warned, "Master, I'm almost at my limit."

Cheng Bai's mind was flowing, and he decisively told Qingcheng: "Prepare to escape..."

Master Li felt the pressure mounting as he wielded his sword. Cold sweat streamed down his forehead, and his face turned livid as he shouted, "This demon is terrifying. If we kill him, it'll be a horrific fight! Why hasn't it been three o'clock yet?"

Jiuying pouted at Wang Hong and asked casually, "Do you have a 12-hour clock?"

Wang Hongru grasped at straws and turned to Wang Mingsheng, urging him, "You have a lot of timing magic weapons, take them out quickly!"

Wang Mingsheng frantically dug out a celestial globe from the Sumeru mustard seed and quickly calculated the exact time. He raised his head and replied in a trembling voice, "It's the afternoon... still... still ten breaths!"

Wang Hong was extremely anxious and ordered, "You count down! Ten breaths are a matter of life and death. If you can hold on, you will be safe!"

Wang Mingsheng stared at the armillary sphere with wide eyes, muttering in a trembling voice: "...nine...eight...seven..."

With every count, everyone's nerves became more tense.

Amid the suffocating countdown, the Rakshasa Ghost Saint finally took a big step forward, and with a stretch of his long skeleton legs he could span a thousand miles.

To it, this was just a slight and careless movement, but in the eyes of the people on Jingao Island who were on high alert, every step was like a death warrant.

Jiuying faced Cheng Bai and Master Li and said in a dark voice, "Let me be frank. When disaster strikes, everyone flees. I will leave first. Please don't stay here."

With those words, Jiuying's massive body shot out of Zhenhai Pavilion like a cannonball. He flew at incredible speed, heading south, smashing through the formation barrier and passing through the sword-light defenses outside the island. In the blink of an eye, he disappeared without a trace.

Cheng Bai knew that Jiuying's warning was well-intentioned, so he pondered a strategy for dealing with the danger. "How about I take Jingao Island into the Life Temple for temporary refuge, and then use the immortal artifact to escape as quickly as possible? It's a pity that the people around Great Saint Wang are all snobs. It's really not worth exposing my family's strength to them."

Wang Mingsheng was still concentrating on counting down, shouting almost at the top of his lungs: "...six...five...four..."

The Rakshasa Ghost Saint took another trembling step, but this time he was obviously much faster, crossing a full two thousand miles in one step. His magnificent body was stiff and strange in the blood mist, and the friction between his joints was like thunder.

"Qingcheng, come back!" Cheng Bai waved his hand to retrieve the Bacchus Gourd that was cruising outside the island, and quickly raised the Shengjin Pagoda to hang high above his head to protect his body, and lowered down invisible barriers.

Wang Mingsheng closed his eyes tightly and muttered to himself: "...three...two...one..."

Wang Hong's consciousness could clearly see the undulating crimson veins on the Demon King's skeleton. The terrifying pressure frightened him so much that he trembled all over. He said dazedly, "Ancestors of all generations, please come and save me..."

"It's the afternoon!" Bei Tingjun shouted in a serious voice, snuggling up to Cheng Bai, grabbing one of his hands, ready to escape the threat with the magic weapon at any time.

Master Li thought that he was no match for the enemy, so he restrained his sword energy and stopped resisting the blood mist. His mind raced as he made a decision and he was about to slip away.

The Rakshasa Ghost Saint raised his thick bony legs and was about to trample on Jingao Island, which was busy escaping more than a thousand miles away, but his body suddenly froze as if time had stopped.

The huge and ferocious bone foot was suspended in the air. Even though it was far away, the strong wind it brought with it instantly tore the Thousand Machine Illusion Formation protecting the island into pieces.

The elders within Jinglong Hall were swept away by the powerful aftermath, each spitting blood and falling to the ground. Nearly half of the ordinary disciples at the foot of the mountain, before they could even utter a single cry, were transformed into a bloody mist.

The whole world suddenly fell into silence, the blood-red whirlwind roaring on the sea died down, and the misty blood fog swirling in the sky disappeared.

Everything is stagnant, only thoughts are still flowing!

In the utter silence, a golden hand, over ten thousand miles long, suddenly appeared behind the Rakshasa Ghost Saint, towering over the heavens. Every line of its palm contained supreme principles, emanating an inexplicable sacred majesty.

The giant palm covered the sky and the sun, shrouding the demon's body which was as small as an ant in comparison. It brushed past as gently as brushing away a humble speck of dust, and time and space were annihilated.

"Huh?" Cheng Bai was extremely shocked. In a trance, he felt that what he saw was beyond his comprehension.

It was as if the world had reopened and the North Sea had returned to its former clarity.

The sky is vast and boundless, and its azure color is pure and peaceful, like a gorgeous painting with ingenuity.

The sunlight is soft and bright, gently covering the world with a layer of elegant golden halo. The peaceful and beautiful scenery is refreshing.

The sea is rippling with blue waves, bathed in clarity and warmth, and the sparkling waves are like countless pearls shining brightly.

Only the faint smell of blood that had not yet completely dissipated in the air and the devastated scene on Jingao Island told the truth and misery of the blood crisis just now.

Beitingjun blinked in astonishment and exclaimed in a low voice: "Why does it seem like a dream?"

"Haha!" Cheng Bai shook the gourd full of fine wine in his hand and said happily, "This is definitely not a dream! The combination of the fine wine in stock and the help of the blood mist has made this wine even better. I should change the name to 'Ice Flame Sea God Wine'."

Wang Hong collapsed to the ground like a pile of mud, his body covered in cold sweat, his lips trembling, no longer the image of a master, and only uttered incoherently: "Thank you... Thank you, Master, for appearing and saving my life..."

Master Li frowned slightly, stroked his beard, and said thoughtfully, "Just a moment ago, who was it that subdued the Demon King?"

Cheng Bai turned his head and looked towards the south, musing, "The Great Nine Infants Immortal is most likely aware of the situation. He also said before that the cause of the blood erosion can't be entirely attributed to the Rakshasa Ghost Saint. Next time we meet, I'll definitely ask him for clarification."

Master Li nodded slightly and sighed solemnly, "Now that the affairs of Jingtao Sect have been concluded, it's time for us to set off for Taowu Academy in Donghua Shangzhou. The Immortal Fate Elegant Gathering is about to begin!"