Meanwhile—
The fight between Zhao Qing and Yun Fei had already reached its end.
Yun Fei lay on the ground. Her body was covered in wounds left by Zhao Qing's relentless thunder strikes. Her soul power was in chaos, and even trying to stand had become impossible. Faint sparks of lightning still flickered across the ground around her.
Zhao Qing slowly walked forward.
His breathing had grown heavy. Blood still flowed from the injuries left by earlier torture, and the fight had pushed his exhausted body close to its limits.
He stopped a few steps away from her. Thunder gathered slowly around his clenched fist.
Seeing the lightning gathering, Yun Fei's face finally changed.
Fear appeared in her eyes. "Zhao… Zhao Qing…" she said hurriedly, her voice trembling. "I'm… I'm Sister Yun Fei… don't.."
She tried to push herself up, panic growing in her expression.
"You loved me… you said it yourself… don't kill me…"
Her voice became more desperate. "I'll follow you… I'll serve you… I'll give you everything I have. Just spare me this once… please…"
The lightning around Zhao Qing only grew stronger.
He looked down at her silently. There was no hesitation in his eyes. No anger. No emotion at all.
The thunder suddenly condensed into a dense sphere of crackling lightning within his fist.
The next moment— Zhao Qing swung his arm.
The lightning sphere shot forward like a falling bolt.
Boom!
Thunder exploded across the battlefield.
The lightning slammed directly into Yun Fei, crushing her body into the ground. Electric sparks scattered wildly in every direction as the ground cracked beneath the impact.
When the thunder faded…
Yun Fei no longer moved.
The lightning surrounding Zhao Qing slowly dispersed.
His body swayed slightly from exhaustion, but he forced himself to remain standing.
Without looking back, Zhao Qing turned.
Not far away, Liu Ming was still fighting the remaining Soul Saint.
Zhao Qing stepped forward again. Even in his exhausted state, he rushed toward Liu Ming's battlefield to join the fight.
Liu Ming stood firmly on the battlefield, his spear flashing again and again as he fought the remaining Soul Saint.
The man was a veteran warrior of the Bloodscale Clan, his Bloodscale Centipede martial soul twisting violently behind him. Waves of poisonous aura continued to surge from his body, attempting to overwhelm Liu Ming through sheer pressure.
Liu Ming's spear moved with precision.
Every thrust was sharp and controlled, intercepting the Soul Saint's attacks while forcing him back step by step.
Yet the difference in cultivation still existed.
Even though Liu Ming was a Peak Level 69 Soul Emperor, the opponent before him was still a Soul Saint. Fighting him alone was far from easy.
The clash had already dragged on for some time.
At that moment—
A faint rumble of thunder approached from the side.
The Soul Saint's expression changed slightly. Before he could react, Zhao Qing arrived. Although exhausted, lightning still flickered faintly around his body as he stepped onto the battlefield.
Now the situation had changed completely.
Facing two Peak Soul Emperors at the same time, the Soul Saint immediately felt the pressure increase.
Zhao Qing did not waste time speaking. The moment he arrived, thunder surged once more.
He rushed forward. Lightning burst across the battlefield as Zhao Qing attacked directly from one side while Liu Ming pressed forward from the other.
Caught between them, the Soul Saint was forced into defense immediately.
Liu Ming's spear thrust forward like a silver streak, forcing the man to block. At that same instant, Zhao Qing's thunderous strike crashed down from the side.
Boom!
The combined assault shook the battlefield.
The Soul Saint staggered under the sudden pressure, his movements momentarily breaking.
Liu Ming saw the opening. His eyes flashed.
The spear in his hand shot forward like a bolt of lightning, piercing straight through the man's defense. The strike landed cleanly.
The Soul Saint's body froze for a moment before collapsing heavily onto the ground.
For a brief moment, Liu Ming and Zhao Qing stood there, breathing heavily.
After the Soul Saint fell, Zhao Qing had nothing left to give.
The torture he had suffered earlier and the battles that followed had completely exhausted him. The lightning around his body gradually faded as his strength finally gave out.
He staggered once before slowly lowering himself to the ground.
Breathing heavily, Zhao Qing leaned back against a broken rock, closing his eyes briefly as he tried to recover. Even remaining standing had become difficult now.
His battle was over.
Meanwhile, Liu Ming turned his gaze toward the center of the battlefield.
The Demon Roaring Sword clashed repeatedly against the poisonous attacks of Xu Yuan and the remaining Soul Saint. Crimson sword light cut through the battlefield while waves of blood-poison surged from the Bloodscale Centipede martial souls.
Beside Wang Yan, Chen Yu was still fighting, though the poison inside his body had already begun to weaken him.
Seeing this, Liu Ming did not hesitate.
His spear tightened in his grip.
The next moment, he dashed forward. Like a streak of silver light, Liu Ming entered the crimson battlefield and joined Wang Yan and Chen Yu.
The moment Liu Ming stepped in, the balance of the battlefield shifted completely.
The crimson aura of the domain spread across the area like a suffocating tide, pressing down on everything within it. The air itself seemed heavy with killing intent.
Chen Yu and Liu Ming moved at almost the same time.
The Wind Wolf surged forward in a violent burst of wind while Liu Ming's spear shot out like a streak of silver lightning. The attacks struck from two directions simultaneously, forcing the remaining Soul Saint to immediately shift his focus toward them.
The massive Bloodscale Centipede martial soul behind the man roared angrily as poisonous energy surged outward.
But within the Slaughter Sword Domain, even that terrifying poison felt sluggish and restrained.
Chen Yu's wind tore through the poisonous mist while Liu Ming's spear continuously forced the Soul Saint back, locking him firmly in battle.
With the enemy restrained— Wang Yan stepped forward.
His gaze was fixed entirely on Xu Yuan.
Behind the Patriarch, the enormous Bloodscale Centipede twisted violently, its crimson scales reflecting a sinister glow. Poisonous aura surged like waves as Xu Yuan released his full power.
But the moment Wang Yan advanced, the pressure of the domain intensified.
The Demon Roaring Sword emitted a deep metallic hum, as if the weapon itself was eager for slaughter.
Xu Yuan struck first.
His centipede martial soul lunged forward, releasing a surge of corrosive poison that swept toward Wang Yan like a crimson storm.
Wang Yan answered with a single swing of his sword. The crimson sword tore through the poisonous wave as if cutting open the air itself.
Boom!
The two forces collided violently.
Shockwaves spread across the battlefield, scattering dust and shattered stone.
Xu Yuan's eyes narrowed.
He immediately launched another attack, poisonous aura erupting around him in violent bursts.
But Wang Yan did not retreat. Step by step, he pressed forward.
Every movement of the Demon Roaring Sword carried the crushing suppression of the Slaughter Sword Domain.
Each clash forced Xu Yuan further back.
The Patriarch tried to counterattack again and again, but every time the sword descended, the pressure grew heavier.
The crimson aura of the domain seemed to tighten around him like chains.
End of chapter.