Chapter 629 532: Rescue Ji Xichan

Ji Shenyun snorted coldly, rolling her neck with a sharp CRACK.

"It's because you give me a very bad feeling. Killing you here and now will save me the trouble of you stabbing me in the back after we enter the Abyssal Sea Palace."

"As for opening the Abyssal Sea Palace... it can still be opened even if an old fiend like you is gone."

The Red-robed Pope clenched his fists, fury flashing in his eyes.

In that instant, three pupils split apart within each of his crimson irises, and his blood-colored Pupil Power underwent another transformation.

A crimson pillar of light engulfed everything in his line of sight.

When the bloody radiance faded, Pei Yuhang was shocked to find that Ji Shenyun had vanished.

'Did something happen to that Female Demon?

No, that bloody light didn't seem to have any killing power. Besides, even if it did, Ji Shenyun might get injured, but she'd never disappear so easily.'

'The Red-robed Pope, the one who cast the spell, is gone too... Is this some kind of Barrier-type Divine Ability that affects both parties?'

Pei Yuhang breathed a sigh of relief. With both Ji Shenyun and the Red-robed Pope gone, he could smoothly rescue Ji Xichan and prevent the Abyssal Sea Palace from appearing.

"Stop him! Don't let that man get near the Abyssal Sea Palace's 'Holy Key'!"

With a low roar from the few Bishops who had survived Ji Shenyun's fists, several Dragon Corpses under their control spread their massive, bony wings and closed in.

Pei Yuhang had fought Dragon Corpses before he reached Divinity Transformation, but those had not been fully reanimated.

Later, in the Northern Desert, Pei Yuhang had witnessed a highly reanimated Dragon Corpse that could contend with the Void Refining Level Great Demon Shi Ji, even gaining the upper hand with its indestructible nature!

And now, the dozens of Dragon Corpses surrounding him had all been meticulously nurtured by the Chosen Organization. Every single one was stronger than the one from the Northern Desert!

Facing a siege from dozens of beings with the combat power of the Void Refining Peak, even Pei Yuhang found the situation troublesome.

RUMBLE—

As the giant dragons opened their maws, the heavens seemed to tear apart. Countless streams of crimson dragon breath fell like meteors, bathing the entire sea in a light that made it resemble Purgatory.

Scorching waves of fire roared and rolled, and the air warped and steamed under the intense heat, as if space itself would be torn apart by the violent power.

"Yueqiu, Junior Sister Nangong, get behind me!"

Facing an onslaught equivalent to dozens of Void Refining Peak experts, even Pei Yuhang didn't dare to be careless.

He thrust out his arms, and boundless Pure Yang True Qi erupted forth, condensing before him into a golden barrier that stretched for hundreds of feet.

The dragon breath slammed into the light screen, exploding into a shower of fiery sparks. The impact was so strong that the vitrified ground beneath his feet cracked inch by inch.

'Damn it, there are too many of them. Letting them keep blasting away like this isn't a solution. I have to find a way to kill the Bishops controlling the Dragon Corpses.'

As Pei Yuhang was contemplating, several screams, distinct from the dragons' roars, suddenly reached his ears from outside.

"Damn it, we're being attacked!"

"AGH— The great cause of our Holy Church is about to be realized! How can I fall before the dawn?!"

"For the sacred mission of our church, hold the line!"

It seemed the Bishops had run into trouble. The rain of dragon breath that had blotted out the sky suddenly ceased.

Seeing no new attacks incoming, Pei Yuhang dispersed his Protective Barrier.

He looked ahead and saw two breathtakingly beautiful figures, moving with ethereal grace, fighting the Bishops.

The woman on the left wore a simple Daoist robe, her cascading black hair tied up with a wooden pin. Her face, free of makeup, was more dazzling than the morning clouds, and she possessed an otherworldly air.

The woman on the right was devastatingly gorgeous, like an incarnation of beauty and desire itself. But the red lotuses she released with a flick of her wrist were merciless, piercing her enemy's entire body and causing him to explode into a shower of blood and gore.

"Qianqian!"

Pei Yuhang's eyes lit up as he recognized the newcomers.

The joy in his voice was utterly sincere, causing Nangong Jin beside him to look toward the beautifully transcendent Daoist Nun in the simple robes.

'Is this the woman Brother Pei mentioned before... his first love, and even his "ex-wife"?'

"Brother Pei, I'm so glad you're okay!"

Lin Qianyan turned her head, her silken hair fluttering in the wind as a smile bloomed on her face.

As her glistening eyes looked at Pei Yuhang, they seemed to hold all the tenderness in the world.

"...Ahem."

"You two, we aren't out of danger yet."

Shang Miaoyan watched Lin Qianyan and Pei Yuhang gazing lovingly into each other's eyes, coughed pointedly, and shattered the tender atmosphere of their reunion.

'What the hell? I came to save you too, you jerk, but you don't even say hi to me. All you do is stare at that country girl...'

'And yet... I was so looking forward to seeing you again.'

Sensing Shang Miaoyan's resentment and the jealousy hanging in the air, Lin Qianyan's long lashes trembled, and she forced herself to look away.

After all, Shang Miaoyan was right. They were indeed not safe yet.

With the sudden arrival of Lin Qianyan and Shang Miaoyan, the Chosen Organization's offensive instantly fell apart.

Pei Yuhang looked up and unleashed his Sword Qi, slicing through two of the Bishops and leaving only three alive.

"Tell me, what is your purpose in coming to the Abyssal Sea Palace? How can I break the control over Ji Xichan?"

"And how can these Dragon Corpses be controlled to leave? If you can see the error of your ways and make a significant contribution to this battle, your past crimes can be forgiven!"

Lin Qianyan looked down from above at the three Bishops, who were restrained by a Magical Treasure. A cold glint flashed in her glass-like eyes.

Pei Yuhang tacitly stepped forward to Lin Qianyan's side. A tide of Mahayana Stage Suppression washed over them, pressing down on the Bishops' minds and causing the rubble on the ground to tremble violently.

The three surviving Bishops from the Chosen Organization knelt with their heads bowed, remaining silent. However, the beads of sweat constantly rolling down their faces had already soaked the front of their robes.

Suddenly, a web of bloody veins appeared on one man's neck. Pei Yuhang's pupils contracted.

"Something's wrong! They're using some kind of Secret Technique!"

He jabbed his sword-fingers forward, and a thousand strands of Pure Yang Sword Silk shot out to seal their acupoints.

But he was a step too late.

"Hahaha!"

The Bishop in the center suddenly raised his head. His cloudy eyes were filled with blood vessels, and the corners of his mouth twisted into a grotesque smile.

The sound of tearing flesh mingled with his crazed laughter. "We are the Chosen! Death is not the end, but a new beginning! We will establish a true kingdom of gods!"

"As for you blasphemous dregs of the old era, you will... go, go to Hell..."

Before he could finish, black blood spurted from his seven orifices. The other two began to convulse violently at the same time, something seemingly squirming under their skin. In the blink of an eye, they had been reduced to three gruesome corpses.

"They committed suicide?"

Shang Miaoyan frowned slightly.

But in the next moment, an earthquake-like tremor made everyone sense danger.

ROAR—!!

Countless Dragon Corpses threw their heads back and roared. The waves of sound, one after another, contained a terrifying draconic might powerful enough to kill a Divinity Transformation Cultivator on the spot.

Even with the high Cultivation of the Fairies present and Pei Yuhang, they were still uncomfortable amidst the dozens of dragon roars.

"Not good, the Dragon Corpses are on a rampage!"

Pei Yuhang condensed his Pure Yang True Qi, forming two massive golden hands that scooped up the Fairies and the Saintess. He quickly flew upward to avoid being trampled in the Dragon Corpses' rampage.

Several Dragon Corpses spotted Pei Yuhang's group. Roaring, they flapped their enormous bone wings and lunged at them.

Nangong Jin and Qing Yueqiu used Sword Control to attack the Dragon Corpses, while Lin Qianyan and Shang Miaoyan activated various Magical Treasures and Magic, erecting layer after layer of barriers around the group to block the Dragon Flame.

And with a steady supply of Pure Yang True Qi from Pei Yuhang, the group had no fear of exhausting their Spiritual Qi. They unleashed their techniques without restraint, and for a short time, they actually managed to hold off the siege of dozens of Dragon Corpses.

"There are no Dragon Corpses attacking Ji Xichan's position! Let's go to her!"

Qing Yueqiu sharply spotted a gap in the Dragon Corpses' encirclement and shouted immediately.

Just as Pei Yuhang was about to protect the group and fly toward Ji Xichan...

A crimson light suddenly blotted out the sky as it rushed toward them.

"Not good!"

In his haste, Pei Yuhang channeled his vast Pure Yang True Flame, forming a spherical barrier to protect everyone.

KRAK—KRAK—CRACK!!

In the extreme cold, the scorching Pure Yang Fire was actually frozen inside a crimson iceberg.

Fortunately, everyone was inside the barrier and did not lose their ability to move from being frozen.

'Was Ji Shenyun defeated? No... I can still feel that the Tripod Slave Seal on her hasn't dispersed. She was probably too arrogant and fell for some dirty trick, getting herself trapped.'

Pei Yuhang grit his teeth, watching helplessly as the Red-robed Pope slowly emerged from the crimson light screen. He looked utterly wretched, both of his arms having been violently torn off.

But despite this, his bizarre, blood-red eyes alone were enough to suppress the entire battlefield!