At that moment, Yuan Ming was suspended upside down, unable to free himself, yet he did not panic.

With a single hand, he raised the White Bone Knife and it flashed out, attempting to sever another blood vine wrapped around his ankle. But no matter how he chopped, not even a scratch appeared on the blood vine.

He frowned and pinched a spell with one hand. A Magic Formula flashed and disappeared into the White Bone Knife, igniting pale flames on the blade once more.

The White Bone Knife moved again, leaving a streak of light, and a white fiery arc landed on the blood vine.

The originally tough blood vine turned white and rigid under the pale flames, and when slashed by the falling bone knife, it only made a crisp sound before shattering into pieces.

Yuan Ming was delighted and dealt with another blood vine in the same way. He fell from the sky, casting to stand on the water's surface, only to look up and see that Hua Zhi was struggling in a tough battle.

Hua Zhi's arms, transformed into giant swords from vines, were entangled by two blood vines. Before she could free herself, another seven or eight blood vines burst out of the water, scrambling to climb the two giant swords. Their sharp tips pierced into them, and then they began to swell and contract incessantly, seemingly sucking something.

Since the birth of Hua Zhi's spiritual sense, it had always been the one devouring others, never having been devoured in such a manner.

Feeling the loss of power inside, it was both shocked and angry. The vines that formed its body writhed, pushing out a blood-colored orb, which then was activated by casting.

The orb flew into the air, spinning, and then instantly transformed into a mist of blood. In a flash, it penetrated the blood vines wrapped around it.

Just a moment later, the blood vines entwined around the giant swords turned ash-gray, withered, and shriveled, and as Hua Zhi swung its arms, they directly turned into ashes and drifted down.

Just then, a thunderous roar erupted from the small island in the lake, shaking the entire island.

At once, the soil tore apart, and the lake water churned as a blood-colored willow tree, dozens of feet tall, burst from the ground. Countless blood vines twined around its trunk displayed faces, resembling a wild dance of snakes.

The demonic power emitted by the Blood Willow had already reached the Level 4 standard, and dark black gas like threads wrapped around its trunk, giving it a terribly ominous appearance.

The trunk of the Blood Willow trembled slightly, and a dozen blood vines split in two, dancing towards Yuan Ming and Hua Zhi.

Hua Zhi quickly swung its giant sword-like arms to block, trying to chop them down, but the vines attacking this time were faster than before. Several easily wrapped around its arms, with others aiming straight for its body.

Hua Zhi wanted to activate the Blood Pearl, but right as it raised its Mana, seven or eight blood vines wrapped around its body. The terrifying suction that emerged rapidly seized its vitality and liveliness.

On the other side, Vajra stood in front of Yuan Ming, his right arm gripping the Purple Star Nine Dragon Spear, his inner breath churning throughout his body, covering the Nine Dragons Spear Point. He then thrust out fiercely.

Dozens of thrusts in quick succession, so fast that only the wall of spear shadows could be seen, met the blood vines head-on.

With the enhancement of inner breath, the power of the Purple Star Nine Dragon Spear reached a terrifying level. Even if the Blood Willow was a Level 4 demon beast, the seven or eight blood vines it swung were still torn apart by the dense spear shadows.

Seeing its vines destroyed, the drooping branches of the Blood Willow instantly curled up, shaking like a spinning drum.

As it shook, branches released seeds encased in white shells.

The seeds did not fall to the ground but hovered in midair. Immediately after, tiny cracks appeared on their white shells, and a crimson mist burst out, soon enveloping the seeds and turning them into murky blood-colored spheres.

After forming, the spheres paused in the air for a moment, and then abruptly shot densely towards Vajra.

Seeing the Blood Willow unleashing a new move, Vajra breathed even harder, his inner breath continuously flowing into the Purple Star Nine Dragon Spear, causing it to emit a faint golden glow.

To counter the incoming blood-colored spheres, he switched from one-hand to two-hand grip on the spear, placing it horizontally in front of his chest, with the spear point angled slightly downward to the right. Simultaneously, he steadied his stance, his full strength surging into his arms, causing the veins on his arms gripping the spear shaft to bulge instantly.

With a whoosh, Vajra swept the spear toward the incoming blood-colored spheres.

Before the spear had struck, the wind had already begun to move.

The fierce resistance of the whirlwind created before the spear point made contact slowed the momentum of all the blood-colored spheres, but a few still managed to push through the wind toward the front, only to be hit squarely by the following spear point.

The sharp spear blade slashed through, instantly splitting the spheres in two.

However, the split spheres, as if receiving a signal, trembled and then unexpectedly spawned two new blood vines from within. Still in midair, with their thick, blood-like sap not yet dry, they whipped towards the wide-open Vajra.

Vajra's heart jolted, and he immediately released his left arm while pressing down his right arm, his palm tightly gripping the spear shaft and sweeping across with a backhanded strike.

The newly grown vines seemed even more fragile than before, being completely severed as the spear blade swept across them, emerging from the blood-colored orbs.

However, before the fragments of the blood-colored vines could fall, two new vines grew from the blood-colored orbs.

Moreover, when the fragments fell to the ground, the supposedly inactive vines regained vitality, burrowing into the ground as if finding their rightful place, and in moments, two fresh vines emerged from the ground.

At the same time, the blood-colored orbs that were initially hindered by the force of the spear now stopped mid-air, splitting open on their own volition and releasing blood-colored vines that surged towards Vajra like they had found prey.

Vajra once again swung the Purple Star Nine Dragons Spear, shattering the oncoming vines, but this time, the more vines he shattered, the more grew back, initially manageable, but as the spear danced, it became increasingly difficult to cope.

It was not until then that Vajra realized that what attacked him were not simply vines, but the roots of the Blood Willow—those blood-colored orbs were its seeds, which contained the roots, and whether cut or torn, as soon as they touched fertile soil, they would immediately grow new roots.

Realizing this, Vajra immediately changed tactics, still wielding the spear but trying to avoid severing the blood roots completely, thus finding himself in a deadlock without a solution at hand.

Yuan Ming observed everything that unfolded before him, already having taken out the Night Parade of Hundred Demons, releasing the Heavenly Ghost Wanderer and other ghost slaves to help alleviate some of Vajra's pressure, then he took out the Stealing Heaven Tripod and entered it while connecting with the Second Split Soul, contacting Yan Sijing in the City Lord Mansion.

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As the Blood Willow emerged, the cultivators in the City Lord Mansion also plunged into a bitter battle.

In an exceedingly vast hall, a blood-red skeleton sat cross-legged on a mat at the center.

Greenish flames flickered in the eye sockets of the skeleton, its jagged fingers forming eerie magic formulas, with eight luminous blue orbs floating in front before it, each containing a flashing rune.

The orbs were coated with a thin layer of blood mist, and from this mist, strands like veins ran, linking the eight orbs in an array.

Driven by this formation, above the blood-colored skull, the phantom of a serpentine river appeared, its waves deep red and emitting a rotten stench that pervaded the air, causing all present to retch.

Endless streaks of blood light emerged from the phantom, transforming before they hit the ground into decayed, blood-colored swords hurling towards the five Nascent Souls.

The five Nascent Souls were each wielding their skills to cope with these blood-colored swords.

Wan Qi Hong snorted coldly, his body flashed with golden light, and with a gesture of his sword finger, countless golden sword shadows densely slashed through, easily shattering the blood-colored swords coming towards him.

However, as the blood-colored swords shattered, they transformed into foul-smelling blood, and upon contact with the gold, the sword shadows hissed and wisps of white smoke arose; in a blink, the sword shadows Wan Qi Hong displayed were completely corroded by the blood, utterly vanishing into the air.

Elsewhere, Su Zimo's mind flickered, and the seven Demon Core cultivators surrounding him instantly spread out in a seemingly loose but subtly regular formation.

Once the Demon Core cultivators arranged the formation, they simultaneously formed magic hand seals and chanted in such unison they seemed as one.

In an instant, seven beams of differently colored light shot out from their mouths, hitting the blood-colored swords and displaying seven different effects, including burning, freezing, and turning into dust.

Su Zimo looked somewhat pleased with the Demon Core cultivators' maneuvers, but then, he noticed blood-colored marks crawling up the seven beams, ominously reversing flow and rapidly surging towards the Demon Core cultivators.

Shocked by this development, Su Zimo immediately raised his hand, having the Demon Core cultivators stop simultaneously, with the beams abruptly vanishing, yet the contaminated parts seemed to solidify in mid-air before reluctantly dissipating after a moment.

Not far from Su Zimo, Thunderbolt Ancestor faced a similar ordeal.

Utilizing his magic, he conjured a thundercloud in the hall, and although the lightning striking down from the cloud could shatter the blood-colored swords, it was soon contaminated by the eerie blood, turning the originally grey thundercloud that released lightning into a horrific red cloud raining blood.

Compared to them, Dugu Feng had a far worse outcome; he sacrificed a set of Black Needles, twenty-one in total. As they penetrated the blood-colored swords, they were quickly stained with red, and Dugu Feng's expression changed as he realized he had completely lost control over this Magic Treasure.

As for Golden Dawn Fairy, she wielded the Golden Scroll, and golden characters surged from it to strike the blood-colored swords, immediately shattering before being contaminated, making her the least affected among the five Nascent Souls.

After recognizing the peculiarities of the blood-colored swords, they attempted to change tactics and minimize their own damage, but before they could act, they saw further changes within the Blood River phantom.

The blood-colored swords they had shattered flew back into the Blood River, completely turning into blood and merging with the river.

Then, the restless surface of the river suddenly converged into a splash as tall as a person, and from the spray, five blood-soaked cultivator phantoms emerged, bearing an uncanny resemblance to Wan Qi Hong and the others.

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