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At the same time, a brilliant light erupted in front of Ruan Jingtian, revealing a Golden Shield that instantly expanded to over ten feet, protecting him from behind. In front of the Golden Shield, two other magical artifacts emitted dazzling brilliance. One resembled a Bowl, fiery red like flames. The other was a long-handled Three-Blade Monster Knife, sharp beyond measure.
Qiu Chengyu felt a wave of bitterness rise in his heart. The performance of these two was far from that of a Loose Cultivator. Even among cultivation families, such extravagance was unheard of. He had completely given up on the idea of taking an item from the Ancient Cultivation Cave.
However, this was not the time to dwell on such matters; survival was the immediate priority. Xunuo's Armor Artifact looked incredibly reliable, exuding a terrifying Killing Intent. But this artifact could only protect its master; others could not benefit from its power.
Qiu Chengyu immediately focused his gaze on Ruan Jingtian. He saw Master Wu Fa already hiding behind the Golden Shield, still uneasy as he infused several defensive Talismans into his body.
Qiu Chengyu cursed under his breath: "Cowardly bald donkey." He hurriedly leaped to hide behind the Golden Shield as well. Seeing this, the others followed suit and scrambled behind the Golden Shield.
In an instant, only Xunuo remained, facing the Purple Corpse alone. Xunuo felt despair and could only channel his magical energy to activate the Armor Artifact's defense to its utmost limit.
Ruan Jingtian did not reject the cultivators hiding behind him. Instead, he coldly snorted and said, "You all transfer your magical energy to me so we can resist this formidable enemy together."
Qiu Chengyu and the others understood that the Purple Corpse's power was equivalent to that of a Foundation Stage Cultivator. Its physical strength could withstand magical artifacts. They had no means to confront it directly. Although transferring their magical energy to Tu Gang would diminish their own chances of escape, without the protection of the Golden Shield Artifact, they would likely perish instantly. Thus, they had no choice but to place one hand on each other's shoulders and infuse their magical energy into Ruan Jingtian.
With this massive influx of magical energy, Ruan Jingtian pointed at the Bowl-shaped artifact in front of him. The Bowl immediately flashed with red light, expanding to the size of a water tank and flipping over to aim at the Purple Corpse. In the next moment, a torrent of scorching hot energy surged forth, rushing toward the Purple Corpse.
The Purple Corpse seemed to sense impending danger and vanished in a flash. The next moment, a purple hand emerged from the disturbance in front of Xunuo. Anticipating this, Xunuo met it with his Crimson Flying Sword. The large hand was repelled with a slash, dripping several drops of purple blood. However, another purple hand seized the opportunity and lunged at Xunuo. With a piercing sound like metal scraping against metal, Xunuo was knocked back several yards. Five white claw marks appeared prominently on his chestplate.
Xunuo looked at the Purple Corpse with lingering fear and dared not let it approach again. He raised his hand and pointed at the Crimson Flying Sword, which ignited with crimson flames. It transformed into a Fire Sword over ten feet long and slashed toward the Purple Corpse.
The Purple Corpse had suffered a minor setback under the Crimson Flying Sword moments ago but showed no signs of retreating; its purple hand reached out to grasp the Flying Sword. Without hesitation, the Crimson Flying Sword was caught in its grip. Though held by the Purple Corpse, it remained undamaged; instead, black smoke billowed from the purple hand, emitting a burnt odor.
The Purple Corpse opened its mouth wide with fierce intent and unleashed a surge of black mist directly onto the Crimson Flying Sword. Instantly, its brilliance dimmed significantly and shrank to just over a foot long.
Xunuo felt great distress as he urged his magical energy to retrieve the Crimson Flying Sword. This Fire Attribute Flying Sword was unique to him; when fully utilized, it surpassed even the Heavenly Shadow Spike in power. However, while multiple Heavenly Shadow Spikes could be activated simultaneously with relatively less magical energy consumption, each had its strengths.
Xunuo exerted all his effort to control the Crimson Flying Sword. Yet in the grip of the Purple Corpse, it twisted and struggled but could not break free.
At that moment, despite not hitting the Purple Corpse directly, the scorching torrent from the Crimson Bowl swept through the entire stone chamber, purging all Yin Qi within it before turning back toward the Purple Corpse.
The seething torrent of heat clearly posed a threat to the Purple Corpse. With a furious roar, it expelled an even denser cloud of black mist and charged at the fiery wave. In an instant, the black and red currents clashed, producing a series of thunderous booms.
Ruan Jingtian did not relent; he struck again with the Three-Blade Monster Knife. The knife flashed with golden light as it slashed across the Purple Corpse. Instantly, three deep gashes appeared on its chest, exposing bone. Such injuries would incapacitate an ordinary Cultivator, but the Purple Corpse merely staggered for a moment before turning its gaze back to Ruan Jingtian.
This creature lacked Intelligence and quickly abandoned Xunuo. It let out a deafening roar directed at Ruan Jingtian and his companions. The purple figure swayed and transformed into a shadow that crashed against the Golden Shield. Ruan Jingtian pressed his palms firmly against the Golden Shield Artifact, his long hair whipping wildly in an unseen wind, revealing a face even more terrifying than that of the Purple Corpse.
The Purple Corpse's attack failed to shatter the Golden Shield Artifact, making it even more enraged. It clenched its fists and began to pummel the Golden Shield relentlessly. Ruan Jingtian gritted his teeth and summoned the Crimson Bowl, bringing it down upon the Purple Corpse's head. The Purple Corpse, seemingly dazed, was caught off guard and was instantly engulfed by the Crimson Bowl.
When Qiu Chengyu and the others witnessed the first punch land on the Golden Shield Artifact, they were already sent reeling back, spitting blood and collapsing to the ground.
At that moment, Ruan Jingtian shouted, "Quickly channel your mana to me; help me refine this beast!"
Qiu Chengyu and the others scrambled to gather around Ruan Jingtian, pouring their remaining mana into him without hesitation.
The Crimson Bowl began to spin wildly, emanating an overwhelming heatwave. The temperature inside the Bowl became unimaginable. The Purple Corpse seemed unwilling to remain trapped within; it roared from inside and struck against the Bowl with booming sounds.
Xunuo did not join in channeling excessive mana but instead tapped her storage bag to summon Five Shadow Needles and a Golden Flying Sword. Normally, using both Five Shadow Needles and a Flying Sword simultaneously would be taxing for Xunuo given her mana reserves. However, in this dire situation where survival was at stake, she could not afford to hold back; she had to go all out.
The Five Shadow Needles spun rapidly with Azure Radiance while the Golden Flying Sword grew larger without end.
The banging from within the Crimson Bowl intensified, yet its spinning slowed down. Ruan Jingtian shouted in desperation, "Increase your power!" but received no response.
Turning around, he saw that Qiu Chengyu and the others had already collapsed, blood spilling from their mouths as they lay motionless on the ground. Ruan Jingtian thought grimly: it's over.
Then came a tremendous explosion as the golden Bowl shattered into countless fragments that scattered in all directions. The torrent of heat surged forth wildly. Amidst this chaos emerged a bloodied figure—the unrefined Purple Corpse.
However, at this moment, the Purple Corpse's aura was extremely unstable; it was clear that its vitality had been severely depleted and it was destined to fall a Realm.
After breaking free from the Crimson Bowl's confines, the first thing the Purple Corpse did was charge straight at the Golden Shield Artifact. Its hatred for Ruan Jingtian was palpable as it exhibited reckless abandon.
Despite its diminished power, Ruan Jingtian found himself without support from his fellow cultivators. When struck by the Purple Corpse, he immediately spat blood from his mouth as the Golden Shield Artifact dimmed dangerously under the assault.
The Purple Corpse staggered back a few steps under the recoil, but it showed no signs of fear. With a loud roar, it swung its fists and charged again at the Golden Shield Artifact.
At that moment, the Five Shadow Needles appeared before the Purple Corpse without warning. They pierced through its body in an instant. Even someone as formidable as the Purple Corpse could not withstand the chaotic assault of the Five Shadow Needles within its body. It stumbled, its bloodied form swaying unsteadily.
Suddenly, the Purple Corpse steadied itself. Raising its fists, which were as large as cooking pots, it slammed them against its chest. With a dull thud, the Heavenly Shadow Spike inside the Purple Corpse lost control. Following that, the Purple Corpse pounded its chest repeatedly with its fists. The Heavenly Shadow Spike trembled violently within it, and the traces of Xunuo's Blood Sacrifice began to loosen. It seemed as if control of the Heavenly Shadow Spike was about to change hands.
The artifact that had been affected by Blood Sacrifice had its imprint forcibly erased, causing a backlash against its original master. In an instant, Xunuo turned pale and spat out several mouthfuls of blood. Desperately, he urged the Heavenly Shadow Spike, competing with the Purple Corpse for control over it.
However, at that moment, the disparity in their realms became evident. Even when Xunuo pushed his magical power to its limits, he could not sense the Heavenly Shadow Spike at all. Instead, with each thunderous punch from the Purple Corpse, the traces of Blood Sacrifice grew dimmer.
Meanwhile, Ruan Jingtian finally found an opportunity to strike. As the Purple Corpse and Xunuo were locked in a struggle for control over the Heavenly Shadow Spike, he raised his Three-Blade Monster Knife and struck down at the Purple Corpse. With a splat, the Purple Corpse fell to its knees, having lost a significant portion of its head. This blow did not take its life but inflicted severe injury, leaving it unable to stand.
Xunuo immediately sensed that the pressure on the Heavenly Shadow Spike had eased. Eagerly channeling his magic, he pulled back the Heavenly Shadow Spike.
The Purple Corpse turned its half-head around, fixing its one gray-white eye on Ruan Jingtian. Suddenly, it stood up and shifted its focus entirely onto Ruan Jingtian. Although Xunuo had retrieved the Heavenly Shadow Spike and saw that the Purple Corpse was approaching Ruan Jingtian, it lacked its initial vigor and seemed somewhat unsteady on its feet. Xunuo quickly realized that this creature was at its last gasp and that Ruan Jingtian's earlier strike had dealt a fatal blow.
Xunuo pointed at his Golden Giant Sword, which had grown to a length of fifteen feet. He uttered a single word: "Slash."
A flash of golden light shot through the air as half of the massive head soared upward, splattering purple blood everywhere. The headless purple body collapsed with a thud and lay still after twitching for a moment. Ruan Jingtian urged his Three-Blade Monster Knife to smash the Purple Corpse's head into pieces before finally sitting down on the ground to recover his magical power.
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