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Bang!

The bear paw struck a thick column behind Lu Qingshan, instantly severing the two-person girth beam and scattering wood chips everywhere.

This enormous demon bear.

Lu Qingshan inwardly groaned.

His injuries were severe. Using the Flying Sword to its full extent would only worsen them. Yet, the demon bear\'s robust body meant that holding back would fail to penetrate its defenses.

For the moment, he was entangled by the demon bear and unable to break free.

"King Rat of the West, why don\'t you show some of your famous skills?" Lu Qingshan, somewhat annoyed, shouted at King Rat of the West, who stood aloof to the side.

"Damn it, it\'s probably because it has no brain. My Illusion Technique has no effect on this creature," King Rat of the West complained with a look of grievances. "My signature skill is this Illusion Technique. I haven\'t learned any other Divine Skills."

King Rat of the West really was unreliable.

Lu Qingshan couldn\'t help complaining in his heart.

Whoosh!

The commotion in the Blood Qi River above the sky grew louder, with the sound of surging Blood Qi continuously coming through.

There wasn\'t much time left!

Lu Qingshan gritted his teeth and decided to deal with the demon bear quickly, even at the cost of aggravating his injuries.

Crack!

Just as Lu Qingshan was about to make his move, a whistling bang sounded, and a streak of blue light flashed, charging towards the demon bear.

In the blink of an eye, where the chest of the previously arrogant demon bear used to be, there was now a fist-sized hole from which blood spurted. Weakened by the strike, the demon bear fell backward powerless.

"To be put in such a sorry state by a demon beast? That doesn\'t seem like something that would happen to you, Lu Qingshan," a young woman, riding on her sword in midair, said with a cold face and slightly curved lips, displaying a faintly discernible mocking smile.

The Spirit Hidden Sword that had just turned into a blue streak to kill the demon bear swiftly flashed back and joyously circled around her.

"Is the Tower Master also drawn here by the changes in the Blood Qi River?" Lu Qingshan pulled at the corner of his mouth and asked the young woman softly.

Dantai Qingrun nodded, her expression becoming more serious and with a hint of inquiry, "This situation doesn\'t look very good, does it?"

Cough, cough, cough!

Lu Qingshan felt a sweetness in his throat and coughed twice, a trace of blood seeping from the corner of his mouth.

This was due to the revival of old wounds suppressed by the Pill as he made his way towards the source of the Blood Qi amid multiple battles and exertions of his Spiritual Power.

Dantai Qingrun frowned, "How did you get such severe injuries?"

Lu Qingshan waved his hand, "Let\'s not talk about that now. Are you heading to the source of the Blood Qi, Tower Master?

I might be useful. Take me with you to have a look at the situation."

Dantai Qingrun paused, thought for a moment, and then said, "Get on."

With Dantai Qingrun\'s consent, Lu Qingshan, without any hesitation, leapt up and stood on the Qiuhong Sword, just behind Dantai Qingrun.

Seeing that Lu Qingshan was steady, Dantai Qingrun did not bother with idle chatter. Her Spiritual Power stirred, and the sword turned into a cold light, whizzing towards the source of the Blood Qi with Lu Qingshan.

The fierce momentum made the many demonic birds hovering in the sky recoil in fear.

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The Blood Qi River that engulfed the entirety of Zhenjiang City had gradually shrunk in size, condensing from a vast, sprawling blood river into the size of a Blood Pool, while simultaneously, its concentration had grown richer.

Within the dense blood mist, several traces of water vapor faintly appeared.

Drip.

A sound, which should have been barely audible, eerily spread throughout the entire city.

Within the dense blood qi, the first droplet of liquid Blood Bead finally formed.

Like the first drop of spring rain, following this dripping sound, the rustle of something beginning started intermittently.

Having once again activated the Yuanming Mountain Magic Artifact to slam against the protective dark light of Asura, yet turning out futile, Lin Lang watched the gradually liquefying blood qi in the sky, a flash of clarity appearing in his eyes.

At this moment, he had finally understood the purpose behind the Netherworld\'s scheme.

"I want to see if this Blood River can stop me!"

Lin Lang roared, the Yuanming Mountain Magic Artifact surged in size, transforming into a Giant Mountain that blotted out the Sun. Threads of lightning fell from it, their fierce might shaking the surrounding lands.

With a thunderous boom, the Yuanming Mountain, like the Thunder God making a strike, rapidly traversed directly toward the center of the Blood River where the Blood Bead was forming.

Bang!

At the moment of collision, the Blood River shot out countless scarlet beams of light, the Yuanming Mountain Magic Artifact was immediately catapulted backward, the surrounding lightning turning into light smoke and quickly dispersing.

"Heh heh heh, after so many years of planning, did you really think I\'d leave such a laughable flaw?" Asura scoffed ceaselessly at Lin Lang\'s attempts.

Throughout the numerous trials by Lin Lang and Chu He, Asura constantly exhibited a demeanor as stable as Mount Tai.

The Blood Pool, suspended in the sky, took shape gradually, forming a terrifying vortex that spun rapidly, and alongside it, a strange fragrance began to drift throughout Zhenjiang City.

Under the influence of this strange fragrance, the demonic beasts in Zhenjiang City became even more frenzied.

Whoosh!

Under the leadership of Dantai Qingrun, Lu Qingshan, who had just arrived at this turbulent scene with unimaginable speed, personally witnessed the scene of Lin Lang\'s Magic Artifact being thrown back.

"Qi Guardian..." Seeing Lin Lang\'s efforts come to naught, Chu He gasped for breath, not paying attention to Dantai Qingrun\'s arrival but instead looked toward Qi Yuan with a hint of pleading in his eyes.

Qi Yuan, however, shook his head slightly at Chu He and sighed, showing his helplessness. "This time, we\'ve lost completely..."

Hearing Qi Yuan say this, the glimmer in everyone\'s eyes dimmed, overwhelmed by despair.

However, contrary to everyone else\'s despair, Lu Qingshan\'s eyes flickered persistently, quickly contemplating something.

Of all the people present, aside from Asura, only he knew a fact:

According to the original historical course, the Corpse Puppet Chaos by the Netherworld was not supposed to be triggered until the end of the year.

The reason for waiting until the end of the year wasn\'t to choose an auspicious day; there was only one reason—only by the end of the year had the Netherworld prepared everything needed to trigger the Corpse Puppets\' uprising and the reincarnation of the demon child.

Now, the Corpse Puppet Chaos had been moved up by three months.

This revealed a piece of information.

In this hastily initiated Corpse Puppet Chaos, there must be some aspects that the Netherworld still needed time to prepare, yet due to the early initiation, there were still some minor oversights.

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Lu Qingshan was frantic, rapidly searching his mind for all the information he knew regarding the plot of the Corpse Puppet Chaos.

But this plot was too long ago.

Moreover, he never imagined that he would experience this plotline again, so he hadn\'t paid too much attention to it.

This resulted in even his familiarity with the plot; recalling this first main plotline at this time, many of the nodes were vague, and he couldn\'t recall any details.