C447 Faction

The Fallen Star Eyes abruptly ceased their flight.

Lau Ying, previously indolent due to the Chaos Roc seizing control, had her expression dramatically shift in an instant.

Kong Banbi, Du Huang, Su Yan, and the rest cast peculiar glances forward.

Shards of prismatic light burst forth from the sea!

They witnessed the fragmented Rosy Jenny, held aloft by Lu Baichan of the Profound Sky Sect, as streams of vibrant clouds continuously infused the gem.

Yet, the gem persisted in breaking apart, unstoppable in its destruction.

Blood seeped from the submerged garments of Lu Baichan, staining the surrounding waters crimson.

"Whoosh!"

A cadaver from the Profound Sky Sect, previously adrift in the ocean, was suddenly yanked backward at great speed.

A gleaming silver flying shuttle zipped through.

The body of the sect's practitioner, once perforated by the shuttle, saw its lingering spiritual essence and residual soul vanish without a trace.

The lustrous flying shuttle, with its jade-like whiteness and pungent scent of blood, darted about like a bolt of lightning.

"Boom!"

Tang Cann of the Primordial Yang Sect found himself encircled by orbs of light under assault from an array of bottles and jars.

At the ocean floor, Tang Cann resembled a deity of flame, the deep red fire within him so fierce that not even the sea could quench it.

His body glowed a fiery red as he fiercely faced the dual onslaught from Hou Tianzhao and Chi Yin.

Hou Tianzhao, with a grimace, brandished a luminous treasure fan, so vast it demanded both his hands to sway.

The fan, with a bone-white base and veins of crimson iron, bore images of molten lava rivers.

Each time the plump Hou Tianzhao fanned, the painted lava rivers seemed to surge and boil with increased fervor.

Meanwhile, the fiery orbs encircling Tang Cann visibly diminished.

The flames they emitted appeared to be drawn into the treasure fan with each of Hou Tianzhao's strokes, merging into the depicted lava rivers.

Chi Yin of the Filthy Spirit Sect let out a sly chuckle, her assortment of clinking bottles and jars adorning her.

Numerous vessels launched from her person, striking Tang Cann's surrounding orbs like a barrage of rocks.

From these containers burst clouds of multicolored smoke and dust, which sparkled like minuscule stars beneath the sea's surface, casting a radiant glow.

Tang Can's spiritual sense had become sluggish, unable to permeate outward.

Whenever he released his spiritual sense, forged with his spiritual power, it would scream in agony upon contact with the luminous dust, causing him to grimace and cry out in pain.

With Hou Tianzhao and Chi Yin working together, this esteemed disciple of the Primordial Yang Sect was visibly struggling.

Meanwhile, a young man from the Devil Palace, at the late Profound Break Stage, stood casually with his hands behind his back.

He watched with an amused smile as he observed the Rosy Jenny and Lu Baichan.

A massive Devil Blade with jagged edges, heavy as a mountain, was at his command, cleaving through the air towards the Rosy Jenny.

Each slash of the Devil Blade caused the Rosy Jenny to burst into fragments, scattering its rosy light.

Lu Baichan was utterly drained, expending all his energy just to control the Rosy Jenny, leaving him no capacity to contend with the young man.

Chi Nandou, wielding the Bone Devouring Shuttle, relentlessly harvested lives.

The Cloud Water Sect disciples, who had accepted Lu Baichan's invitation to leave the Fallen Star Eyes and enter the Rosy Jenny, were nearly all wiped out.

Only Luo Yiyi, the group's leader, managed to hold her ground against the relentless assault of Lin Yue from the Blood God Cult.

"Swish!"

Periodically, a beam of blood-red light, sharp as a rapier, would pierce through Luo Yiyi's back, waist, and legs.

The bloody light left her once graceful figure withered and hollowed, as if the very essence of her flesh and blood had been drained, rendering her appearance grotesque.

Luo Yiyi's movements were severely hampered by her body's imbalance, particularly under the sea's pressure.

Were it not for her Cloud Water Sect heritage and the abundant sea water spiritual energy she could manipulate with her spiritual spell, forming protective light shields repeatedly, she surely would have perished long ago.

Lin Yue was in no rush, methodically tormenting her, biding his time as if waiting for the others to perish before dealing with Luo Yiyi.

"Profound, the Profound Rosy Jenny!"

A member of the Sword Sect finally broke down, screaming out loud.

Su Yan murmured to herself, her throat dry as she swallowed hard, her lips parched, "Why? Why have they turned on each other?"

Du Huang of the Ancient Desolate Sect grew somber and fell into silence.

"This isn't a battle; it's a slaughter," he said grimly.

Lau Ying inhaled sharply, her gaze fixed on the corpses bobbing in the sea, each one pierced by the Bone Devouring Shuttle. "The force from the Quietus Continent is overwhelmingly stronger than the other," she observed.

"I don't understand!" Su Yan exclaimed in frustration.

The Profound Sky Sect, Primordial Yang Sect, and Cloud Water Sect were all practitioners from the Heavenly Source Continent. Their massacre signified a dire threat.

Were they themselves not next in line to be targeted?

"The Bone Devouring Shuttle requires the essence of flesh, blood, and souls to be activated, releasing its true ferocity," Kong Banbi interjected. "Combined with the glass bottle, its power could penetrate the deep blue veil. Meanwhile, the Profound Sky Sect's Rosy Jenny is adept at defense, serving only to aid Lu Baichan in accumulating spiritual energy for cultivation."

Kong Banbi, who enjoyed poring over texts in the Ancient Scroll Pavilion, had come across details of the Bone Devouring Shuttle, which is why he grasped its intricacies.

Du Huang took a deep breath and asked abruptly, "What's our next move?"

His eyes sought Kong Banbi's guidance.

The Sword Sect, like the Profound Sky Sect and the Primordial Yang Sect, was one of the three great upper sects. The Ancient Desolate Sect, Silver Moon Sect, and Su Yan's Taiyuan Sect were among the seven subordinate lower sects.

They were supposed to be united against a common foe, fighting shoulder to shoulder.

Yet now, the Devil Dao Evil Sect from the Quietus Continent, with the young leader from the Devil Palace at its helm, had initiated hostilities against the Profound Sky Sect, Primordial Yang Sect, Cold Yin Sect, and Cloud Water Sect.

Qi Nandou and his cohorts, in their quest to unleash the full might of the Bone Devouring Shuttle, had thrown caution to the wind.

After those people perished, would they be next?

They had to consider their own survival, not just Lu Baichan's.

"You wield the Fallen Star Eyes. What do you propose we do?" Kong Banbi, equally troubled, was unable to reach a swift decision and turned to Lau Ying for her counsel.

Lau Ying's voice was tinged with urgency, "I've lost control of the Fallen Star Eyes!"

In a flash, all eyes were drawn to the Chaos Roc.

Suspended in midair, the Chaos Roc seemed to freeze, merely observing the combatants.

Near the glass bottle, Yan Lu of the Devil Palace caught Lau Ying and Su Yan's attention with a series of meaningful glances, urging them to quickly take command of the Fallen Star Eyes and make their escape.

Lau Ying caught his signals but felt helpless. She explained, "If I just let the Fallen Star Eyes flee without a second thought, the glass bottle won't stand a chance of keeping up."

"Senior, senior?" Du Huang of the Ancient Desolate Sect stood before the Chaos Roc, "As a venerable member of the Demon Race, shouldn't you intervene in their reckless actions?"

The Chaos Roc remained stoically unmoved.

"Mo Yan?" Chi Nandou of the Fiend Sect reached out telepathically to the young man from the Devil Palace, "The Fallen Star Eyes has arrived. Do we take action?"

Mo Yan, who was simultaneously wielding the Devil Blade and monitoring the Fallen Star Eyes, paused briefly before shaking his head, "Let's not provoke them."

"What about that odd fish?" inquired Chi Nandou.

Mo Yan nodded, "As long as it's with the Fallen Star Eyes, we'd best not stir trouble."

"Got it," Chi Nandou replied, taking heed.

The Chaos Roc's gaze, previously fixed ahead, brightened as both of its mismatched eyes sparked to life.

To the onlookers' surprise, the peculiar fish abruptly shifted its gaze to something behind them.

"Yu Yuan!"

Lau Ying's excitement surged, and she spun around, emulating the Chaos Roc's action, to look behind her.

Her connection to the Fallen Star Eyes remained intact. Though she couldn't propel the artifact into flight, she could still sense its perceptions.

Yu Yuan's presence was unmistakable to her.

With a soft gasp, Lau Ying exclaimed, unable to contain her shock, "Profound Break Stage! Yu Yuan has advanced directly to the Profound Break Stage!"

Su Yan, who had arrived on the Silver Rainbow Magic Shuttle as well, gaped in disbelief at Lau Ying's declaration.

Kong Banbi murmured to himself, "That quickly?"

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