Ren Qing felt that among all the Rabbit-Toad cultivators, Mysterious Palace Moon's strength should be the strongest, of course still not exceeding the scope of Yang Spirit realm.
He did not think of immediately killing the enemy; clarifying the system of the Blood Moon was the key.
Mysterious Palace Moon was continuously swelling. His four limbs soon could not bear the weight and fractured. At this time countless tentacles grew from various places, supporting a body approaching twenty meters.
Mysterious Palace Moon's speed became slow, but every half meter he moved caused mud to splash, then fall from the sky like raindrops.
"Taiyin Star Lord above!"
"Jingzhou belongs to Taiyin Star Lord!"
He kept muttering, showing that even Rabbit-Toad cultivators could not be immune to the erosion of demonic qi, and were likewise deeply affected.
The cultivators defending the city stood blankly in place. The aura of death made them face a great enemy, their feet instinctively stepping backward.
Mysterious Palace Moon viciously slammed into the city wall, large amounts of flesh collapsing along with it.
His purpose was clearly not to break Wuwei City's defense. Although this aberrant fetus artifact was only Half-Corpse realm, it was after all composed of tens of thousands of magical artifacts; its toughness could be imagined.
The flesh was immediately bestowed with life by demonic qi, crawling like densely packed ants, quickly beginning to cover the wall surface.
"What ghost thing is this?"
Li Tiangang panted heavily.
He laboriously drew paper from the tip of his nose, releasing the flames sealed within.
High temperature acted upon the flesh demons, immediately producing crackling sounds, yet it could not shake the large quantity of flesh demons at all.
Li Tiangang's heart was full of indignation. After Song Zongwu and Great Dream True Person pursued the powerful enemies, only he could barely act in Wuwei City.
Yet he could not even manage to block them.
Li Tiangang looked at the cultivators who could not move under the Yang Spirit realm aura. Veins bulged on his forehead, chest and abdomen rising and falling violently.
The flesh demons gnawed at the wall surface. Wuwei City emitted spiritual light attempting to resist.
"Hahahahahaha..."
Mysterious Palace Moon enjoyed the appearance of the city's cultivators struggling painfully, venting the frustration in his heart, his expression becoming increasingly pathological.
Even if demonic beasts tried to climb the city wall, he would slap them away with tentacles.
The flesh demons spread across the ground. The surroundings seemed to become a death domain.
Mysterious Palace Moon had already thought it through: he would turn all the cultivators within the city into demonic beasts, watch them slaughter one another, and finally die in despair.
He glanced back warily, fearing a six-armed cultivator might pursue him.
But thinking again, the Facing-the-Moon Method cultivated by Tumu Yue was "Moon Layer," which could make body flesh as thick as the earth.
To defeat him in a short time was simply unrealistic; prolonged entanglement might even result in being killed by Tumu Yue whose stamina was endless.
As for Wu Qingyue, although her whereabouts were unknown, the "Moon Rock" of the Facing-the-Moon Method could petrify matter. Her methods were also ruthless and insidious, rarely suffering losses against those of the same realm.
Mysterious Palace Moon felt he had sufficient time to torment this group of soft-shelled turtles.
The so-called soft-shelled turtles referred to turtles. In the eyes of Rabbit-Toad cultivators, Wuwei City shrinking into a corner of Jingzhou was like soft-shelled turtles.
He opened his mouth, spouting large amounts of bloody water, falling above Wuwei City.
Although part of the bloody water was blocked by White Bone Glazed Canopy, quite a bit drilled into the city through gaps, heading toward the cultivators who could not move.
Ren Qing's expression unexpectedly glanced at Li Tiangang. Just as he was about to act, he discovered that the latter actually showed signs of breakthrough?
He saw Li Tiangang's eyes wide open, both fists tightly clenched.
The aura emanating from his body fluctuated violently. Then the skin split into cracks, actually forming several hundred book pages.
"A gentleman possesses ten thousand volumes of books, why borrow a hundred cities facing south."
Li Tiangang exploded, turning into sky-filling book pages, faintly showing pavilions and towers, mountains and waters, fields and gardens drawn upon them...
Divine ability, Embracing Books Hundred Cities.
The book pages merged into various places throughout the city, then transformed into semi-transparent mirrors.
The buildings of Wuwei City began to distort, as if space were torn. The city wall twisted like a snake, buildings hung upside down in midair.
The blood about to fall was actually flung out of the city at inexplicable angles, as if the falling path had been twisted, causing a change in direction.
"Soft-shelled turtles, soft-shelled turtles, a group of soft-shelled turtles..."
Mysterious Palace Moon let out enraged roars, then spewed even more flesh residue, almost covering three walls entirely.
Li Tiangang had just reached Yin Difference realm perfection, not very familiar with the embryonic divine ability nurtured, and helplessly restored human form.
He fell from midair, spitting blood mixed with fragments of internal organs.
The abnormalities of Wuwei City also vanished completely.
Li Tiangang's pupils were scattered. Just as he was about to hit the ground, he suddenly felt his body supported by a light current of air.
Focusing his gaze, he saw Ren Qing looking at him with a smile.
"Senior Li Tiangang, congratulations on advancing to Yin Difference realm perfection. Yang Spirit realm is within sight."
While Ren Qing spoke, torrential bloody rain was condensing overhead, as if blood mist were hung upside down in the sky, appearing extremely strange.
Li Tiangang was somewhat confused about the situation, replying blankly, "Likewise..."
Rumble!
The sound of thunder suddenly rang out.
Dense dark clouds wrapped the bloody rain, and soon not a trace of red could be seen.
"Thunder manifest."
Ren Qing raised his head and let out a deafening shout. At the same time faint lightning flickered around his body, crackling.
He instantly turned into electric light and vanished, leaping upward like a thunder dragon.
The thunder dragon drilled into the clouds, forming a massive black shadow, but from outside its specific form could not be seen clearly at all.
Li Tiangang's expression became complicated, then he could not help but laugh loudly.
He now understood why Song Zongwu and the two had left so decisively. It turned out that Restraint Officers' Hall's Yang Spirit realm was not only two.
Mysterious Palace Moon faced a great enemy. He frantically devoured nearby demonic beasts, piling his aura to a suffocating degree.
"Jingzhou belongs to Taiyin Star Lord!"
Lightning interwove within the clouds. A figure just over thirty meters sat cross-legged within, an aura not weaker than Mysterious Palace Moon bursting forth.
Immediately afterward, a gale rose from nothing.
An opening was torn in the clouds, revealing an incomparably massive dragon head.
"What courage?"
Mysterious Palace Moon raged incompetently. His flesh-piled body released dense demonic qi. Vegetation, mountains, and stones all began bizarre demonization.
These demonic beasts grew wings, flapping toward the clouds.
But before they could approach, under the influence of an inexplicable aura, their vitality was drained, turning into powder and scattering in the wind.
Mysterious Palace Moon even more frantically devoured demonic beasts. His body then broke through forty meters, raising elongated tentacles to lash fiercely toward the clouds.
But before the tentacles approached, he suddenly froze in place.
Ren Qing narrowed his eyes halfway, using his hand to part the clouds, his true body thus appearing.
He wore a Daoist robe transformed from dream seed. The exposed scales were dark green. At the joints were mixed bone spurs. The shadow reflected upon the cloud surface wriggled continuously.
Ren Qing sat cross-legged in midair. The clouds seemed like the public trial desk before the King of Hell.
He lowered his head to look at Mysterious Palace Moon. From mouth and nose he exhaled a green Nether Yuan, dyeing the surrounding clouds with Yellow Springs aura.
"Judge death!"
Rumble...
One thunder dragon after another drilled out of the clouds, instantly falling upon three city walls, causing flesh demons to recede like butter meeting heat.
The many cultivators within Wuwei City stared blankly at "Yama," the shock in their hearts incomparable. Some even wept with joy.
Especially the demon-kind, clearly recognizing Ren Qing as the Demon Immortal who had brought them to Wuwei City, shouting the Demon Immortal's name one after another.
Ren Qing's palm moved slightly. Lightning descended toward Mysterious Palace Moon.
The lightning appeared as five-colored coiled dragons. Even details of scales upon their bodies could be clearly seen. With each breath Yellow Springs aura flowed from mouth and nose.
A faint mist spread.
The battlefield originally littered with a million corpses transformed into a true Yellow Springs netherworld. The living beings devoured and killed by Mysterious Palace Moon drilled out from underground in the form of remnant souls.
The remnant souls were composed of Nether Yuan, capable of converting corrosiveness toward the body into targeting the soul.
However, Mysterious Palace Moon's soul was very strange. It was not within the Mud Pellet Palace, but instead moved throughout his entire body.
Rumble.
Lightning smashed down upon Mysterious Palace Moon's head. Though he had no visible injuries, he let out shrill screams.
Lightning descended continuously, instantly turning the open ground outside Wuwei City into a thunder domain.
"Soft-shelled turtles!"
Mysterious Palace Moon's aura surged. The surrounding demonic qi actually formed a vacuum zone, causing his body to undergo drastic change once more.
The tentacles replacing limbs extended into the ground like roots of vegetation.
Within just a few breaths, Mysterious Palace Moon's appearance transformed into a deformed banyan tree, his body constituting a simple grotesque ecosystem.
Pus lumps bulged on the surface of branches, then were torn open from within, drilling out half-meter winged Rabbit-Toads, charging toward the thunderclouds above.
The Rabbit-Toads swelled upon meeting wind, instantly reaching three to four meters.
They entangled thunder dragons, desperately helping Mysterious Palace Moon resist attacks, biting lightning with sharp teeth even as their bodies became tattered.
"Die!"
Mysterious Palace Moon let out delighted laughter. The demonic qi within his body grew denser. His strength became increasingly terrifying, still continuously absorbing demonic qi.
He used roots to lift stones and throw them toward Ren Qing. Even the stones demonized midair.
In a certain sense, Mysterious Palace Moon's Facing-the-Moon Method was very similar to Dragon Roar Within the Casket, further magnifying the assimilation of demonic qi.
Even the demonic beasts born were, over time, climbing toward the Great Demon realm.
Thunder dragons let out bursts of mournful cries, defeated before hundreds and thousands of demonic beasts, causing the demonic beasts to gather around Ren Qing like locusts.
Ren Qing showed no panic whatsoever, still maintaining thunder dragons descending.
At this moment, Mysterious Palace Moon's expression stiffened. He discovered the thunder dragons' resistance to demonic qi increasing at an exaggerated speed.
The thunder dragons shed old dragon skin.
Dragon Roar Within the Casket even enlightened the demonic qi that had infiltrated the body, causing the newborn shell of the pseudo-dragon to develop characteristics unique to demonic beasts. The situation immediately reversed.
Ren Qing did not wish to waste more time, because he had already completely clarified what the Blood Moon was.
The ghost shadow at his feet drilled out of the clouds.
The ghost shadow transformed into a hundred-meter black-scaled coiled dragon, diving down at a speed invisible to the naked eye. The two instantly collided, earth shaking and mountains trembling.
"Soft-shelled turtles, soft-shelled turtles..."
Mysterious Palace Moon underwent transformation once more. The banyan tree form grew countless hands and feet, strengthening close combat while maintaining demonization.
The ghost shadow spat lightning, continuously switching between reality and illusion, dodging attacks.
It appeared that this battle could last a long time, but at this moment from within the dark clouds came the loud crack of a judge's block striking, the wind and clouds suddenly changing.