As he was contemplating an escape route, suddenly, behind Meng Hao, the two disciples from Quishui Sect, Zhou and Xu, simultaneously chanted incantations. Immediately, a series of buzzing sounds emanated from the flute-like pipes beneath their feet.
The sound, like the wailing of vengeful spirits, swirled around. After Zhou and Xu simultaneously chanted their incantations, they pointed forward and shouted, "Thunder Heaven Spirit!"
As soon as the words left their mouths, the vast sky around Meng Hao instantly became turbulent with wind and surging clouds. Thin black clouds appeared, swirling, and a dazzling bolt of lightning struck directly from the black clouds towards Meng Hao.
Meng Hao's expression changed. This was the first time he had seen a spell that conjured lightning. Without hesitation, he stepped onto the treasured fan beneath his feet. Immediately, ten feathers flew out, stacking themselves above Meng Hao, colliding fiercely with the descending lightning bolt.
A rumbling sound echoed. The ten feathers flew back, scattering. Although the lightning bolt was merely conjured by cultivators at the Condensation Stage and lacked the true power of heaven and earth, even its faint strength was extremely potent for Meng Hao.
Meng Hao's face was somewhat pale. When he turned his head, a murderous glint flashed in his eyes. Although this move did not make him spit blood, it caused the spiritual energy within his body to become unstable.
"A fine Thunder Heaven Spirit. Quishui Sect's spell is indeed extraordinary, one of the three great lightning spells. It's a pity these two's cultivation is insufficient. Even working together, this is all they can manage. Otherwise, this move would either kill the enemy or severely injure them." Senior Brother Liu calmly remarked, his eyes blinking, standing still without unleashing any divine abilities. Having previously fought Meng Hao, he knew Meng Hao possessed many troublesome magical artifacts. At this moment, he was determined to use his profound cultivation to wear down his opponent before making his move.
As for others making a move, he was delighted to have someone help him deplete Meng Hao's spiritual power.
"Our spell isn't finished yet, Liu Daoyun, don't spout nonsense!" The male disciple surnamed Xu from Quishui Sect sneered, exchanging glances with the disciple surnamed Zhou beside him. They took out elixirs, swallowed them, chanted incantations with both hands, and simultaneously pointed forward.
Immediately, the black clouds swiftly followed Meng Hao, swirling once more, and lightning struck again. A deafening roar echoed all around. Meng Hao again used his feathers to resist, but the lightning array continuously thundered.
In an instant, three bolts struck, causing blood to trickle from the corner of Meng Hao's mouth, and the murderous intent in his eyes deepened. As the third lightning bolt condensed, he waved his right hand. A scroll immediately appeared, shaking violently. The spiritual energy within his body surged out, powerfully flowing into it. Immediately, two roars echoed, mist swirled, and two fierce mist beasts charged directly from the scroll towards Zhou and Xu.
Zhou and Xu's faces also turned pale. They had to swallow elixirs while performing the previous spell. This spell could not be performed by one person, and even working together, they themselves found it difficult to sustain for long. At this moment, as they created the fourth lightning array, they saw two fierce mist beasts charging towards them from Meng Hao's direction.
The two mist beasts resembled wolves, but their heads had twisted horns. As they flew out, their roars echoed, and black ripples spread beneath their feet, advancing directly towards the two men.
At this moment, Liu Daoyun's eyes flashed. Without hesitation, he raised his right hand almost simultaneously with Meng Hao's deployment of the painting scroll. As the lightning above his head condensed and was about to strike, he bit his tongue and spat out blood. His right hand chanted an incantation, allowing the fresh blood to entwine around it. A red glow instantly appeared on his face, pointing directly at Meng Hao.
"Condensing Qi, Wind Chill Finger!"
This finger strike came extremely abruptly. The fresh blood in front of Liu Daoyun instantly changed from red to blue, and a large amount of cold qi rapidly diffused. In a flash, it transformed into blue snowflakes, taking the shape of a finger. Its speed was incredibly fast, turning into a rainbow bolt of lightning that approached Meng Hao to within three zhang!
This finger strike was extremely unpredictable. At the same time, the fierce beasts in the painting scroll collided with Zhou and Xu, two people, and a resounding explosion echoed. The fourth bolt of lightning descended from the dark clouds above Meng Hao's head.
At this moment, a strong sense of life-and-death crisis emerged in Meng Hao's mind. Liu Daoyun let out a sinister chuckle, taking another step forward. He waved his right hand, and immediately, the starlight beneath his feet flashed. The azure spirit sword also flew directly towards Meng Hao.
"This time, let's see where you can run. You can't escape. You will definitely have to bring out your silver spear and display the might of your ultimate treasure. I, Liu, am greatly looking forward to that moment!" Liu Daoyun's eyes gleamed. He did not approach but stood still, watching.
Meng Hao's eyes narrowed. Time was pressing, and he had no time to take out a magic treasure. He decisively released the painting scroll in his hand, allowing it to float beside him. In this critical moment, he had no time to think much. His right foot stepped on the precious fan, and the fan immediately dispersed with a flap. Sixteen feathers transformed into a sheet of plumage. Ten of them flew directly towards the azure spirit sword, while the remaining six rose into the air to resist the lightning.
As for the approaching Wind Chill Finger, Meng Hao said nothing. His body descended to the ground. He raised his right hand and pressed down, and an eight to nine zhang long Fire Python shot out from his right palm towards the Wind Chill Finger. At the same time, his left hand chanted an incantation and waved forward. Immediately, the Wind Blade technique appeared. The wind fanned the flames, making the Fire Python even larger, flying directly towards the Wind Chill Finger.
Though described as slow, in reality, everything happened like a flash of lightning. A rumbling explosion rang out. In the sky, the lightning shattered the six feathers. Although weakened by more than half, it still struck Meng Hao's body, causing blood to spill from the corner of his mouth.
At the same time, the spirit sword flashed. Although it was blocked by ten feathers, the sword light instantly exploded with a bang. The ten feathers were completely shattered, but several streaks of sword light still shot out, instantly piercing through Meng Hao's body, causing Meng Hao to tremble and spit out even more blood.
At that very moment, the most intense was still the Wind Chill Finger. This move was a unique skill of the Feng Han Sect. After modifications, it could be used by cultivators in the Condensing Qi stage, but at least they had to reach the ninth level of Condensing Qi.
At this moment, a resounding explosion echoed. The disparity in cultivation was clearly evident. Meng Hao's Fire Python and Wind Blade, despite their combined power, were still dissipated. They could only break through more than half of the blue Wind Chill Finger. The remaining half shot directly towards Meng Hao's chest, causing him to spit out blood. The blood in the air immediately turned blue, transforming into ice particles, and his body collapsed.
Waves of cold energy surged into Meng Hao's body, instantly making him feel as if he were lying on ice. But he knew this was a critical moment. He flipped his right palm with extreme speed, and the Soul Seizing Nail, appearing and disappearing like a ghost, was joined by two banners fluttering before him.
If it were just this, Meng Hao, despite his severe injuries, would not have lost his ability to counterattack and could have gritted his teeth and fled. But at this moment, whether it was Meng Hao falling to the ground, or Liu Daoyun, or the two individuals, Zhou and Xu, from Quishui Sect, who were now somewhat disheveled but still striving forward, no one expected that this battle would have a third party, a third assailant!
A sharp, pointed arrow tore a long path from afar, instantly heading straight for Meng Hao's falling body, aiming directly for his heart. Its murderous intent was fierce, clearly intending to pierce through Meng Hao's heart.
The arrow was too fast. The moment it approached, Meng Hao's chest ached. In this critical situation, he didn't hesitate to let out a soft roar. Immediately, the two banners appeared before him, blocking the arrow with a resounding crash. The two banners instantly shattered, unable to stop the arrow. The arrow's momentum was like splitting bamboo. In a flash, at the crucial moment, Meng Hao raised his right hand and swung it forward. Before he could counterattack, the Soul Seizing Nail flew out from his hand and struck the arrow.
With a bang, Meng Hao spat out blood again, watching with his own eyes as the black nail shattered. The arrow's speed slowed, but it still aimed for Meng Hao.
He hunched over, seeing himself falling to the ground, utterly unable to escape. Even if the treasure fan, which hadn't lost a few feathers, flew quickly to lift Meng Hao, now only a few feathers remained, and its speed was not enough to help Meng Hao avoid the arrow.
But thanks to the Soul Seizing Nail, which had shattered the arrow slightly, Meng Hao gasped, a cruel glint in his eyes. He slapped his storage bag, and a wooden sword appeared. There was no time to intercept the arrow, so Meng Hao could only manage to block his chest with the sword.
*Clang!*
Colliding with the arrow, the wooden sword emitted a whirring sound, deeply impaled into his chest by the arrow's force, causing Meng Hao to spit out blood as his body slumped. Fortunately, the arrow gradually lost its original power and slowly dissipated into dust in mid-air.
Meng Hao retreated, slapping his storage bag to retrieve a large quantity of elixirs, which he swallowed. He didn't have many Earth Spirit Pills left, so he began to swallow demon cores. His eyes were now bloodshot, and his injuries were extremely severe. One could even say that since he became a cultivator, this was the most serious injury he had ever sustained.