While Zhang Ling and Ding Ruozhao were fully activating the flying shuttle, the bronze cauldron and the black-red cloud were also rapidly approaching in their direction.
Fortunately, the two sides were engaged in a fierce battle, and for the time being, they didn't pay attention to their situation.
In the blink of an eye, a few breaths passed, and Zhang Ling frowned, the flying shuttle still hadn't been fully activated, making him even more anxious.
Just at this moment, suddenly a powerful aura enveloped the surroundings, and a bone-chilling voice echoed in his ears.
"You two little brats are actually here, then prepare to die!"
In the mid-air, several dozen feet above, a flash of spiritual light suddenly appeared, and the bronze cauldron had already flown above the two's heads, from which a burst of metallic sounds emanated.
The bronze cauldron rapidly rotated, and from its mouth, large swaths of golden sword light shot out, most of which charged straight towards the pursuing black cloud.
And there were still thirty or forty streaks of sword light spinning around, sweeping towards Zhang Ling and Ding Ruozhao below.
Zhang Ling's heart pounded wildly, but he wouldn't sit still and wait for death. He quickly raised his arm, and a stack of spiritual talismans appeared in his palm, numbering as many as twenty or thirty.
Seven or eight of the spiritual talismans instantly lit up, transforming into various attacks,迎击向了冲击而来的剑光. The golden sword light looked sparse, but its attack power was extremely strong, and with two quick 'shua shua' sounds, it extinguished the attacks conjured by the spiritual talismans.
Zhang Ling was shocked. These spiritual talismans were not ordinary; they were all third-order talismans he had collected, each worth over a thousand spiritual stones.
With his current cultivation, he could only instantly activate seven or eight at a time. He naturally didn't feel sorry for the spiritual stones, but was astonished by the sword light's powerful attack.
Although shocked, Zhang Ling's hands didn't stop moving at all. Another seven or eight spiritual talismans were activated, hoping to block for a moment.
But then the sword lights descended, and more than a dozen streaks of sword light swept over with the sound of tearing wind. Such powerful sword light could instantly tear the two into pieces.
Seeing this, Zhang Ling no longer hesitated. He gritted his teeth, and a dark light was thrown out. In the light, the black-gold shield instantly enlarged. This magical treasure wasn't used to protect his body, but was sacrificed like an attacking magical weapon.
The black-gold shield flashed and rushed head-on towards the numerous sword lights, instantly transmitting a series of 'bang bang' sounds.
In just a few short breaths, the spiritual light on the shield dimmed, obviously, this treasure couldn't last long either. However, this treasure was, after all, a magical treasure, and it successfully blocked more than a dozen sword lights.
The remaining dozen or so sword lights, with a 'whoosh' sound, charged over like flying fish.
While releasing the black-gold shield, Zhang Ling naturally wouldn't stop. He suddenly patted his chest twice, spitting out two mouthfuls of essence blood. Then, he raised his left hand, and a fist-sized, blue-red colored treasure pearl appeared in his palm.
After absorbing his essence blood, the treasure pearl's blue-red light instantly brightened, and then more than a dozen gray-white threads shot out from it.
At the same time, Zhang Ling shook his left shoulder, and an arm-thick, blue-black vine rushed out.
Those gray-white threads instantly drilled into the blue-black vine like earthworms, and immediately the blue-black vine turned pitch-black, with blue-red spiritual light flowing on it.
With a thought from Zhang Ling, the arm-thick vine instantly stretched out, becoming a ten-zhang-long giant vine.
The vine didn't attack, but instead revolved around the two, forming a zhang-sized vine armor. The vine armor had blue-red spiritual light flowing on it, looking very strange.
Just after finishing these actions, a series of crisp 'ding ding dang dang' sounds were heard, and all the golden sword lights struck the vine armor, erupting bursts of rumbling sounds.
Wherever it passed, wood chips flew everywhere, and the vine armor was like being in a storm, constantly being shaken. Cracks appeared on it.
Zhang Ling's face turned pale, and his left arm also turned blue-red. Veins bulged on his entire arm, looking swollen by two sizes.
And the vine on his left arm was still rapidly moving, constantly repairing the gaps breached by the golden sword light.
This scene was very brief, only lasting a few breaths, and his face had already turned pale and bloodless. Fortunately, under his perception, the power of the golden sword lights had also decreased. It seemed that their power also had a limit.
"Rise!"
Just then, Ding Ruozhao's surprised shout suddenly came from his ear.
The flying shuttle had turned semi-transparent. With a hand gesture from Ding Ruozhao, a layer of azure spiritual light flowed out from the treasure.
The azure light suddenly brightened, instantly enveloping the two. Zhang Ling only felt a suction force coming, and before he could react, he was covered by the azure light and sucked into the flying shuttle.
Only a whistling sound was heard, and the flying shuttle flashed, directly breaking through the vine armor and reaching dozens of feet away. With another flash, it transformed into a semi-transparent azure light, disappearing after a few flashes.
The position where the two had stood was instantly swept by golden light, leaving behind only some broken pieces of wood and a tattered shield.
And the bronze cauldron was currently not around; it had already reached hundreds of feet away, constantly fighting with that large mass of black-red cloud.
For a time, half of the sky was black-red, and the other half was golden-yellow, with powerful spiritual pressure erupting from that location.
Suddenly, countless sword lights merged in the center, transforming into a golden giant sword, slashing at the black-red mist.
"Gua gua."
Only a cold snort was heard, and within the black-red mist, a huge toad head appeared. Its six blood-red demonic eyes flashed, and with a wide opening of its mouth, a thick red shadow flashed out.
In the sound of a sword whistling through the wind, the red shadow flashed, striking the golden giant sword before it could arrive. Instantly, the giant sword was knocked off course by dozens of feet, striking a nearby mountain peak.
With a loud 'boom', the mountain peak was directly pierced through, and large amounts of earth and rocks fell down.
……
Half a cup of tea later, an azure light suddenly flashed in the sky thousands of miles away, throwing out two figures.
Zhang Ling staggered, almost falling to the ground, and hurriedly stabilized himself. He looked around and saw short shrubs growing under his feet, and a slowly flowing stream beside him.
This was no longer the valley they had been in earlier; they had safely escaped.
Ding Ruozhao tidied up her somewhat disheveled hair, looked at the very disheveled man in front of her, and suddenly found it a little funny, and couldn't help but let out a laugh.
Zhang Ling happened to look up and see this smile, and couldn't help but be stunned. It was the first time he had seen a smile on this woman's face.
Seeing Zhang Ling's gaze, Ding Ruozhao's smile stiffened, she snorted coldly, and turned to look aside.
Zhang Ling also instantly came back to his senses, gave a silent dry laugh, patted his storage bag, took out a few pills, and swallowed them.
His face was currently bloodless, which was not caused by excessive consumption of spiritual power, but because the last resort had consumed a lot of his essence blood, damaging some of his vitality.
However, being able to escape those two old monsters was worth it.
