As expected, what happened next was exactly as the two had anticipated. Those spiritual light clusters that had been pulled out of the white light barrier underwent strange transformations.
First and foremost, the four spiritual light clusters within the red light's large hand emitted bursts of black gas, engulfing half the sky, accompanied by roars of fury.
The red light's large hand instantly disintegrated under the impact of these several clusters of black gas.
Then, a flash of azure light emerged from the black gas, and a cyan bird with a body length of five to six appeared. With a soft cry, the cyan bird rapidly flapped its wings, unleashing waves of cyan-blue flames that attacked the gray-haired old man.
The gray-haired old man's expression changed instantly, and the jade scepter in his hand conjured up patches of crimson clouds. These clouds swirled and transformed into balls of crimson fire, intercepting the large expanse of blue flames head-on.
This old man was indeed worthy of being a Golden Core late-stage expert; his casual strike suppressed the blue flames emitted by the cyan bird. However, before he could breathe a sigh of relief, a blood-red shadow on the left crossed several feet and charged straight at his face.
Upon seeing this, the old man's face turned grim, and with a flick of his hand, a small black knife was thrown out, striking the red shadow with a crisp clang.
However, the shadow only paused slightly, seemingly unaffected, and charged again with extreme speed.
Worse was yet to come, as the gray-haired old man noticed two other powerful auras rushing towards him.
Golden light flickered above, and a golden fist hammered down with a thunderous roar.
On the other side, the wind howled with a chorus of squeaks, and a tiger demon covered in black gas spewed out a black beam as thick as a foot, attacking him.
The old man found himself surrounded.
With a loud shout, he tossed the jade scepter in his hand above his head, showering down a large cloud of mist that enveloped him. The red cloud flashed and soared into the sky, escaping the encirclement of the attacks.
But before the old man could rejoice, he noticed four powerful auras chasing closely behind him, as if they had locked onto him.
For a time, a red cloud rapidly dodged, with a blood-colored shadow, a cyan bird, a golden light mist, and a black tiger hot on its heels.
The dignified Golden Core late-stage expert now appeared utterly disheveled.
Meanwhile, the Golden Core mid-stage Venerable Deadwood was also in dire straits, being attacked by a green-faced, fanged ghost head, three identical Yin spirits, and a humanoid creature seven or eight feet tall covered in red light.
As for the Tang family's beautiful woman, who was also from the Four Great Families, her situation was the best. She had also pulled out three clusters of spiritual light from the white light barrier.
She was being attacked by a blue蛟 dragon, a black demon ghost, and a strange eyeball. The eyeball was very peculiar, constantly flashing and releasing blood-colored rays of light.
Her situation was better because she was accompanied by two other people: a white-robed scholar and a burly man. These two were the family heads of the other two families in the Four Great Families, who were relatively weaker.
But with their Golden Core early-stage cultivation and their assistance, the woman's situation was much better.
Seeing these situations, Zhang Ling couldn't help but swallow. Several battle groups had formed within this space, and everyone was too busy to care about him and Tu Fei.
His gaze swept across the remaining two clusters of spiritual light in the white light barrier.
Two clusters of spiritual light remained: one light cyan and one bright yellow.
Turning his head to glance at Tu Fei, he saw him rapidly forming hand seals, channeling spiritual power onto the sword box in front of him, seemingly preparing to attack.
Zhang Ling naturally didn't dare to be negligent. He flicked his fingers, shooting out several strands of spiritual power that transformed into spiritual light threads, piercing through the light barrier and entangling the bright yellow light cluster.
With a thought, he pulled the yellow light cluster out.
As soon as the light cluster flew out of the white light barrier, it emitted a dazzling black light, and the treasure inside revealed itself to be a gray boulder.
The boulder spun rapidly, releasing a cloud of cyan mist that rolled and quickly condensed into a vague shadow of a demon beast.
With a loud roar, the vague shadow gradually solidified, transforming into a giant demon beast with a body length of seven or eight feet. This demon beast was actually a blue-maned lion, and its aura was no weaker than that of an ordinary sixth-order demon beast.
If he used ordinary methods to deal with it, it would be difficult.
Seeing the blue-maned lion demon beast charging towards him, Zhang Ling raised his hand without dodging. A treasure orb emitting cyan and red light was thrown out from his palm.
The treasure orb was the Human Yuan Fiend Pill, but this time he didn't activate it to release those vine threads. Instead, it spun rapidly as soon as it left his palm, shooting out countless dense gray-white threads.
Zhang Ling rapidly flicked his fingers, and these threads swarmed out, instantly entangling the blue-maned lion.
Suddenly, a miraculous scene occurred. The giant lion was instantly bound in mid-air like a dumpling, trapped in place.
These threads appeared to be finer than hair, and as they wrapped around the blue-maned lion, faint black light emerged, constantly tightening.
Seeing this, Zhang Ling was overjoyed. As he had expected, these threads were not magic weapons but the Fiend Soul Threads, a secret technique from the Ghost King Art that he had cultivated.
The Fiend Soul Threads were a ghost path secret technique, very sinister. Their purpose was to defile magic weapons. No matter what kind of magic weapon, once it was contaminated by these Fiend Soul Threads, its power would decrease.
As the Fiend Soul Threads continued to contract, the blue-maned lion's body was also rapidly shrinking.
Zhang Ling had a guess in his mind when he learned that these magic weapons had been placed under a curse that would attract powerful demon ghosts. He wondered if he could use the Fiend Soul Threads to reduce the power of these magic weapons.
Now it seemed that it was indeed very effective.
Next, he didn't dare to be negligent. While controlling the Fiend Soul Threads to entangle the blue-maned lion, he also urged the flying sword to transform into sword lights and slash at the blue-maned lion.
A series of clanging sounds rang out, and the sound of the flying sword hitting the blue-maned lion was the sound of metal clashing.
He was not surprised by this. Like the previous collection of the small bell magic weapon, the demon ghosts summoned by these magic weapons were not real demon ghosts.
As long as he could subdue these demon ghosts transformed by the curse, he could collect the treasures.
This scene only lasted for seven or eight breaths of time, and the blue-maned lion's body was only about ten feet in size, and the figure was gradually blurring, as if it was about to dissipate.
After a series of clanging sounds, dozens of sword lights struck it, and the blue-maned lion's figure gradually vaporized, turning into starlight and dissipating.
A flash of black light, a gray stone the size of a millstone fell into Zhang Ling's hands.
The stone was roughly spherical, with a pitted surface, seemingly like some kind of spiritual mine raw material, but upon closer inspection, some faint golden runes were floating on the stone, obviously a formed magic weapon.
Zhang Ling flipped his hand and happily put the treasure into his sleeve.
