Chapter 76

The terrifying golden blade light, like the sun setting in the west, slashed down towards Yan Zhaoge.

But another terrifying blade aura that cut through the void, stirring the winds and clouds in all directions, slashed diagonally and intercepted the golden blade light.

Yan Zhaoge, without even looking up, entered the protective formation and directly rushed towards the Eastern Tang Kingdom's ruler, Zhao Shicheng.

After the Great Cataclysm, the Heavenly Abyss Reverse Flow Technique, which had been declared lost in the Eight Extreme Worlds, was now being unleashed by Yan Zhaoge.

Yan Zhaoge pushed the vortex reverse flow technique to its极限, his body radiating with dragon-like aura.

However, unlike when he practiced it before, guiding the chaotic black mist-like evil qi into his body, he now applied it entirely externally. Yan Zhaoge's palm slashed out, as if wielding a large saber, cutting towards the black qi pillar that was pulling Zhao Shicheng.

As the blade fell, the black qi pillar immediately twisted violently.

It was as if a real, living giant snake had been injured by a single cut, writhing in pain with its thick body.

Where the blade struck, the black qi pillar clearly thinned, as if a large gap had been cut into it.

"How did he do that?" The people of the Eastern Tang Kingdom looked as if they had seen a ghost.

Yan Zhaoge had no time to be polite with them, using his palm like a blade, he continuously struck the same spot.

The black qi pillar shook violently and then broke with a loud crack.

One segment rapidly retreated into the abyss, while the other poured back into Zhao Shicheng's body.

Zhao Shicheng's body trembled again, and blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, but without the black qi pulling him, the people could finally take him out of the Dragon Suppressing Abyss.

Although the Eastern Tang Kingdom's martial artists were shocked by Yan Zhaoge's performance, they knew this was not the time for idle talk. They quickly supported Zhao Shicheng and retreated from the Dragon Suppressing Abyss.

The storm overhead intensified, and the martial artists of the Great Sun Holy Sect began to try to break through from above, while the martial artists of Guangcheng Mountain continuously intercepted them.

Dongsheng Jun's attacks became increasingly fearless.

A few slashes of the Westward Burning Heaven Saber seemed to want to destroy the entire Dragon Suppressing Abyss, burying everyone inside.

Elder Qin, whose temperament was like a raging fire, remained calm and composed, not seeking to achieve anything but to avoid mistakes.

He carefully and cautiously deflected each of Dongsheng Jun's attacks, ensuring that Yan Zhaoge, Zhao Shicheng, and the others could evacuate.

Yan Zhaoge accompanied the Eastern Tang Kingdom's martial artists, escorting Zhao Shicheng away.

The current situation was still extremely unfavorable for him and Guangcheng Mountain. Zhao Shicheng was severely injured, and even if he was rescued from the Dragon Suppressing Abyss, it was uncertain whether he could handle the current massive upheaval.

"Hmm, something's not right, what's this smell?"

As they walked, Yan Zhaoge suddenly frowned, coming to Zhao Shicheng's side and sniffing carefully.

"Dry Bai Ling Ghost Grass pollen?" Yan Zhaoge rolled his eyes: "It's usually colorless and odorless, but it only emits a smell when it comes into contact with the chaotic evil qi of the Dragon Suppressing Abyss."

The Eastern Tang martial artists beside him looked both surprised and bewildered at Yan Zhaoge.

Yan Zhaoge pinched his forehead: "Cangmang Mountain, indeed, has a hand in this."

The Eastern Tang Kingdom was known for alchemy and herbal medicine, and Zhao Shicheng himself was one of the top three alchemy masters in the Eastern Tang region.

Even he had not noticed the abnormality on his body, so it was no wonder the other Eastern Tang martial artists were unaware.

Among the major holy lands, Cangmang Mountain's alchemy techniques were relatively weak, and Bai Ling Ghost Grass did not grow in their territory.

"Zhao Hao," Yan Zhaoge narrowed his eyes. This obscure knowledge of herbal medicine was known by no one else in the Eastern Tang region except for him.

At the current distance, with Zhao Hao's cultivation, he naturally couldn't smell it.

But he could guide the grandmasters of Cangmang Mountain to track by scent.

If they really had a grandmaster with them, their speed would be faster than Yan Zhaoge's group.

With their location exposed, they couldn't possibly outrun them.

"Ahu, catch a fast magical beast, alive," Yan Zhaoge ordered. Ahu didn't ask for a reason and immediately carried out the order.

Yan Zhaoge, at this point, didn't care about manners, directly stripping Zhao Shicheng's outer robe, tying it to the magical beast Ahu had caught, and then releasing the beast.

"We can't stop, keep moving," Yan Zhaoge said: "Even without the outer robe, Uncle Zhao still has the scent of Bai Ling Ghost Grass on him."

"Stopping will expose us."

The group continued to move forward, but the tremors in the Dragon Suppressing Abyss became more and more noticeable, as if the sky was collapsing and the earth was splitting.

"His Majesty's condition is getting worse," an Eastern Tang martial artist said solemnly as they walked.

Yan Zhaoge frowned slightly, stepped forward to check, and saw that Zhao Shicheng's face was black, with green and red qi constantly intertwining.

This was because, although he was unconscious, his internal cultivation techniques were still running on their own, resisting the invading evil qi.

The struggle between the two forces, influenced by the external tremors, posed a risk of him going into a state of madness.

Continuing to move him at this point would only accelerate his death.

An innate grandmaster martial artist from the Eastern Tang Kingdom used his own aura to protect him, but in the current apocalyptic environment of the Dragon Suppressing Abyss, it was difficult to provide complete protection.

Yan Zhaoge took a deep breath: "Since we can't continue moving, let's race against time."

"Put Uncle Zhao down, I'll help him heal."

Because of Yan Zhaoge's previous miraculous performances and the long-standing relationship between the Yan family and Zhao Shicheng, the Eastern Tang martial artists chose to trust Yan Zhaoge in this situation.

An innate grandmaster immediately stepped forward to assist.

Yan Zhaoge placed one palm on Zhao Shicheng's chest and the other on his back, beginning to use the Heavenly Abyss Reverse Flow Technique to help Zhao Shicheng expel the chaotic evil qi from his body.

Ahu and the others tightly guarded Yan Zhaoge and Zhao Shicheng.

At this moment, Ahu's face was serious, his gaze filled with concern as he looked at Yan Zhaoge and Zhao Shicheng.

Fortunately, as time passed, Zhao Shicheng's condition gradually stabilized, and everyone's faces showed signs of relief.

However, the formation maintained with Zhao Shicheng at its core became increasingly unstable.

Clearly, the situation in Jingyang City was not optimistic.

At this moment, Ahu and the others frowned as a group of martial artists appeared through the black mist in the distance.

They were all dressed in black, the attire of Cangmang Mountain martial artists.

The leader was an innate grandmaster, and beside him stood a young man, who was none other than Zhao Hao.

Zhao Hao glanced at Yan Zhaoge and Zhao Shicheng, his gaze deep: "You can smell the pollen of Bai Ling Ghost Grass?"

"Fortunately, once we got closer, an innate grandmaster could勉强 smell the scent, otherwise, you would have truly escaped with the golden cicada's shell."

The innate grandmaster of Cangmang Mountain said calmly: "The Eastern Tang Kingdom's ruler is not simply injured; the evil qi from the Dragon Suppressing Abyss has entered his body."

"If treated improperly, it could harm the ruler's life."

"In this situation, it's best for grandmaster martial artists not to intervene. Our grandmaster Elder He will arrive momentarily, and it would be best for him to treat the ruler."

He took a step forward: "Saving a life is like putting out a fire; it's better to act early. Hand him over to us directly."

Zhao Hao didn't look at Yan Zhaoge or Ahu but stared at the other Eastern Tang martial artists: "Delaying treatment or treating him improperly could harm the Emperor's life."

"Who among you can bear this responsibility?"

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