Xuan Yi turned her head and glanced at him indifferently: “Why would Senior Brother Shao Yi be here?”

It really was difficult for him, finding her from this chaotic, earth-shattering battlefield. Well, actually it wasn’t hard to find someone from the Zhuyin Clan—the blizzard was too obvious. But she just insisted that he did it on purpose.

Shao Yi hooked his fingertip, and the feathered long blade flew back into his palm: “All regular war divisions received command talismans. It’s not strange that I’m here, is it?”

On the contrary, it was truly strange that she would be here. This little loach had always only been good at fleeing from battle. After not seeing her for a period of time, she had actually started fighting demon clan members systematically.

Xuan Yi said coldly: “Then why are you asking?”

Shao Yi made a “tsk” sound: “Your mouth is really too nasty.” Lucky for her she was from the Zhuyin Clan, otherwise she wouldn’t be able to live so freely until now.

Xuan Yi ignored him. She hadn’t yet figured out a new trick to torment him. Forcing questions would yield nothing, and if she provoked him to anger she couldn’t hit him, couldn’t freeze him either. Being entangled with this guy only gave her one feeling—frustration. She decided not to bring suffering upon herself for now.

She blew out snow to freeze several demon clan war generals trying to rush forward, when she suddenly caught a glimpse of Qing Yan’s blizzard in the distance. She immediately breathed a sigh of relief. He was still battling with Great Lord Hushen. This Great Lord was wildly darting about in all directions between heaven and earth. Blood flowed down from his right eye in streams, staining the snow-white fur on his body red. Apart from this, the injuries the war generals had inflicted on him earlier showed no trace whatsoever.

Qing Yan probably couldn’t freeze him. She couldn’t either. They probably needed Father to come, but Father was likely currently “arousing feelings but stopping at propriety” right now, definitely unable to spare attention for exterminating any demon clan. When this family of theirs became willful, they were all quite something.

Xuan Yi was just preparing to go help him when she suddenly saw over a dozen auspicious lights streak across the sky above—dazzling and enormous. Presumably several Dijun war generals had arrived. Clear and bright wind sounds spiraled upward, and a golden dragon countless times more massive than Fucang’s golden dragon suddenly appeared between heaven and earth.

In that instant, the entire firmament seemed to be illuminated. Wherever the golden dragon went, turbid qi completely receded. Great Lord Hushen’s densely packed and extremely numerous demon clan war generals were rapidly scattered by the golden dragon, countless numbers devoured. The various gods took the opportunity to continue entangling with the remaining demon clan in battle. The previously somewhat difficult situation was reversed in the blink of an eye.

The golden dragon suddenly shot straight up into the ninth heaven, transforming into a massive pillar of light, trapping the wildly darting Great Lord Hushen within it. No matter how he beat and kicked, exhausting all sorts of methods, he could not leave the range of the light pillar in the slightest.

Densely packed sword lights like tidewater shuttled back and forth within the light pillar, mercilessly piercing through Great Lord Hushen’s body. He let out shrill screams of agony. His snow-white fur instantly became a bloody mess.

Before long, that light pillar rapidly shrank, transforming into a tiny golden dragon that swiftly shot back into a palm, becoming a peachwood sword with an entirely jade-green body. The one who came was indeed Qing Di. On his refined and scholarly thin face was rarely a trace of gravity. That move of transforming sword qi into heaven and earth presumably consumed divine power extremely greatly—he had broken out in a fine layer of sweat.

Very quickly, the massive golden dragon leaped out again, majestically scattering the demon clan war generals, transforming into a mass of golden tidewater. Wherever it went, nothing could match it.

Xuan Yi was watching in fascination when from the corner of her eye she suddenly glimpsed Shao Yi turning to leave. For a moment, some doubts arose in her heart.

He had deliberately come over. She had originally thought he was going to play some trick, but who knew he would just say hello and leave. What did this mean? Was he specially telling her that he had come? Or was he once again reminding her that he was always watching her from the shadows?

Shao Yi never did meaningless things like this. From certain perspectives, he was perhaps the enemy she truly needed to treat with extreme caution. She didn’t believe he would be this bored.

As if sensing her gaze, Shao Yi turned his head to look at her, then smiled and pointed in a direction, reminding her with his lips: Be careful.

Xuan Yi looked in the direction he pointed in puzzlement, only to see that Great Lord Hushen, who had just been severely wounded by the sword qi transforming into heaven and earth, was presumably because of the intense pain actually countless times more frenzied than before. Masses of pitch-black giant waves sprayed from his mouth. So many war generals were dealing with him, yet he was fixated only on Qing Yan, his movements incomparably swift, chasing him like a leaf in the wind.

She immediately rode the wind and sped forward, heavily exhaling a breath. A massive blizzard fell upon Great Lord Hushen, only causing his extremely agile movements to slow down slightly.

Xuan Yi vibrated her divine power. Four ice dragons spiraled up and down, seizing his four limbs, forcibly tripping him to the ground. The ice dragons tightened around Great Lord Hushen’s four limbs, causing him to cry out loudly in pain again. He turned his head and sprayed a mouthful of black waves directly at Xuan Yi. She quickly dodged by riding the wind.

Qing Yan seemed to lose his temper in the distance: “Who told you to come over?!”

Huh? She didn’t know either—she had just run over on her own. Don’t worry about these details. Rest for a bit first.

Xuan Yi flicked her fingertip, and two more ice dragons appeared, tightly coiling around Great Lord Hushen’s neck. Six ice dragons—if Qi Nan saw this, he would probably be scared silly. When she went all out, she was also quite formidable. To be able to trip up a Great Lord—truly awesome and impressive.

The war generals came up and gave him another chaotic beating, specifically picking this pitiful Great Lord’s wounds to pound hard. His screams now sounded quite pleasant to the ear. Xuan Yi flicked her fingertip again, and two more ice dragons appeared, coiling around his body in circles, strangling him until his massive skeleton made sounds of fracturing.

Eight ice dragons. She was really going all out.

Qing Yan’s voice suddenly drew near: “A Yi! Don’t use divine power like this! Be careful of your old injury relapsing!”

Just as the words fell, they saw Great Lord Hushen, who had been beaten like a puddle of rotten flesh, turn his head toward Qing Yan in an extremely bizarre posture. Opening his mouth, a black giant wave countless times more turbulent than before sprayed toward him. This was a Great Lord’s final desperate strike. How enormous was its威势! The ice wall that Qing Yan erected shattered with a “clang” sound. His body was instantly carried away by the black giant wave, in a flash thrust beyond the mountain ranges.

Xuan Yi’s brow furrowed. The eight ice dragons dissipated into nothingness in an instant. She turned and immediately chased after him.

For the Zhuyin Clan, ten thousand methods were useless. Once their dragon scales grew in completely, they feared no divine weapons or sharp blades even less. Qing Yan wouldn’t necessarily have problems. She was only afraid that that disgusting black water would injure his eyes—their eyes were the only extremely weak part.

She searched countless times through the mountains shrouded in black water but still didn’t see any trace of Qing Yan. Xuan Yi couldn’t help but become anxious, urgently calling him: “Qing Yan? Where did you run off to?”

Her voice echoed continuously through the mountains of the lower realm. Even the mice a thousand li away were startled and scurried about in succession. Could he not hear? Had he fainted? This bit of black wave knocked him out? Then what kind of Zhuyin Clan member was he!

Xuan Yi felt vexed in her heart. She suddenly waved her hand, and layer upon layer of ice and snow piled up through the mountains within a radius of a thousand li that had been swallowed by black water, lifting up all things beneath the black water. She searched carefully once through, but still didn’t see any trace of him. It was as if he had suddenly been pushed by the black wave to the Nine Nether Yellow Springs, leaving not a single trace.

She activated the golden seal on her right wrist. This was a type of technique that only divine officials knew, which Qing Yan had urged Qi Nan to teach him after her heart injury relapsed. Originally it was convenient for divine officials to manage the hundreds and thousands of divine servants and female immortals in a deity’s residence. But he was probably afraid she would have some other incident and he would be the last to know, so he forced Qi Nan to teach him.

Before, she had also playfully activated the golden seal, and he had always given a response. But this time, no matter how laboriously she activated it, he gave no response at all. Not at all.

Xuan Yi suddenly turned around. The crimson war general attire streaked through the mountain forests like fire. She must find him!