Burning vital blood?
The Yin-Yang Dao Master and the Dragon King were both stunned.
Looking again, Chen Fan and the Sword Master had already fled a hundred miles away.
"So fast."
This was the first thought of both of them.
The next moment...
Boom.
Without a second thought, both of them burned their vital blood.
Their figures instantly vanished from their original positions.
"Hahaha."
From behind, the Thousand Threads Dao Master let out a burst of laughter: "Trying to leave now, it's too late..."
In an instant, dark clouds gathered... No, not dark clouds, but Dao clouds, clouds of the Great Dao formed entirely by the power of the Great Dao.
The cloud layer pressed down as if the sky were collapsing, and the sky of the Ninth Land darkened.
Even the River of Yin and Yang, inscribed on the peak of the firmament, trembled.
An extremely evil power gathered from the Dao clouds, and then... with a boom, it pressed down.
"Is that... the Thousand Threads Dao Master?" Chen Fan, who was farthest away, saw it clearly.
The person who fell from the Dao clouds was none other than another Thousand Threads Dao Master.
However, this Thousand Threads Dao Master before them was filled with boundless evil.
This body was tattered.
Drips of corrosive green liquid continuously fell from the damaged flesh, a layer of pungent, foul gray gas permeated the entire body, and the worn robes seemed like they hadn't been washed in years. The only intact part was the face.
Evil, ferocious, tyrannical... this Thousand Threads seemed to embody all negative emotions.
"Jie jie."
The evil Thousand Threads smiled hideously.
His pupils were filled with tyrannical killing intent, flashing with a scarlet color.
Then... he extended his hand.
Whoosh.
Gray mist diffused from his palm, carrying a pungent, foul odor.
In the blink of an eye, it enveloped the Yin-Yang Dao Master and the Dragon King.
"Ah..."
Both of them let out screams simultaneously.
Ping Xi's Yin-Yang Great Dao was corroded by the gray gas, instantly becoming riddled with holes, as if it would collapse at any moment.
As for the Dragon King's massive dragon body, it was similar to Ping Xi's Great Dao.
The once lustrous dragon scales instantly lost their color and became foul-smelling.
"Save them."
Chen Fan and the Sword Master stopped instantly.
The four of them were a unit; if any one of them fell, the others would not fare well.
Besides, they had just left the River of Yin and Yang here, how could they let others reap the rewards?
The Dragon King and Ping Xi absolutely could not die.
Clang.
Both of them drew their swords simultaneously and slashed down from a distance.
The gray mist, filled with potent poison, was immediately torn open, but after penetrating only a short distance, the sword intent was corroded into a thousand holes, and then with a 'bang,' it shattered directly.
Even the sword energy was corroded.
However, their actions were not in vain. The Dragon King and Ping Xi, at the cost of severe injuries, managed to escape through the gap.
As soon as they broke free from the poisonous gray mist, their bodies were about to fall.
They were poisoned.
"Roar."
The Dragon King roared ferociously.
His massive dragon body instantly coiled, protecting Ping Xi within it. Both of them fell into a coma and plummeted from the sky.
Chen Fan's expression changed, and he suddenly shouted to the Sword Master: "Draw your sword..."
Ching.
The Sword Master did not hesitate at all and slashed his sword again.
Meanwhile, Chen Fan's figure instantly vanished from his original position, silver light flashing as he traversed space.
"Hahaha."
From afar, the evil Thousand Threads laughed maniacally and ferociously.
As his laughter echoed, he actually reached out with his other hand and grabbed at the Thousand Threads Dao Master who had summoned him.
Boom.
Taking this opportunity, Chen Fan grabbed the Dragon King's massive body.
Just as the Sword Master's sword light arrived, the gray mist was once again torn open, and then Chen Fan's figure rushed out of the range covered by the gray mist.
Rumble.
In the distance, the two Thousand Threads Dao Masters, one righteous and one evil, were actually fighting.
This scene exceeded everyone's expectations.
"Hmph."
The righteous-looking Thousand Threads let out a cold snort, and the evil Thousand Threads immediately clutched his head, a sharp pain causing him to wail.
"If you dare to act presumptuously again, you will never be allowed to come out."
The righteous Thousand Threads snorted coldly, then commanded: "Bring them over..."
The evil Thousand Threads cast a venomous glare at the righteous Thousand Threads. The pain in his mind quickly disappeared, and then he let out a cold laugh, ceasing his attack.
"I told you to attack." The righteous Thousand Threads reprimanded.
"Heh heh."
Who would have thought that the evil Thousand Threads would remain unmoved?
He even retracted the gray mist.
Righteous Thousand Threads: "???"
He didn't quite understand, but his expression instantly turned grim.
His evil incarnation had rebelled again.
In the distance...
Chen Fan and the other three had not left.
The Sword Master and Chen Fan quickly helped the Dragon King and the other to heal, expelling the potent poison that had infiltrated their bodies.
"Mmm."
After a long while, the two of them woke up.
"It hurts so much."
The Thousand Threads Dao Master cried out in pain as soon as she woke up, followed by another pained exclamation: "My Great Dao..."
Her Yin-Yang Great Dao was corroded and riddled with holes.
The Dragon King said nothing, but his expression was grim.
"Is this the method of a ninth-tier being?" The Sword Master's expression was grave.
He then looked at Yin-Yang: "What is your method?"
"... I don't have one."
Ping Xi's expression was grim as she explained: "I only recently entered the ninth tier, how could I have any trump cards?"
"..." Sword Master.
Indeed.
This could not be forced.
"What's their situation?" The Dragon King asked, while healing, looking at the two confronting each other in the distance.
The righteous and evil Thousand Threads shared an identical face.
"Let's see..." Chen Fan said.
The four of them stood at a distance, not moving at all.
...
"Evil Lord, what do you mean?" The Thousand Threads' expression was grim.
The evil Thousand Threads was called Evil Lord.
This name was chosen by himself, solely to distinguish himself from Thousand Threads.
"Jie jie."
Corrosive liquid continued to drip from Evil Lord.
It was very unpleasant.
His laughter was unpleasant but filled with malice: "Why should I help you?"
"We are originally one entity..." The Thousand Threads' expression was grim.
"No, no, no."
Evil Lord sneered: "Even if we are one entity, there is still you and me. You are you, and I am I. If you want me to act, you can... offer your life, jie jie..."
The terrifying laughter sent shivers down one's spine.
"Whoosh."
The Thousand Threads Dao Master's expression was grim: "If you want my life, I fear you don't have the ability."
"Matters between us can be discussed later, first, kill them for this lord..."
"I refuse."
Evil Lord continued to laugh: "You can also destroy me, after all, living is just being suppressed by you, jie jie..."
Thousand Threads had a headache.
The existence of Evil Lord was his greatest secret.
Just like the Lord of Light before, every ninth-tier being had their own trump card.
His trump card was Evil Lord.
One righteous and one evil, it was a mutation of the Two Extremes Dao.
However, this clone had never obeyed him since its appearance, always wanting to swallow his main body. There was nothing Thousand Threads could do but suppress him deep within the River of the Great Dao.
He had also considered destroying it, but this incarnation had taken him a million years to nurture to this extent.
Evil Lord was even more powerful than his main body.
He couldn't bear to destroy him.
For many years, he had been trying to find a way to erase Evil Lord's consciousness, but all his attempts had failed.
Thousand Threads had a headache.
The existence of Evil Lord was both a trump card and a crisis.
This fellow was always trying to swallow the main body and become an independent existence.