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On the second level of the earth abyss, there were four faint white-winged figures with disheveled hair. They were fighting against black meter-long scorpions as they were moving away.

Although the scorpions didn’t have any wings, they were able to fly through the air with swift movements and could spit acid from their mouths.

Over an hour later, one of the Flying Spirit Tribe resolved themselves and employed much of their magic power to cast a formidable technique, releasing balls of sparkling blue flames and turning four of the surrounding black scorpions into ashes. Finally, the black scorpions had reluctantly retreated.

The four Flying Spirit Tribe beings let out a long sigh and felt at ease.

But before they could say anything, light flashed from the distant sky and a bloody mist roiled through.

The blood mist was silent and was as fast as a ghost. With several flickers, it drew near the four Flying Spirit Tribe beings and circled around them several times.

The four Flying Spirit Tribe holy disciples were alarmed and hastily assumed a guarded posture.

The blood mist coldly snorted and looked at them with crazed eyes. After its gaze passed the holy disciples, they heard an icy hoarse voice, “Although you aren’t the ones I’m looking for, you’re still out of luck to have come across me.”

With that said, thunder rang from the blood mist and the nearby sky turned blood-red. Bloody clouds began to strangely form and roil in the sky.

“No, run! It’s Heavenly Blood Lightning!” When one of four holy disciples saw this, their expression turned bloodlessly pale and he loudly shouted. Then, he flew off in a yellow streak in panic.

When the other three heard this, they scattered in fright and quickly flew off as well.

But in that instant, thunder clapped in the air and four blood-red lightning bolts flashed down from the sky, strangely bending in different directions before they disappeared from sight. A moment later, the blood-red lightning appeared above the four fleeing holy disciples and struck down.

Four miserable screams sounded and the streaks of light were instantly dispersed by the lightning.

The corpses of the disciples wildly flickered in the lightning before they turned to ash. Their protective treasures and light didn’t pose the slightest resistance.

The blood mist let out a howl of insane laughter, and in a flash of bright blood light, the mist shot off into the distance, soon to disappear without a trace.

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An unknown distance away, Han Li took a shallow breath and looked in front of him. Seven ill-intentioned holy disciples surrounded them and Han Li asked, “Aren't you Fellow Daoists going to find the Infernal Flame Fruit? Why are you blocking us?”

“Our Tian Peng race and yours has no grudges,” Bai Bi sullenly said at the side. His face appeared calm.

The group of people had both dark wings and dark skin. A taller man among them held his hands behind his back and ar

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