The timing of Zhao Shenbi's shot is ingenious, which can be described as seamless and smooth.

As soon as the Dark Blood True Demon's arm was raised, he was about to turn the giant sword and completely tear Darkchen's body in half, but just before his strength could be released and the blade of the sword was about to move, a violent fist slashed his head.

It turned out that Zhao Shenbi had already opened the star spirit body at some point, and the black-gold arc was surging all over his body, and with a punch that was like a mountain, the Changhong that rose from the ground broke through the air and exploded on the body of the dark blood true demon.

The surging force swirled around his body, and he immediately pushed it backwards, and the giant sword inserted in Darkchen's body was immediately drawn.

However, such a terrifying blow did not cause any injuries to the Dark Blood True Demon, almost half of the power was absorbed by the pitch-black scale armor, and only a small part was transmitted to his body.

And after Zhao Shenbi handed out this punch, his already somewhat ugly face was even paler as tin foil at this moment, without a trace of blood at all.

"Dragon Scale Heavenly Demon Armor, I didn't expect that in the Shura Realm, there would be someone who could refine this kind of body armor!" Zhao Shenbi's face was shocked, but his heart was full of fire and ecstasy.

"That's right, although it's only a second-grade dragon scale refining, it's indeed a dragon scale heavenly demon armor. Sumeru also said a little excitedly, "Fortunately, this resentful spirit has no spirituality and doesn't know how to urge, otherwise it wouldn't have been able to shock you to death without attacking at all." ”

After Zhao Shenbi delivered this blow, he did not continue to attack, but retreated to the side and gasped.

Dark Chen, who had just been saved by Zhao Shenbi, was shocked, swallowed the blood gushing up in his throat, sealed the wound on his chest with qi and blood, and said with great joy, "Thank you Zhao Daoyou!"

Even the Stygian Spring stared, as if he didn't expect that the first person to make a move was Zhao Shenbi.

And he also didn't expect that Zhao Shenbi would have such terrifying residual strength.

The Dark Blood True Demon was repelled by Zhao Shenbi's blow, and the resentful spirit behind it roared even more wildly, and the dark and gray spirit body instantly turned blood red, and immediately turned into a crazy ghost.

An unprecedented life-and-death crisis exploded in the hearts of the six.

From the resentful spirits, they felt the ultimate resentment, which was anger at the tragic encounters of the past, and hatred for all living beings.

Even the three of Bai Tao knew that if they didn't make a move, they would not be able to escape death after waiting for the resentful spirit to kill Dark Chen and the others.

Coupled with the diversion effect of the Divine Soul Prohibition, they already have to take action!

In the dimly lit atrium, there were suddenly crystalline snowflakes floating, and a cold wind swept like a knife cutting the face.

On the slender and narrow blade in Bai Tao's hand, a pale flame had already burned, and under the continuous infusion of his qi and blood power, this flame became more and more turbulent, gradually turning into pure white.

Zhao Shenbi's pupils shrank, and this flame like an ice sculpture was obviously fire, but it emitted an extremely cold force that was extremely bone-consoling, causing the temperature in the air to plummet rapidly.

"The body of the Dark Blood True Demon in the half-step Yin Moon Realm, even if it is left for us to besiege for three days and three nights, it will definitely not be able to destroy it. He immediately understood what Bai Tao meant, and hurriedly said, "If we want to win, we can only join forces and kill that resentful spirit with thunder!"

Before Zhao Shenbi's words fell, the rest of the people understood, and at the same time, their hearts were filled with a strong sense of crisis and tension.

As Zhao Shenbi said, their only hope of victory is to sacrifice their strongest means in an instant to kill the resentful spirits with one blow.

And they only get one chance.

If they fail to strike a single blow, allowing the Wraith to withstand the strongest wave of attacks, and as it fuses with the body of the Dark Blood True Demon becomes closer and closer, then what awaits them must be the end of the body in a different place.

It is a life-and-death situation, and the situation is at stake.

Zhao Shenbi even had fine beads of sweat in his palms, and even his breathing became short, and every cell in his body couldn't stop trembling.

But not because of fear.

It's excitement.

He likes this feeling very much, this feeling of life and death, seeking to survive in the face of great pressure and threats, but never giving in, not giving up, forcing himself to finally turn defeat into victory.

When the mountains are opened, the water is broken, the momentum is like a bamboo, and it is indomitable.

However, Zhao Shenbi did not make a move immediately, but took a step back, ignoring the violent backlash injuries in his body, and frantically mobilized all the power he could mobilize.

Ready to go.

Because it's not yet time for him to make a move.

A chirp chirped, like a trumpet in winter, suddenly resounded in the secluded hall.

"Winter's Fury!"

Bai Tao's body twisted, and the whole person had completely turned into a fierce cold wind, spinning and dancing on the tip of the knife, and the cold flames were like lotus flowers in the prosperous world, falling like rain on the body of the Dark Blood True Demon.

The cold flames exploded, and immediately burst into flames, forming a book-thick ice crystal on the scale armor of the Dark Blood True Demon, significantly slowing down his speed.

But the price paid was that the Black Yao Severed Sword fell from the sky, instantly piercing Bai Tao's arm, slashing his left hand holding the knife and the blade into the air, and then slamming it heavily on the ground.

Taking advantage of the gap between the lightning and flint, Atta had already transformed into a rock giant as majestic and rough as a small mountain, and his two arms like Optimus Pillars, one left and one right, pressed the shoulders of the Dark Blood True Demon to the ground, as if to crush him directly to the floor.

However, on Atta's arm, bursts of cobweb-like cracks appeared, which was obviously not easy at all.

He roared in pain, "Hurry! I can't hold on!"

A golden light appeared, like a bridge in the clouds, shining brightly.

It turned out to be a drop of golden tears, dripping from Besha's beautiful big eyes, and it grew in the wind, like thunder, bringing up a golden and brilliant trajectory, which was instantly nailed to the eyebrows of the dark blood true demon.

The golden tears exploded, covering the whole body of the Dark Blood True Demon like glue, making his already sluggish body even more stiff as iron.

And at this moment, Beisha's golden light dimmed, and large swaths of gorgeous gold dust fell off one after another, revealing her white and delicate skin like jade.

Yellow blood burst out from Ata's arm, and he shouted angrily, "This is the time to attack the resentful spirit!"

Dark Chen and the Stygian Spring glanced at each other, and directly opened the Shura body of the Dark Clan with all their might.

"Dark Blood Storm!"

"Dark Blood Extreme Transformation Fourth Form, Boundless Night!"

As soon as the words fell, the blood-colored Shura's body the size of dozens of zhang in the Stygian Spring instantly exploded, turning into a viscous and dense storm of flesh and blood, revolving wildly around the Dark Blood True Demon.

The castle shook, and the floor and staircase of the second attic collapsed, and after being swept away by the aftermath of the Dark Blood Storm, it immediately shattered into powder.

And the body of the dark blood true demon shrouded in the center of the storm was motionless, and the blood-red resentful spirit behind it also let out a terrible wail.

In the next moment, the already dim castle space immediately became pitch black.

It turned out that Darkchen's body had changed, and an endless dark night had formed, shrouded in the sky above the blood-colored storm.

In the dark night, a miniature dark dragon only the size of a thumb flashed out, although the size was extremely small, but the power contained in it was even more violent than any of the previous condensations.

It let out a violent, cold roar, like an arrow, and was about to sink into the back of the wraith's head, shattering it into powder.

However, just when this victory was in sight, a grim smile suddenly appeared on the face of the resentful spirit who did not recognize the human form.

Darkchen's heart tightened, and he turned into a miniature dark dragon even if he wanted to retreat backwards.

But it's too late!