As the attacks from both sides intensified, the heart of the Wu Protector grew heavier. Yao Lao's unparalleled soul power, and the troublesome and powerful Bone Spirit Cold Fire, were far beyond his expectations.
When the Wu Protector was tightly entangled by Yao Lao and unable to pay attention to other things, Xiao Ling's eyes suddenly focused, and he instantly mobilized his soul power, unleashing the Phantom Dream Spirit Shadow without warning.
A layer of illusory light emanated from his brows, quickly enveloping the Wu Protector like ripples. With his soul cultivation reaching the spiritual realm, the power of the Phantom Dream Spirit Shadow was fully exerted.
The Wu Protector felt the scene before his eyes change instantly, and in an instant he was trapped in a blurry illusion, and his movements also stopped.
Upon seeing this, Yao Chen's eyes flashed with a cold gleam, and he shouted, "Break the Bone Cold Flame Ruler!" The moment he shouted, the Xuanzhong Ruler in his hand, encased in Bone Spirit Cold Fire, became the sole focal point of the universe.
The Bone Spirit Cold Fire blazed fiercely, its once azure white flame now radiating an incomparably intense heat, a terrifying force capable of incinerating everything.
Flames erupted from the Xuanzhong Ruler, instantly transforming into countless razor-sharp, massive flaming blades. These blades spun at high speed, emitting a sharp, piercing sound as they sliced through the air, shattering the surrounding air into a raging, dazzling tornado of flame.
Wherever the tornado passed, space distorted noticeably, as if even the very space itself could not withstand the scorching, violent force.
Yao Chen soared out like a ghost, the Xuanzhong Ruler in his hand slashing fiercely at the Guardian Wu with unstoppable momentum.
Before the ruler could truly reach Guardian Wu, the surging pressure of the flames surged towards him like a tidal wave, making him feel as if he were in a sea of fire, the scorching heat threatening to ignite his soul.
The moment Guardian Wu broke free from the illusion, he sensed this deadly danger, but it was too late to dodge and he could only bite the bullet and raise the black chain to block it.
"Bang!"
The Xuanzhong ruler and the black chain collided violently, emitting a deafening roar. The flaming blade sliced frantically at the black chain, and the chain, once filled with evil aura, gradually showed signs of melting under the burning of the Bone Spirit Cold Fire.
Guardian Wu trembled, the black mist surrounding his soul body violently swirled, and his aura instantly weakened.
How could Xiao Ling miss such a golden opportunity? He quickly formed seals with his hands and shouted, "Great Wilderness Prisoning Heaven Finger, one finger imprisons heaven and earth!"
In an instant, Xiao Ling's fingers shone with an incredibly dazzling golden light, a radiant glow that resembled a sun suddenly born from his fingertips.
Immediately afterwards, a golden finger, so immense it seemed to pierce the heavens, appeared out of thin air. This finger seemed to contain boundless power, and the surrounding space seemed to be imprisoned by its overwhelming pressure.
With devastating force, the golden finger crushed towards the Guardian Wu. Wherever it passed, space crackled under the weight, as if ready to shatter and collapse at any moment.
Guardian Wu stared at the massive golden finger in horror and tried to flee, but found himself bound by an incredibly powerful force, unable to move.
"Damn it! How is this possible!" Guardian Wu's eyes widened in anger, the crimson glow intensifying. His body twisted violently, as if locked in a desperate struggle against an invisible force.
His hands flailed wildly, attempting to tear the invisible shackles apart, his legs stomping relentlessly, turbulently disrupting the surrounding air.
The golden light from Xiao Ling's fingertips grew increasingly dazzling, and the shadowy golden finger descended like a mountain.
Guardian Wu roared, and a black mist billowed from his black chains, attempting to resist the terrifying blow.
However, under the overwhelming force of the Great Desolate Prisoner's Heaven Finger, the black chains broke apart, dissipating in wisps of black smoke.
"Bang!"
The golden finger slammed heavily into Guardian Wu, unleashing a burst of dazzling light. Within the glow, Guardian Wu's soul trembled violently, and the black mist thinned considerably.
Yao Chen seized this opportunity to attack again. The Xuanzhong Ruler in his hand danced like the wind, and the Bone Spirit Cold Fire danced across it, transforming into blazing rays of flame that shot towards Guardian Wu.
The guardian Wu was exhausted from dealing with the attack. He was hit by flames in many places, and black smoke continued to emerge from the wounds on his soul body.
Xiao Ling danced with his hands, changing his finger techniques continuously. Golden rays of light shot out from his fingertips and shot towards the guardian Wu like sharp arrows.
The guardian Wu dodged left and right, but was still hit by several golden rays of light and stumbled back.
At this time, the guardian Wu was already at the end of his strength. His black chains were almost broken by the flames. The black mist on his soul body became thinner and his breath became weaker.
"You...you will not die well! The Soul Palace will not let you go!" The guardian Wu roared at the top of his lungs.
"At the pinnacle of fighting, proud of the world, with me, Xiao Ling, the sky is mine."
"In this life, I, Xiao Ling
, am destined to be invincible. The Soul Palace? Nothing but withered bones in a grave." Xiao Ling looked down at the impotent and furious black-robed figure. His fighting spirit instantly coalesced into a vast, sky-shattering hand, and he fiercely pinched the black-robed figure, as if grasping an insignificant ant.
"Hmph! Today is your death!" Yao Chen snorted coldly, wielding the Xuanzhong Ruler fiercely. A massive flaming blade slashed towards the guardian Wu.
Xiao Ling simultaneously unleashed the most powerful move of the Great Desolation Prisoning Heaven Finger: "Great Desolation Prisoning Heaven Hand!"
Xiao Ling's hands danced rapidly, immense energy madly converging upon his palms. Immediately, a massive and immensely powerful golden hand appeared from thin air, blasting out with the force of thunder.
The golden hand's radiance was dazzling, warping and deforming space wherever it passed, carrying with it a devastating pressure. It fused with Yao Chen's flaming blade, creating a terrifying force that seemed capable of crushing everything in the world into dust.
"Ah!"
Under this terrifying attack, Guardian Wu let out a scream, his soul instantly becoming as transparent as a veil, nearly dissolving.
Seeing himself trapped in a desperate situation, the black mist surrounding his soul swirled wildly. His already ferocious features twisted to the extreme, his eyes gleaming with desperate madness.
"Hahahaha, you forced me to do this!" He let out a shrill, piercing laugh, then rapidly chanted an incantation.
In an instant, the surrounding space was engulfed in a darkness as thick as inky black, and countless shrill wails suddenly rang out, a chilling sound. Countless twisted, malevolent spirits, emanating an evil aura, erupted from the darkness, rushing towards Yao Chen and Xiao Ling like a tidal wave.
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"This... this is the Ten Thousand Soul Devouring Formation!" Yao Chen's face suddenly changed, but he quickly regained his composure. "I've had many conflicts with the Soul Palace before, and I've heard of this formation before. If you use this evil formation today, you won't escape!"
He then quickly pulled a mysterious treasure from his bosom. The treasure emanated a strange light, and wherever it reached, the movements of the evil spirits seemed to be hindered.
The guardian Wu was now frantic, the light on his soul body flickering and threatening to dissipate at any moment, but his eyes were filled with determination: "Hmph, even if you're prepared, you won't escape death today!"
The evil spirits bared their fangs and claws, emitting sharp screams, filled with endless resentment and rage, as if they were determined to tear all living things to pieces.
Yao Chen's expression was solemn, and he quickly formed seals with his hands, controlling the treasure. The light from the treasure grew stronger, forming a powerful soul vortex.
The approaching evil spirits were involuntarily drawn into it upon contact. Yao Chen shouted, "Collect!" The vicious spirits were sucked into the treasure one after another.
However, the guardian Wu continued to frantically activate the formation, attempting to free more of them from Yao Chen's grasp. Though his breath grew weaker and his soul grew more translucent, he refused to accept defeat.
"Damn it! You won't succeed!" the guardian Wu roared at the top of his lungs.
At that moment, a cold glint flashed in Xiao Ling's eyes, and his hands danced swiftly. Under his control, the Azure Lotus Earth Core Fire and the Golden Emperor Burning Heaven Flame intertwined and merged.
A two-colored fire lotus slowly formed before him, its flames swirling, its violent energy causing the surrounding space to tremble slightly. Xiao Ling shouted, "Two-colored fire lotus, explode!"
The two-colored fire lotus shot towards the guardian Wu like a meteor, and upon contact, it erupted with devastating force.
"Boom!"
With a resounding roar, a terrifying surge of energy exploded, instantly shattering the entire mountaintop, sending tumbling rocks and billowing smoke and dust.
A massive wave of fire swept out from the sea of black fog, its aftermath instantly reducing trees within a thousand meters of the valley to ash.
Looking down from above, one could see that within a thousand meters of the valley, the lush greenery vanished almost instantly. Even the forest a thousand meters away had turned a withered yellow. Clearly, the intense heat of the fire had evaporated all moisture from the air. The power of the
Fire Lotus was terrifying!
Xiao Ling stared sharply at the battle-ravaged area. The figure of the Wu Guardian had become blurry in the thick smoke.
He struggled with difficulty amidst the ruins. The thick black fog that had once enveloped him now thinned to a barely perceptible level. His black robe was tattered, scorched in many places by the flames, and wisps of black smoke rose from the damaged areas.
The Guardian Wu's spirit body was utterly weakened, its light flickering like a candle in the wind, poised to go out at any moment. His face was twisted with agony, his eyes devoid of their former fierceness and arrogance, replaced by deep fear and despair.
His body trembled, each movement labored, as if carrying a heavy burden. His once powerful aura was now dwindling, leaving only the frail, lingering pulse of his energy.
Xiao Ling approached, and the Guardian Wu instinctively tried to retreat, but could only collapse helplessly to the ground, no longer able to resist.
He opened his mouth, as if to speak, but only a weak, hoarse sound emanated. Finally, he dropped his head, awaiting his fate, seemingly giving up the struggle.
Xiao Ling gazed upon the smoke-filled, devastated scene before him, and finally breathed a sigh of relief. This thrilling battle seemed finally over.
His chest rose and fell rapidly, and he gasped for air, as if trying to fill his lungs with fresh air.
His once spotless robes were now slightly wrinkled and slightly torn.
Yao Chen drifted to Xiao Ling's side, his soul's glow dimming slightly, evidently drained of energy.
Suddenly, Xiao Ling sensed a strange spiritual fluctuation. The nearly dissipated soul of the Wu Guardian transformed into countless tiny points of light, attempting to escape under the cover of the smoke and dust.
Xiao Ling's gaze fixed, and he snorted coldly, "Still thinking of escaping?"
He quickly formed seals with his hands, and powerful soul power surged out, forming an invisible cage that enveloped the light points.
From Xiao Ling's palms, a wisp of emerald green flame rose, enveloping the soul points. Xiao Ling then produced a jade bottle and dropped it into it. With a wave of his hand, a thin curtain of emerald green flame formed around the bottle's mouth.
With a flash of white light in his hand, Xiao Ling placed the jade bottle containing the soul of the Wu Guardian into his storage ring. "A six-star Dou Zong soul body, I can't let you get away like this. If this Wu Guardian can bring Brother Kuang Kuang here, it would be great. That way, we can have another Dou Zong body."
Xiao Ling turned to look at Yao Chen, and asked with some concern, "Yao Lao, how are you doing?"
Hearing Xiao Ling's question, Yao Chen shook his head lightly and said calmly, "Although my soul power has been depleted, it's not very serious. After I refine this evil spirit, I will take the Seven Illusions Soul-Clearing Pill. It will greatly help my current soul power."
Xiao Ling glanced at the jade bottle in Yao Chen's hand and nodded slightly. Then, looking around, he said in a deep voice, "This commotion is quite a big deal. Those people from the Imperial Capital will probably come to investigate the situation later. To avoid any trouble, it's best for us to leave this place first."
"Alright, I'll need some time to deal with this evil spirit." As soon as he finished speaking, Yao Chen entered the Bone Flame Ring on Xiao Ling's finger.
Xiao Ling withdrew a Dou Qi-restoring pill from the ring and took it into his mouth. The pill instantly transformed into a warm current that dissolved in his stomach. Suddenly, he felt that most of the Dou Qi he had consumed in the previous battle had been restored, and his body felt much lighter.
A pair of cyan-gold Dou Qi wings unfolded behind him. With a slight flutter, Xiao Ling transformed into a stream of light and flew towards the Holy City of Jiama.
Shortly after Xiao Ling left, a stream of cyan light streaked across the sky, swiftly arriving at the battlefield.
The light dissipated, revealing a graceful figure: Yun Yun, the current head of the Yunlan Sect.
Yun Yun's beautiful eyes gazed at the devastated land, her brow furrowed in shock.
The area, once lush and hilly, now lay in ruins. A vast, deep crater, like a hideous wound, was a horrifying sight. Wisps of smoke rose from the charred earth, as if telling of the fierceness and brutality of the battle.
Yun Yun gazed upon the ruins, her mind racing. "Such a tragic scene must be the result of a fierce battle between Dou Zong powerhouses," she mused. "But I wonder which powerhouses are fighting here. If such a terrifying force were to target the Jia Ma Empire or the Yun Lan Sect, the consequences would be disastrous."
(End of Chapter)