"Yun Ming, you truly deserve to die!"
A voice filled with venomous hatred suddenly rang out.
The Ghost Emperor's figure slowly appeared, dark red blood continuously overflowing from the corners of his mouth, his eyes burning with mad flames. The black robes on his body were already torn to shreds, revealing the deathly pale skin beneath. His entire aura had weakened to the extreme, like a flickering candle in the wind.
The figures of the Dark Hummingbird and the Dark Blood Demon also emerged one after another, their appearances equally wretched and miserable.
"Yun Ming... that madman..." The Dark Blood Demon gnashed his teeth, his voice filled with fury. "I didn't expect that his dying counterattack would unleash such terrifying power."
The Ghost Emperor slowly wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth, his cold gaze sweeping across this once-prosperous Shrek Academy. Amidst the broken walls and ruins, one could faintly make out the former outlines. Black smoke curled up from the scorched earth, and the air was thick with an almost suffocating stench of blood.
Shrek Academy, this legendary institution that had stood for ten thousand years, had ultimately been reduced to dust in the hands of the Holy Spirit Cult.
"However, Yun Ming also paid the price."
The Dark Hummingbird's voice was ice-cold and piercing, carrying a hint of triumph. "His divine position shattered, his divine soul annihilated—that is the fate of those who oppose our Holy Spirit Cult."
The Ghost Emperor nodded slightly, the killing intent in his eyes growing even stronger: "If you don't cut the grass by its roots, it will grow again when the spring wind blows. None of Shrek's remnants can be allowed to escape."
"Yes, Your Excellency Ghost Emperor."
The Dark Blood Demon and the Dark Hummingbird bowed in acknowledgment, their voices filled with bone-chilling coldness.
They naturally understood that only by exterminating every last one could they eliminate all future troubles.
Suddenly, nine dazzling beams of light illuminated the sky, like nine scorching suns hanging in the air. Nine fixed-mounted soul guided cannon shells tore through the air, carrying an aura of destruction that could annihilate everything.
"Luo Guixing, you all go quickly, I'll hold them off!" Ya Li forcibly suppressed the surging grief in her heart, her soul power surging around her.
Sacred radiance bloomed from within her body, exceptionally dazzling in this darkness.
"Your Eminence Holy Spirit!"
Luo Guixing and the others cried out in alarm.
They saw that Ya Li had already flown up, resolutely charging toward those nine fixed-mounted soul guided cannon shells. At this moment, she had already resolved to die.
Yun Ming's fall had taken away all of Ya Li's vitality. Now, she only wished to use this broken body to preserve the final spark of hope for Shrek.
"Yun Ming, I'll send your wife to keep you company!" The Ghost Emperor stared fixedly at Ya Li, a flash of cruel satisfaction in his eyes.
The three of them were in extremely poor condition at the moment and were indeed unsuited to take action personally. Watching Ya Li face nine fixed-mounted soul guided cannon shells alone, the outcome was already sealed.
The Dark Blood Demon and the Dark Hummingbird stood quietly in mid-air, coldly observing everything.
Ya Li raised her head to look at the light points growing closer in the sky, a trace of mournfully beautiful smile appearing at the corner of her mouth. She murmured softly: "Brother Ming, wait for me."
Just then, space suddenly rippled with layers of waves, and a spatial crack abruptly appeared.
Fang Yang, dressed in black robes untainted by a speck of dust. His gaze calmly swept across the nine fixed-mounted soul guided cannon shells in the sky, and he simply raised his hand.
The nine cannon shells emitting an aura of destruction actually came to an abrupt halt in mid-air, as if imprisoned by an invisible force.
This scene stunned everyone.
The Ghost Emperor's pupils contracted violently, exclaiming in shock: "How is this possible?!"
The Dark Blood Demon and the Dark Hummingbird similarly revealed expressions of disbelief. The two subconsciously retreated half a step, their soul power surging around them, facing a great enemy.
Ya Li looked at the suddenly appeared Fang Yang, a glimmer of hope first flashing in her eyes, then dimming again.
"My apologies, Your Eminence Holy Spirit, I arrived late."
Fang Yang turned around, his gaze falling on Ya Li, his voice calm and unwavering.
At the same time, Na'er's figure quickly stepped forward, gently supporting the swaying Ya Li. "Master's wife, are you alright?"
Ya Li stared blankly at the platinum-haired girl supporting her. That familiar face made her momentarily dazed before she murmured: "You are... Na'er?"
"It's me."
Na'er responded softly, her eyes full of concern.
"Na'er, it's good that you're back."
Ya Li nodded slightly, her gaze turning back to Fang Yang: "Fang Yang, thank you for arriving in time."
Fang Yang nodded slightly without saying much. He slowly turned around, those deep eyes falling upon the Ghost Emperor trio in the distance.
That calm gaze, however, made the Ghost Emperor trio instantly feel as if they had fallen into an ice cellar. A chill originating from the depths of their souls suddenly rose, as if being stared at by some primordial ferocious beast, even their breathing stagnated.
The Ghost Emperor forcibly suppressed the trembling in his heart and shouted sternly: "Who goes there? How dare you interfere in the affairs of the Holy Spirit Cult!"
"I can't be bothered to tell you. You don't deserve to hear it." Fang Yang spoke indifferently, his voice calm.
He casually waved his hand.
A larger spatial crack appeared out of thin air, swallowing up all nine fixed-mounted soul guided cannon shells that were suspended in the air.
The next moment, the spatial crack reopened above the heads of the Ghost Emperor trio.
The nine fixed-mounted soul guided cannon shells returned with even more terrifying momentum, whistling down!
The complexions of the Ghost Emperor trio changed drastically. They wanted to dodge in haste, but found that the space around them seemed to have solidified, their movements becoming incredibly sluggish.
"No!"
The Ghost Emperor let out an unwilling roar, watching helplessly as those nine cannon shells grew larger and larger in his pupils.
BOOM—!
Deafening explosions resounded through the clouds, blinding light completely engulfing the three figures.
Violent shockwaves of energy spread in all directions, lifting another layer from the already ruined wasteland.
Fang Yang stood quietly in place, completely unmoved. His gaze pierced through the thick smoke produced by the explosion, coldly watching the area shrouded in destruction.
As the smoke gradually dissipated, it revealed three wretched figures within.
The injuries of the Ghost Emperor trio were even more severe. The Dark Blood Demon had even lost an arm, and the Dark Hummingbird's wings were also incomplete. Only the Ghost Emperor, relying on his profound cultivation, had barely protected his vital points, but his aura was already in complete disarray.
"Who... who exactly are you?"
The Ghost Emperor stared fixedly at Fang Yang, his voice carrying undisguised terror.
Fang Yang slowly raised his hand, palm upward, strands of silver spatial power flowing at his fingertips.
"The one who will send you on your way."
Before his voice fell, his figure had already disappeared from where he stood.
The next moment, he appeared before the Ghost Emperor.
Fang Yang's fingers formed a sword, a silver flash passing by, straight for the Ghost Emperor's brow.
The Ghost Emperor retreated in horror, only to find that the space around him had completely solidified, unable to move an inch.
At this critical moment of life and death, he suddenly bit through his tongue, spraying out a mouthful of essence blood: "Blood Escape!"
Dark red blood mist exploded, and the Ghost Emperor's figure instantly disappeared from where he stood, appearing a hundred meters away. However, there was now a bloody hole in his left shoulder, dark red blood continuously pouring out.
"Interesting."
Fang Yang raised an eyebrow slightly, seemingly somewhat surprised that the Ghost Emperor could dodge this strike.
The next moment, his figure disappeared again, appearing before the Dark Blood Demon.
"No—"
The Dark Blood Demon screamed in terror, bloody light surging around him, attempting a final struggle.
Fang Yang simply pointed out a finger gently.
Silver light flashed, and a tiny bloody hole appeared between the Dark Blood Demon's brows. The light in his eyes rapidly dimmed, and his body fell straight backward.
"Next."
Fang Yang's voice was terrifyingly calm as he turned to look at the Dark Hummingbird.
The Dark Hummingbird was so frightened that his soul scattered, turning to flee, only to find himself unable to move. Silver spatial power acted like invisible chains, firmly binding him.
"Your Excellency Ghost Emperor, save me..."
The cry for help was abruptly cut short.
The Dark Hummingbird's body suddenly began to twist and compress, ultimately turning into a mist of blood that exploded in the air.
In an instant, two Limit Douluos of the Holy Spirit Cult had fallen!
The Ghost Emperor watched helplessly as his two subordinates died tragically, his eyes full of fear. He stared fixedly at Fang Yang, his voice trembling: "You..."
"Spatial Annihilation!"
Fang Yang didn't answer, only slowly raising his hand, silver spatial power condensing in his palm.
The space around the Ghost Emperor suddenly twisted and compressed, countless invisible blades cutting his body.
He let out a miserable scream, his entire body being crushed inch by inch under the pressure of spatial power, ultimately turning into a mist of blood that dissipated into the air.
One of the Two Emperors of the Holy Spirit Cult, the Ghost Emperor, had fallen!
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