Painted Skin Rakshasa Storms the Immortal City

Ghost Fire Prefect unleashed three ghost arts in succession, with almost no interval between them—fierce and swift, they battered the Earth Fiend Filth God until it could not even strike back and was directly grievously wounded.

Yet such results made Ghost Fire Prefect grow solemn.

He had indeed grievously wounded River of Forgetfulness Prefect's divine projection, but judging from the aura leaking out, the Earth Fiend Filth God's foundation lay not only in its body. Part of it was connected to the great array here.

In that case, let alone grievously wounding it—even if the Earth Fiend Filth God were completely annihilated, it would be born anew from this great array, from this immense quantity of Earth Lung Turbid Qi.

Sure enough, in the next moment, the colossal pillar of turbid qi poured madly into the Earth Fiend Filth God's body.

The Earth Fiend Filth God suddenly threw back its head, like land parched by a long drought receiving sweet rain.

First, its hollow chest rapidly filled, brimming with turbid qi. Then its charred outer layer swiftly peeled away, exposing beneath it a newly born body with even stronger defenses. Finally, it roared at the heavens, its voice shaking the battlefield as it erupted with a vast and terrifying aura.

"As long as the turbid qi does not run dry, the Turbid God shall not die." River of Forgetfulness Prefect's voice rose through the churning turbid qi, carrying a trace of leisure as he mocked and provoked, "Yin Jiuzhu, can your fire burn away the ten thousand years of accumulated filth beneath this Nine Nether underworld?"

Yin Jiuzhu remained silent. Seated cross-legged upon the Charred Bone Lotus Platform, he nevertheless struck frequently.

Yet these ghost arts merely restrained the Earth Fiend Filth God. Their attacks were focused upon the endless