"Xuandu! Admit defeat!"

The pallid Netherworld Ghost Fire and the stark black-and-white Taiqing Divine Light collided violently in the skies of the Great Thousand World!

Ssshhh—!

The piercing hiss of corrosion sounded like ten thousand malevolent ghosts shrieking in the night.

The sea of netherworld fire gushing from the Coffin Lamp carried an Annihilation Law of utmost purity, ravenously eating away at the yin-yang field around Xuandu.

This flame was extraordinarily sinister. It did not burn flesh, but extinguished the primordial spirit alone; it could even ignite the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and turn it into fuel!

Xuandu stood upon the Taiji Diagram. Black and white energies transformed into two heaven-spanning yin-yang divine dragons, coiling around him in a defense that admitted neither wind nor rain.

Yet Burning Lamp Daoist was, after all, one of the Three Thousand Guests of Zixiao Palace. His sub-saint magical power had been refined to the utmost, and its reserves were far deeper than Duobao Daoist's.

"Break!"

Burning Lamp Daoist thrust his five skeletal fingers downward, his face as hideous as an evil ghost.

Eighteen enormous ghost-fire palms, condensed from pure annihilation origin essence, tore through layer upon layer of space. With terrifying force that could topple mountains and overturn seas, they slammed into the surface of the Yin-Yang Taiji Diagram one after another!

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Every palm shattered space inch by inch as it struck, shearing a thousand zhang straight off the ground of the Great Thousand World!

Xuandu's expression tightened slightly. His magical power circulated at tremendous speed, and the Yin-Yang Millstone spun rapidly before him, continually dispersing that overwhelming force.

But the Netherworld Ghost Fire was far too insidious and tenacious. Even after the yin-yang energies shed most of its force, the remaining sparks of deathly stillness clung like maggots to bone,