A destructive divine light burst from the Red-Clad Ghost Emperor's mouth, charging straight at Ye Xiwen's face with terrifying force, seeking to blow his entire head apart.
This divine light was swift and fierce, fast to the absolute extreme. In the blink of an eye, it had already pounced before Ye Xiwen.
"Hmph!"
Ye Xiwen did not move, merely continuing to press down. Yet streaks of divine radiance continuously blossomed from his body, forcibly rippling out in layer after layer. That destructive light could not even pierce within three inches of Ye Xiwen's face before it was stopped.
Yet at this moment, Ye Xiwen's sword radiance had already fallen without mercy.
Wave after wave of ghostly qi erupted from the Red-Clad Ghost Emperor, transforming into tangible force to resist Ye Xiwen. But it was useless. The sword radiance swiftly cleaved it all apart, unable even to offer the slightest resistance.
"Pfft!"
The sound of a sword radiance tearing through everything rang out. Then everyone saw a spray of golden blood. The Red-Clad Ghost Emperor's delicate face was split into two from the middle, blood spraying forth like a torrential downpour.
One sword strike—only one sword strike—and the Red-Clad Ghost Emperor, who stood at the same stage as Ye Xiwen, was heavily wounded, cleaved in half on the spot.
Even with an Emperor Lord's regenerative power, recovering from such injuries would severely drain one's vitality.
Seeing that Ye Xiwen was about to continue his pursuit, the Red-Clad Ghost Emperor's body, split into two halves, retreated again and again. Ghostly qi billowed from her wounds, driving out Ye Xiwen's Sword Qi, as her shrill roar rang out.
"What are you still watching for? Hurry up and attack!"
"No, we can't let him keep acting so arrogantly. Attack!"
At this moment, the dark