"Ah... if this keeps up, we're dead!"
"Exactly! That Ye Chen is too sinister. He ambushed us with nails, and they're terrifying—they keep devouring our Soul Power!"
"Right! Without those nails, who would come out on top would still be anyone's guess!"
Fang Chen's Clones were furious. They had barely exchanged a few blows with Ye Chen before he struck them with the Nine Nether Soul Devouring Nails. The nails burrowed into their minds and kept devouring their souls. In that state, they could not focus on fighting him at all.
Just then, a streak of black light tore through the Chaos Matter and slammed into the Xuanhuang Bell.
Clang!
A deafening crash rang through the Chaos Space, and the Xuanhuang Bell went flying.
The terrifying force restraining Fang Chen's Clones dissipated with it.
Ye Chen's body jolted, and his face went pale. He looked up at the black light that had sent the Xuanhuang Bell flying and saw a dark, ugly stone. Crisscrossing marks covered its pitted surface, as though dogs had gnawed on it ten million times.
At the sight of the Black Stone, Fang Chen's Clones sprang to life. "It's Fang Chen! He's back!"
The Saints of the Glazed Sword Sect saw the stone too. Those whose Cultivation had not reached the Saint Realm could not see what was happening inside the Chaos Space at all.
The fighters in the Chaos Space were like mortals battling underwater. Ordinary people could not see beneath the surface.
The Saints of the Glazed Sword Sect were overjoyed when they saw the Black Stone.
"It's Junior Uncle-Master's stone! He's back!"
"Hahaha! Wonderful, wonderful! Junior Uncle-Master is back!"
"Floating Immortal Elder has finally returned!"
The Saints of the Glazed Sword Sect could barely contain their excitement.
The Saints of the other factions