Yan'e was overjoyed.
"Ying Wu, Extreme Yin has met his end. You're next."
The thousand-zhang ghost immediately turned and lunged toward Ying Wu.
The chain also snapped taut, shooting straight at Ying Wu.
Just as Yan'e was about to turn his full strength against Ying Wu, he suddenly sensed the aura of a living person behind him.
"It's Extreme Yin! He's not dead!"
Alarm bells instantly rang in Yan'e's mind.
But before he could react, two blood-red beams shot over, bathing the seven-story miniature pagoda above his head in their light.
Yan'e immediately felt a slight sluggishness from this supreme-grade defensive spirit treasure that had accompanied him for countless years.
Fortunately, that sluggishness was very faint.
Under his forceful urging, the seven-story pagoda remained within his control.
The defensive barrier formed by the pagoda also remained intact, though its power had diminished slightly.
However-
At that moment, nine dark-red transparent blades completely ignored the defensive barrier, passed straight through it, and sank into the back of his head.
"Urgh-"
Yan'e let out a low groan, pain surfacing on his face.
Yet he clenched his teeth and focused entirely on powering the seven-story pagoda.
Although Extreme Yin's successive sneak attacks were bizarre, he knew that as long as the defensive barrier held, his opponent could not truly threaten his life.
However, those Nine Transparent Blades actually contained a potent poison that targeted the soul.
This poison was far more troublesome than Extreme Yin's spiritual sense attack itself. Like an ulcer clinging to the bone, it constantly ate away at his soul, and he could not expel it for the time being.
Yan'e no longer dared attempt to kill Ying Wu and had already called the thousand-zhang ghost and chain back to his aid.
"Ying Wu!"
Song Wen's thunderous shout suddenly rang