The fire phoenix and nine flying swords continued to press forward, finally crashing into the ghost-face shield.
Unable to withstand the tremendous impact, the shield was immediately driven backward.
Ye Pi's gaze sharpened. Gritting his teeth, he poured an unceasing stream of mana into the shield.
At last, the shield's retreat gradually came to a halt.
Yet the fire phoenix and nine flying swords did not yield an inch, pressing firmly against the shield.
A pained expression surfaced on the shield's ghostly face, making it twist ever more grotesquely.
Billowing corpse qi continuously spewed from its mouth, seemingly seeking to extinguish the blazing flames on the fire phoenix.
But Shi Sanniang's sword incantation never ceased.
For a time, the two sides were locked in a stalemate.
However, one who defended for too long was bound to falter. Anyone with eyes could see that Ye Pi had already fallen into disadvantage; his defeat was only a matter of time.
At that moment.
A furious shout suddenly rang out from within the dark-yellow barrier besieged by numerous corpse puppets.
"Shi Sanniang, we have come to lend you a hand!"
Before the words had faded, the dark-yellow barrier abruptly vanished.
An old man, even somewhat older than Shi Sanniang, led three Mahayana cultivators in a charge.
The old man unleashed a gigantic seal like a mountain and smashed it toward Ye Pi.
As for the three Mahayana cultivators, each activated a magic treasure and charged at the Blood Corpse Sect disciples.
The several people who had come with Shi Sanniang and Shi Min had likewise already begun fighting the Blood Corpse Sect disciples.
In an instant, a chaotic battle erupted, and cries of slaughter shook the heavens.
Ye Pi was already at a disadvantage when the giant seal unleashed by the old man