Ye Xishui poured out every last shred of Soul Power in her body, forcibly sustaining the enormous phantom of the Blood Soul Demon Puppet. A crimson barrier stretched across the center of the hall.
But the divine light Mu En unleashed was overwhelmingly powerful.
Cracks spread across the blood-colored wall of light. It crumbled inch by inch, teetering on the verge of collapse.
On the other side, Long Xiaoyao endured the excruciating pain of his damaged foundations and sent the Dark Holy Dragon phantom unfurling with a thunderous roar.
Dense, dark Soul Power surged out, shielding the gravely wounded Zhongli Wu and Feng Ling behind him.
Zhongli Wu clenched his teeth, frantically burning his remaining Soul Power to keep fighting.
Feng Ling fully unleashed her Evil Phoenix Martial Soul. Pitch-black flames of corruption swept through the entire Underground Palace hall as she tried to halt the advancing holy light with Evil Fire.
But the absolute disparity in strength and numbers was not something desperate struggle could overcome.
The Light Dragon King's blazing holy light scorched and ate away at the Blood Soul Demon Puppet's body. Its sacred power suppressed all evil.
Kong Deming's Silver Moon spatial power firmly sealed off every avenue of movement for the Dark Holy Dragon.
Overhead, Chen Xuan's Taotie devouring vortex pressed heavily downward, its terrifying suction enveloping the entire battlefield.
The Holy Spirit Cult's four supreme experts fought back with their lives on the line, but their defenses were still torn apart little by little, collapsing step by step.
Every one of them knew it all too clearly. Today's decisive battle in the Underground Palace would be the final reckoning of their fate.
Just as the crimson barrier was about to shatter completely and holy light was about to engulf the four of them!
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