The Nether-Knocking Lord kept summoning the three hun and seven po to withstand the feather arrows' power. Finding that his soul power was draining a little too quickly, he looked up and saw Zhang Yuan feasting away. His eyes, normally as still as an ancient well, widened at once.
Could such a despicable person actually exist under heaven?
"So you're a fellow Soul Cultivator. In that case, we aren't enemies-we're on the same side."
Sensing his gaze, Zhang Yuan grinned at the Nether-Knocking Lord and spoke earnestly.
Those words nearly twisted the Nether-Knocking Lord's face out of shape with rage. Having gone this far, he might as well go all the way. He stopped relying solely on external forces and poured out the Ninefold Negation Realm power of the Cavern-Peering Lamp-Kindling Path, blocking all the feather arrows' might before slowly rising.
"Very good. I no longer intend to spare your life," the Nether-Knocking Lord said in a low voice.
Someone this despicable would be bad luck to carry around, even if he were refined into a Corpse Puppet.
To be safe, killing him outright would be better.
The Nether-Knocking Lord took a burning lamp from his sleeve.
The lamp's flame was exceedingly uncanny, mingling pale violet, emerald green, deep blue, blood red, and various other colors. Its outermost layer also radiated an interwoven glow of black, white, and gray.
The moment the Nether-Knocking Lord brought out the lamp, both the demons and evil ghosts hiding within the city and the Corpse Tide attacking from outside began to riot. With a single shared target, they all surged toward the Upper Nether Academy.
"Which Demon King Palace does this power belong to?"
Zhang Yuan unleashed his Purple Mansion Realm magical power, shattering several Lonely Ghosts drawn by the lamp as he pondered.