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The battle on the right side of the backyard:
The instant Wan Hanyou fell, a drastic change swept through the battlefield on the right side of the backyard, where the blackwater mystic marsh churned and shadows twisted.
For the first time, something other than solemn concentration crossed Zhai Henbai's aged face-a mixture of shock, fury, and resolve.
Beside him, Zhi Mengze's face shuddered slightly beneath the shadow of his hood. He had clearly sensed the terrifying disappearance of Wan Hanyou's aura in the distance, with even his lingering resentment erased.
"Roar-! Mysterious Water Nether River: Overturning!"
This was one of Zhai Henbai's strongest profound arts, an offensive battlefield-control technique.
The serpent head and tortoise head reared up and shrieked at the sky together. The vast xuanming black marsh beneath him instantly boiled, transforming into an ink-black, roaring nether river that surged upward toward the heavens.
What flowed within it was no longer ordinary black water, but concentrated netherworld essence imbued with chilling cold, decay, and crushing pressure. Carrying a terrifying will to drown everything and drag all creation into the Nine Hells, it charged head-on into the two dragons' ultimate techniques as they struck once more.
This was a desperate gamble that combined offense and defense, forcibly breaking his opponents' rhythm.
Almost simultaneously, Zhi Mengze's figure merged completely into the Shadow Tree behind him, and a low, hoarse murmur echoed through the domain:
"Eighth Soul Skill: Nightmare Root Seed!"
Countless shadow rootlets, finer than the "Heart-Eroding Vine" and nearly invisible, carried the power to stir the soul's deepest fears and plant indelible nightmare seeds. Bypassing part of their physical defenses, they blanketed Long Jing'an, Yu Yongyuan, and Chen Weizhe indiscriminately like a rain of countless black