"Roar!" Having suffered a minor setback, the Ghost King let out a furious roar. Black light flashed across his body, and another two arms emerged, slamming viciously down on the river of blood.
The viscous river of blood was once again severed by the Ghost King's four arms. This time, however, it did not coalesce again. Instead, blood-red light flashed, and the entire river swept over him.
Caught off guard, the Ghost King had never expected the young man to have such a move. Unable to dodge in time, he was engulfed by the river of blood.
The viscous blood clung to his body with a sizzling hiss. In the blink of an eye, it corroded his flesh into a mass of rotting, fist-sized holes.
Xiao Yu drew a sharp breath at the sight, inwardly astonished. The river of blood Shi Yu had unleashed was powerful enough to effortlessly corrode even the Ghost King's clearly formidable body.
"Quick, Fellow Daoist Jin!" After unleashing this move, Shi Yu's face had lost every trace of color. He looked utterly exhausted.
"Good! Well done, Fellow Daoist Shi!" Jin Xuan praised him, barely suppressing his injuries. He gathered all his magical power and poured it frantically into the small hammer and awl in his hands, then struck them together with every ounce of his strength.
With a soft pop, a white lightning spear as thick as an arm and twenty feet long emerged from the tip of the awl, then shot toward the Ghost King in a flash.
"I'll tear you all into ten thousand pieces!" Injured, the Ghost King flew into a towering rage. With a thunderous roar, he released billowing yin energy that made the entire square as cold as an ice cellar.
The yin energy closed around his body, washing away