Fourth-Realm Combat, Unfathomable as Gods and Ghosts (5,000 Words Presented, Happy National

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The black Demon Web hung with human skulls was bound by the azure Dragon Rope and drawn into the Red Wart Gourd.

Peach Capital and Nether Capital, the two Yin-Yang flying swords, faced seven demonic instruments of torture: a needle, hook, awl, knife, chisel, spike, and saw. Sparks flew as metal clashed, an incessant ringing filling the air. The demonic treasures were nimble, but still slightly inferior to Nether Capital; the instruments of torture were sharp, but fell far short of Peach Capital.

Despite fighting two against seven, the two flying swords still held a firm advantage.

The human-skin Banner Flag in the sky danced wildly, like a kite in a gale. However hard this kite struggled or swayed, it could neither soar higher nor escape, for its string held it firmly in place. That string consisted of five large silver thunder seal script characters flashing in the void and a purple Thunder Sword planted in the ground. It drew thunder pulp from the kite and poured it into the earth, holding the human-skin Banner Flag fast.

Higher still, a blazing white Golden Core shone brilliantly in the sky, like a bright sun. The Golden Core flew from the western shore out over the Lingding Ocean, and wherever its white light fell, the wind and waves grew calm. The waves just raised by the fur whip in the Cloaked Ape Dharma Form's hand abruptly subsided. The tremendous backlash of force and violent shift in qi made the Cloaked Ape Dharma Form sway, the fur whip tugging it into a stumble.

Screened by the Golden Core's dharma radiance, the jadeite-bangle-shaped Nine-Link Golden Striking Bracelets became an untraceable afterimage and struck Egui Zi squarely in the back. The demonic cultivator's organs shook, and he opened his