Utterly crushing a Purple-Rank Coffin Bearer-Great Yin Nether Heaven-Rending Claw, here I come

At last, after passing through a forest shrouded in black mist, he saw the valley ahead, enveloped in the aura of death.

At the center of the valley, a familiar figure sat cross-legged, surrounded by a faint barrier of azure lightning, struggling to resist the black death qi constantly encroaching from all sides.

It was Ye Qingshuang, but her face was now as pale as paper, a trace of blood hung at the corner of her mouth, and her aura was so weak it was almost imperceptible. Her clothes were already in tatters as well; she had clearly been through a brutal battle.

Opposite her, a figure carrying a purple coffin on his back and shrouded in black robes slowly approached. The withered palm extending from beneath his robes flickered with a ghostly green glow, radiating heart-stopping pulses of death.

"A Coffin Bearer from the Land of Shells, just as I thought!" Yun Che's gaze turned utterly cold, and his Mental Thought Sword, already made solid, shot out at tremendous speed.

The Purple-Rank Coffin Bearer was named Song Shijie. He chuckled. "Ye Qingshuang, stop your futile struggling. You have no choice but to become a shell for our Land of Shells."

Before he finished speaking, Song Shijie seemed to sense something. He abruptly turned toward the direction of Yun Che's attack, a flicker of surprise and uncertainty crossing the eyes hidden in the shadows beneath his black robes. Then he snorted coldly, the ghostly green light on his withered palm flaring as he reached out to seize the hurtling Mental Thought Sword with his bare hand.

"Hmph, you reckless fool! You dare show off your paltry tricks before me?"

Yet the instant his palm touched the Mental Thought Sword, a piercing scream rang out. The grayish-white Mental Thought Sword effortlessly