Master and disciples joined forces, immortal manifestations, the Human Emperor arrived in person

Yue Mingsha gave a low shout and charged forward. Her Immortal Sword left its sheath, unleashing a sky full of sword shadows that forcibly blocked Han Zhaohui's palm strike. The shock waves from the collision of golden-red immortal power blasted stone chips across the mountain gate.

On the other side, Jingyun had also charged in with her Ice Sword, sending countless ice blades shooting toward Huang Maorong. Huang Maorong swept up his ghost qi, and black mist shredded the blades into crushed ice. In an instant, the two were locked in combat.

Four streams of immortal power clashed continuously above the Divine Prison Immortal Sect. The entire Divine Prison Mountain trembled without cease, and even the mortal villages below felt the earth shake. Many low-ranking disciples coughed up blood from the shock waves and hurriedly retreated a thousand miles away.

Using the gusts stirred up by the battle as cover, Yun Che silently circled around to the flank of the battlefield and secretly activated the Myriad Worlds Thief-Catching Hand. Threads of immortal power followed invisible paths, draining from Han Zhaohui and Huang Maorong and flowing soundlessly into Yun Che's body.

Seven hundred points, seven hundred and fifty points... even purer than that fellow Youyi's immortal power! Secretly delighted, Yun Che drove the Thief-Catching Hand at full force, wishing he could drain both men dry in one go.

Only five minutes had passed, and the battle had grown increasingly fierce. Yue Mingsha and Jingyun were both wounded. Although Han Zhaohui and Huang Maorong had suffered little injury, they felt their immortal power draining somewhat quickly.

"Something's wrong! My immortal power seems to be draining much faster than usual." Han Zhaohui forced Yue Mingsha back with a slash and gave a low shout, frowning.

Huang Maorong also looked startled and uncertain. "Mine