The fog was as thick as lead, and there was a deathly Soundless.
As soon as Su Yu finished speaking, "We also offer home delivery," he didn't even change his posture; he simply raised his right hand.
He spread his five fingers and gently waved them towards the deepest part of the thick fog ahead.
It seemed as if they were merely trying to shoo away annoying mosquitoes and flies.
Buzz!
In an instant, the dense fog surrounding him, which stretched for dozens of feet, surged violently, and hundreds of extremely refined bluish-gray divine consciousness spikes appeared out of thin air!
These spikes, no more than a foot long and simple in form, carry a heavy suppressive intent originating from the " Purple-Gold Prison-Suppressing Scripture," while also possessing the unique sharpness of the " Clear Nether Spirit Refinement Art," capable of piercing through all illusions.
They made no sound as they pierced the air, disappearing into the thick fog like ghosts, shooting off in one direction!
"Oh no, we've been discovered!"
A short, startled cry came from the fog, filled with disbelief and astonishment.
Immediately afterwards, three blurry black figures scrambled and shifted in the mist, trying to avoid the Soundless rain of death.
However, those bluish-gray spiritual spikes seemed to have eyes, and no matter how they changed positions, they remained inseparable, blocking all escape routes.
Sizzle! Sizzle!
Two muffled thuds were the sounds of divine sense piercing into flesh, only to be barely blocked by protective magical artifacts or secret techniques.
The three figures were ultimately unable to completely evade the attack and were forced to reveal themselves from their hiding places, landing twenty feet in front of Su Yu.
The leader was a thin, pale-faced man dressed in tight-fitting black clothes, with lips as thin as blades and a sinister look in his eyes.
He looked somewhat frail, but the spiritual energy emanating from his body was cold and viscous.
This person was none other than Du Ming, an elder of the Blood Baleful Intent Hall Earth Realm Second Layer Spirit Refinement Artist.
The two people beside him were both at the Peak Mystic Realm.
Du Ming's face was extremely ugly.
The three of them were experts in stealth and assassination, and they had sneaked all the way here, confident that even a demon at the Earth Realm Third Layer would not be able to detect them.
But the opponent was just an eighteen-year-old Demon Suppression Commandant, who had locked onto the location before they could even make a move, and launched such a precise and ruthless counterattack.
The intelligence is incorrect!
"Hehe..."
Suppressing the shock in his heart, Du Ming forced a stiff smile onto his pale face and said in a hoarse voice, "As expected of the youngest captain in the history of the Demon Suppression Bureau, you truly live up to your reputation."
His eyes kept flashing as he pretended to talk to buy time while secretly gathering his spiritual senses to prepare for a fatal blow.
"Boy, how many merits did the Demon Suppression Bureau give you to make you risk your life in this desolate place?"
"Interested in switching allegiance? Our Blood Baleful Intent Hall values geniuses like you most."
Before the words were finished, a strong, foul-smelling, sinister spiritual force suddenly attacked.
This divine sense, like a venomous snake lurking in the mud, bypassed direct defense and struck Su Yu's temple from a tricky angle!
[ Blood Soul Spike ], the signature sneak attack technique of the Blood Baleful Intent Hall, is specifically designed to break through the weak points of the soul's defense.
Su Yu's gaze remained calm, and he didn't even lift his eyelids.
Is that all the tricks you've got?
Very well, it's a good opportunity to test the power of the new technique.
Just as that sinister divine sense was about to touch his scalp, it suddenly crashed into an invisible mountain.
No, this force is more solid and heavier than mountains.
That was the Purple-Gold Prison-Suppressing Platform, which floated silently in Su Yu's sea of consciousness.
After incorporating the Azure Nether Spirit Refinement Art, the defenses of the Prison-Suppressing Platform became even more refined and impenetrable.
Thump!
A barely audible muffled sound did not resonate outside, but exploded within Du Ming's sea of consciousness.
His [ Blood Soul Spike ], unleashed with all his might, was like an egg striking black iron; it couldn't even create a ripple before being shattered inch by inch by the heavy and domineering power of the Prison Suppression.
puff!
Du Ming's body trembled violently, as if struck by a heavy blow. He coughed up a mouthful of blood, and his face instantly turned from pale to deathly ashen.
Backlash against the soul!
His eyes widened as he stared intently at Su Yu, his gaze filled with horror, as if he had seen a monster.
How could that be!
As a Earth Realm Second Layer Spirit Refinement, I launched a sneak attack with all my killing intent, but my opponent didn't even raise a hand to defend. He shattered the attack with his own strength and even severely injured me in return.
Is this really just the Earth Realm First Level?
"Sparring partners should be more professional."
Su Yu finally spoke, his tone flat, as if he were commenting on an apprentice who was not yet proficient.
"Before launching a sneak attack, you should at least find out the details of your opponent."
As soon as he finished speaking, he remained standing in place, the " Azure Nether Purple-Gold Spirit Refinement Record " in his sea of consciousness quietly activating.
This time, he no longer unleashed hundreds of divine sense spikes for a wide-range attack.
A wisp of bluish-gray mist, so thin it was almost invisible to the naked eye, slowly spread out from his body, instantly enveloping the entire valley floor.
This mist is the physical manifestation of the power of the Azure Nether.
Despite the excruciating pain in his mind, Du Ming roared, his heart pounding with alarm bells, "Attack together! Use an area-of-effect attack! Don't let him..."
The conversation abruptly ended.
He was horrified to discover that his mental connection with his two subordinates had been completely severed by the eerie mist.
Moreover, his divine senses, which he relied on for self-protection, became dull and sluggish in the fog, as if he were trapped in the deep sea, surrounded by a cold and oppressive power.
"This is... a domain?" a Peak Mystic Realm assassin exclaimed in shock, his face filled with horror.
Su Yu gently shook his head.
This is not a specific area.
Rather, it is a capability that is even more insidious and harder to defend against than any domain.
"It's noisy."
Su Yu said calmly.
Three strands of dark golden light, as thin as hair, suddenly separated from the surrounding bluish-gray mist.
The light flashed and disappeared in an instant.
ah--!
Two short, shrill screams rang out in succession.
A crimson dot simultaneously appeared between the brows of the two Peak Mystic Realm assassins.
The light in their eyes faded rapidly, as if their souls had been forcibly ripped out, and their bodies fell straight backward, their life force completely extinguished.
The dark golden light contained the power to Prison Suppression, which completely obliterated the soul the moment it touched it.
Instant kill!
Du Ming felt ice-cold all over, a chill running from his tailbone straight to the top of his head.
Only now did he fully realize what a terrifying being he had provoked.
This is no ordinary genius; he's clearly a monster disguised as a teenager!
escape!
This thought instantly occupied his entire mind.
Du Ming decisively burned his own essence blood, his body transforming into a streak of blood light, and turned to flee.
Did I give you permission to leave?
Su Yu's voice seemed to come from the deepest abyss, ringing in Du Ming's ears.
Du Ming felt the bluish-gray mist around him suddenly solidify, like a hard Panshi, binding him firmly and making him unable to move at all.
The next moment, he saw Su Yu slowly raise his right hand, extend his index finger, and gently tap it towards him.
A streak of light, interwoven with shades of bluish-gray and dark gold, streaked through the air. It wasn't fast, but it carried a power that locked everything in place, leaving no room for escape.
Du Ming let out a desperate roar, unleashing all the remaining spiritual power in his sea of consciousness, condensing it into a twisted, blood-red shield in front of him.
However, the moment the streak of light struck the blood shield, no violent collision occurred.
It passed right through.
The all-pervasive nature of the Azure Nether Force was on full display at this moment.
The stream of light passed through the blood shield and protective Gang Qi, finally settling steadily into Du Ming's brow.
Du Ming's body froze instantly.
He felt no physical pain, only that his consciousness was being forcibly dragged into an endless, ancient prison.
The entire prison was constructed in dark gold and bluish-gray, and countless chains engraved with mysterious runes attacked from all directions, tightly binding and suspending his soul.
Below the prison cell, a massive and imposing stone platform slowly rotated.
That was a millstone specifically designed to grind away the divine soul!
"No--!"
This was Du Ming's last thought in the world.
Outside, his body stood still for three breaths before collapsing heavily to the ground, completely silent.