The air seemed to be ignited, and a scorching heat rushed towards us.
Behind them, Ye Changge watched the battle quietly, his face cold and indifferent.
As if this brutal slaughter had nothing to do with her, her heart was actually in turmoil:
"I never imagined that soul power cultivators were all so powerful."
Soul power is impossible to defend against; it is the nemesis of martial artists.
Moreover, Black Impermanence, a ghost messenger from the Underworld, is...
Their methods are naturally beyond the reach of ordinary people.
Her eyes were fixed on the battle, and she secretly gathered strength in her hands, ready to lend a helping hand at any moment.
Sure enough, when Ye Changge looked at Black Impermanence again,
His soul power seemed to boil like magma.
The offensive suddenly became several times more fierce, and within a few rounds,
His opponent made numerous mistakes, which he seized upon in an instant.
A flash of light from the scythe shattered the opponent's soul defenses with pinpoint accuracy, reaping their life.
After slaying the enemy, Black Impermanence did not linger in battle.
Like a black lightning bolt, it rushed towards Wei Zhuang's location.
At this moment, Wei Zhuang is locked in a fierce battle with the Black Tree Clan Chief, and the situation is extremely precarious.
" The Black Tree Clan is said to be descendants of the divine tree, Heize."
"Your skill is a disgrace to your ancestors."
Black Impermanence, his face full of mockery, tried to disturb the clan leader's composure.
" Human Race, you're asking for death!"
Upon hearing this, the Black Tree Clan Chief reacted as if a powder keg had been ignited.
His face was filled with anger, and in an instant,
The black energy surged and churned like a volcanic eruption.
The surrounding space seemed to be overwhelmed, rippling with layers of black light.
It was as if everything trembled and submitted to this energy.
" The Black Sea Surges to the Heavens!"
The patriarch roared, and in an instant, waves of black energy surged forth.
A frenzy swept outwards in a ring around him.
It seemed as if it wanted to devour this entire world into an endless abyss of darkness.
The waves roared, each spray resembling a black beast ready to devour its prey.
Carrying the immense power to crush everything,
Space itself groaned under the weight of the impact.
Ripples spread out, making the place where everyone stood seem like a lone boat on a raging sea, swaying precariously.
"A trivial skill!"
Black Impermanence showed no fear, his figure flashing and weaving like a ghost amidst the black waves.
The scythe of death lashed out streaks of dark light, like shooting stars in the night.
Precisely shattering those black waves that tried to get close.
Each strike unleashed powerful soul force, repelling the incoming energy impact.
However, the power of this supernatural ability was truly astonishing; even with Black Impermanence's exceptional agility,
He was still hit by the aftershocks several times, his clothes were tattered.
The skin cracked, and blood seeped out, only to be instantly corroded by black energy into eerie black lines.
It was as if black curse marks were crawling all over his body, and the pain was like ants gnawing at his bone marrow.
Wei Zhuang, standing to the side, also felt immense pressure; the longsword in his hand gleamed.
Sword Qi Vertical and Horizontal, each Sword Qi capable of temporarily cleaving through the black waves.
They gained a brief respite, but the clan leader's offensive continued relentlessly.
Like a surging, endless black tide, the two gradually showed signs of exhaustion.
Each resistance became increasingly difficult.
The ground beneath their feet was shaken and cracked by the energy impact.
Black Impermanence's expression changed, a fierce glint flashed in his eyes, and he resolved to fight a desperate battle.
" The Three Forms of Death, the Ultimate Technique— Soul Annihilation Across the Nine Heavens!"
Black Impermanence roared to the sky, his soul power burning like black karmic flames.
Rising and surging wildly, the scythe of death slowly rose.
Absorbing all the surrounding wandering soul energy, the blade's light changed from dim to a dazzling blood-red glow.
Then it transformed into pure, dark blackness, so profound it seemed capable of Shiling.
Suddenly, he swung his sword down.
A black blade of Heaven-Reaching, reaching the heavens and piercing the earth, slashed out furiously.
Where the blade's edge passed, the space seemed to be cut like paper by a sharp blade.
A dark rift suddenly appeared, from which faint, mournful howls of the dead could be heard.
It rushed straight toward the black ocean, as if to cleave the endless Black Sea in two.
The Black Tree Clan Chief's expression changed drastically, and he rapidly formed hand seals.
Black ocean waves piled up in front of him.
It coalesced into a black shield several meters thick.
Runes surged across the shield's surface, resembling the scales of an ancient behemoth.
It shimmered with a mysterious light, attempting to withstand this earth-shattering attack.
With a deafening roar, as if it were the Chaos Explosion at the beginning of time, a tremendous sound rang out.
The blade's edge collided with the shield, instantly unleashing a dazzling display of light.
The intense light stung everyone's eyes, and a violent energy surged forth.
The surrounding boulders were instantly crushed into powder, and the ground collapsed.
It formed a bottomless pit.
The pit was filled with smoke, resembling the entrance to the Nine Nether Hell.
As the light dimmed, the Black Tree Clan Chief was seen spitting out blood.
His face was ashen white, and the shield in front of him was shattered.
The residual energy ripples continued to vibrate, like a broken spider web trembling in the wind.
"Ahem... Human Race, don't be so smug! How could this patriarch be defeated so easily!"
He gritted his teeth, forcing himself to stand, and rapidly changed hand seals in front of his chest.
A deeper, more eerie black light slowly condensed from his palm.
Countless faces seemed to be struggling in pain within the light.
The roar was so intense, so tangible, that it seemed almost real.
At this moment, the battlefield situation was extremely tense, and everyone held their breath.
Watching this life-or-death duel.
Black Impermanence dared not slacken his efforts in the slightest, seizing the brief interval...
He quickly swallowed several healing pills; the pills melted instantly in his mouth.
Transform into a warm current to repair the damaged body and soul.
The scythe of death was held horizontally in front of him, its tip humming and vibrating.
It seems to crave more blood and souls.
Like a bloodthirsty beast, it couldn't wait to tear its prey apart again.
" Darkness Original Sin!"
The Black Tree Clan Chief roared,
The ball of black light in his palm shot out like a wild horse.
It instantly expanded into a black cloud that blotted out the sky.
Countless contorted faces of pain faintly emerged from the clouds and mist.
These are all the souls of the Black Tree Clan's ancestors, their resentment intertwined with spiritual power.
It transformed into a world-destroying force, rolling down towards Black Impermanence and Wei Zhuang.
Wherever it passed, the ground seemed to be corroded by strong acid.
It hisses and emits pungent black smoke.
Wei Zhuang's brows furrowed, his longsword planted in the ground, his hands moving rapidly.
Sword Qi swirled and coiled around him like a silver Wandering Dragon.
He chanted incantations, and a sword formation radiating brilliant light slowly took shape beneath his feet.
The sword formation shone like a dazzling galaxy, resisting the black clouds and mist.
Striving to resist the surging downward force, each Sword Qi that touched the black clouds...
They all crackled and popped, like firecrackers exploding.
Black Impermanence then leaped up and plunged straight into the black clouds.
The scythe of death spun wildly, reaping the illusory yet persistent souls of the dead.
With each face shattered, a surge of resentment lashes out.
It eroded his soul, causing him excruciating headaches.
It felt as if a million steel needles were piercing through it, yet it never stopped for even a moment.
"Trying to drag me into this quagmire? Not so easy!"
Black Impermanence hissed through clenched teeth, unleashing his soul power without reservation.
The scythe of death shone brightly, seemingly cleaving a path through the black clouds.
The passageway, however, was like a candle flickering in the wind, teetering on the brink of collapse, and could close at any moment.
But the clouds seemed to be alive, constantly repairing themselves.
It closed up, tightly binding him, like a viscous black swamp.
This made things extremely difficult for him.
Black Impermanence was extremely anxious, his eyes darting around.
Suddenly noticing the trajectory of Wei Zhuang's sword formation, a thought struck him.
They exchanged a glance across the Wei Zhuang, and instantly understood each other.
Wei Zhuang manipulated the sword formation, causing it to shine brightly, like a blazing sun in the sky.
Dispelling the surrounding dark gloom, Black Impermanence then wielded his scythe.
With a fierce strike, they slashed towards the core of the clouds and mist; the two joined forces.
As if to tear a ray of light for survival through this endless darkness,
The battlefield situation remained deadlocked, with victory or defeat hanging by a thread.
Like feathers on either side of a scale, even the slightest tremor can change the course of a battle.