The vengeful spirits cheered and jumped for joy when they saw Xu Long being attacked by three magic seals. They then poured into the crowd and hunted down the cultivators Wuji.
But before they could even rejoice for a moment, the chilling sword light, accompanied by profound lightning, instantly struck.
Under the onslaught of violent energy, the "wailing" sounds of crying and laughing gradually subsided.
The vengeful spirits that had been rampaging through the area were suddenly shattered by the lightning and sword light.
Xu Long completely thwarted the Duck Beast King's scheme, and all the vengeful spirits in the arena were scattered by a bolt of mysterious lightning.
The countless remnant souls seemed to only then realize Xu Long's methods, and they scattered in all directions, trying to escape.
But before they could escape, they were caught up by the sword light, a cold glint flashing across the sky.
The sword energy stirred up remnants of souls as they swiftly swept across the field, their Power of Oblivion instantly shattering them.
A rumbling thunder echoed within the cultivators' formation, and dozens of bolts of lightning gradually dissipated above their heads.
The vengeful spirits that had been rampaging just moments before have now been completely annihilated, and Xing Lin's sword light has returned to its original state.
The black lightning bolt that had been shot out had been completely exhausted, leaving only the lingering, violent aura in the arena.
The malevolent wind and vengeful spirits perished completely!
The cultivators present watched as lightning and sword energy crisscrossed, the two energies interacting for a moment.
Like Autumn Wind Sweeps Away Fallen Leaves, it swept across the vengeful spirits with overwhelming force, instantly dispelling the threat in the area.
These two energies came and went swiftly and with overwhelming power, leaving no room for the cultivators to discern even the slightest clue.
It seemed to have come from another world, and then vanished without a trace in the blink of an eye.
By the time everyone came to their senses, the Celestial Phenomenon above Xu Long had been completely obscured by the enormous vortex.
The vortex remained as deep and mysterious as before, only the giant eye was now obscured by the Nebula.
After the sounds of laughter and tears subsided, a strange calm descended upon the scene.
Seeing that Perfected Yunmo had annihilated the vengeful spirits with the force of thunder, all the cultivators present were speechless for a moment.
Zhu looked on in the crowd, seemingly lost in thought, before several Earth Immortal cultivators in front of Xu Long were the first to react.
After the initial shock came a surge of relief and joy, followed by shouts from the crowd:
"Color!"
At this moment, a cheer brought everyone back to their senses. They all bowed to Xu Long with one hand, and shouted in unison:
"Color!"
"Fellow Daoists, please quickly return to your defensive formation!"
Before Xu Long could even offer some polite words, an anxious voice rang out from the room.
The crowd gazed thoughtfully at the sky above, where the enormous banner had begun to change.
It was the leading cultivator who had given the warning. Now, everyone headed back to their original positions to stabilize their formation before the banners changed.
When the Duck Beast King's head outside saw Xu Long unleash the Xuan Thunder, it knew that this was not a good idea.
So it could only watch helplessly as the vengeful spirits it had nurtured were annihilated in an instant.
The banners above their heads had already begun to move, and after the vengeful spirits were annihilated, the cultivators also began to change their formation.
Despite employing all its methods, the Duck Beast King's head was ultimately defeated by Xu Long, a deep resentment flashing in its blood-red eyes.
It stirred up a stench outside the field, then silently departed from the Banners Forming a Forest Formation below.
Xu Long breathed a sigh of relief as he sensed that the Duck Beast King's head had already left.
This ordeal was full of twists and turns, and the head of the Duck Beast King, which had been lurking outside for so long, was always a source of anxiety for Xu Long.
Because at his current level, the Magic Power within him can only unleash the Earth-Destroying Mystic Lightning once.
So don't be fooled by Xu Long's upright posture under the Dharma Body; in fact, after the continuous battles and the unleashing of Xuan Lei, the Magic Power within his body is almost exhausted.
The reason why the Celestial Phenomenon was not withdrawn at this time was because it needed to rely on the vortex within the Celestial Phenomenon to draw in spiritual energy and circulate it back to itself.
If the head of the Duck Beast King were to attack recklessly, Xu Long would be completely helpless.
Fortunately, the leading cultivator still had some sense of reason. After seeing Xu Long annihilate the vengeful spirits, he ordered all the cultivators to return to their defensive formation.
Once the cultivators had completed their formation change under the banners, the Duck Beast King's head wisely retreated.
After all, it was still wary of Xu Long's Xuan Lei techniques. If its battered head were struck by Xuan Lei, the main body of the Duck Beast King in the air would suffer great damage.
Under the banners, everyone used their Magic Power to slowly change the formation.
Meanwhile, the true form of the Duck Beast King and the True Lord, who were in the heavens, were clearly aware of what was happening below.
As the Earth-Destroying Mystic Lightning streaked out, its power over heaven and earth was fully revealed.
Both were beings who had lived through countless ages, and in an instant, they sensed the unusual nature of this energy.
A hint of searching flashed across Zhenjun's brows as Xuan Lei unleashed his power.
He sensed that this was an extremely powerful and masculine energy, as well as an uncontrollable and violent one.
One could sense the supreme aura and earth-shattering power emanating from the Xuan Lei.
Amidst the rumbling thunder, Zhenjun panicked, thinking it was his own calamity approaching.
This prompted a sigh of despair in his heart, "Truly, Heaven has forsaken me!"
However, before even a breath had passed, the sound of thunder vanished instantly.
The thunder came and went in a hurry, as if it had crossed over from another world, lingered here for a moment, and then disappeared abruptly.
After the True Spirit swept across the area, the banners below resumed operation, leaving only a lingering, violent aura in the arena.
At the same time, the True Spirit also detected Xu Long's location, and a complex expression flashed in the True Monarch's eyes.
Thoughts raced through his mind, but he didn't investigate further. When he came to his senses, he found that the nine heads of the Duck Beast King had already returned and reassembled.
However, one of the heads was badly shattered, with blood, flesh, and hair congealed together.
His originally narrow eyes were now bloodshot, and his appearance was truly horrific.
When the True Monarch saw the nine heads of the Duck Beast King turn back, he knew that they had been injured by the cultivators below.
At the same time, he was slightly startled: it seems that the cultivator was no ordinary person!
Although surprised, Zhenjun wore a mocking smile on his face as he asked the Duck Beast King with a knowing grin:
"Your Majesty! Why has it come to this?"
Phew!
The Duck Beast King responded with a shrill and terrifying roar.
The eight heads that had scattered in the air stared intently at the True Lord opposite them, their narrow eyes practically spitting fire.
The head in the center, covered in a fleshy growth, was looking down at a figure.
A flash of anger crossed his narrow eyes, but he quickly suppressed it.
The reason it released a head to attack the cultivators' formation was to break the golden net that imprisoned it.
But unexpectedly, this Old Ghost Pinglu had hidden someone with extraordinary abilities within the formation.
After breaking through a banner, it actually managed to stop the attack of one of its own heads.
Moreover, judging from the wound on that skull, the cultivator below was no ordinary person.