As night deepened, the deathly aura outside the cave churned ceaselessly, as if countless wandering souls were whispering in their sleep. Inside, the fire crackled, its light dispelling the chill, yet unable to conceal the bone-chilling oppression that permeated the depths of the abyss.
Qin Yu sat cross-legged with his eyes slightly closed, his Spiritual Qi rising and falling with each breath. He first used the "Spiritual Breath Essence Condensation Method" to stabilize his energy, and then used the "Mystic Origin Wind-Wielding Art" to carefully sense the changes in the surrounding spiritual energy, attempting to mobilize the remaining weak Spiritual Qi in the world to replenish his consumption.
However, the instant his Spiritual Qi reached his dantian, his mind suddenly trembled—
Deep within his body, that mysterious gray light reappeared.
Unlike the flow of Spiritual Qi, the gray light was silent yet carried an indescribable pressure, seemingly above everything. As the gray light flickered slightly, Qin Yu's sea of consciousness trembled violently. In the dim light, he actually "saw" a huge net-like phantom formed by the death energy gathering deep in the abyss, as if the rules of heaven and earth had been distorted and rewritten by some force.
The gray light and the deathly aura seemed to echo each other.
Deathly energy surged, and the black mist outside the cave entrance suddenly condensed into hideous ghostly figures, howling and roaring; gray light flashed, but the ghostly figures instantly dissipated, as if they had never existed.
Qin Yu was utterly shocked. "What exactly is this gray light? It doesn't belong to Spiritual Qi, soul power, or even the trajectory of Fate Soul. Why can it allow me to glimpse the origin of death energy, and also instantly Annihilation these strange things?"
Fine beads of cold sweat appeared on his forehead. He forcibly suppressed the shock in his mind, not daring to let others see anything unusual.
On the other side, Mu Qingwan was also regulating her breathing. Moonlight-like Spiritual Qi surrounded her, dispelling the remaining injuries. She opened her eyes, glanced at Qin Yu, and saw that he looked solemn, seemingly engrossed in some indescribable concentration. So she did not disturb him, but simply closed her eyes and continued to circulate her cultivation technique.
The firelight flickered, and the cave was a scene of stillness and movement as both men gathered their strength. However, Qin Yu knew perfectly well that the terror of this abyss far exceeded their imagination. And that gray light was his only hope for survival in this desolate place.
The following morning, deep within the Northern Dark Abyss Valley, the fog had not yet dissipated. This fog was no ordinary morning fog, but rather formed from the convergence of endless death energy, resembling the undulating, pale tides of the sea, carrying a chilling aura that sent shivers down one's spine.
Qin Yu and Mu Qingwan cautiously explored outside the cave. Suddenly—
The ground trembled slightly, accompanied by a low, suppressed roar, as if thousands of evil spirits were awakening simultaneously from the deathly aura in the distance.
"Awooo--!!!"
The first howl, like a war drum tearing the heavens and earth apart, made Qin Yu's blood surge. Immediately afterwards, countless scarlet points of light lit up one by one in the mist; those were the eyes of the Demonic Spirit, ferocious, cold, and bloodthirsty.
Their appearance is extremely bizarre--
Some were twisted like broken corpses, dragged by black chains;
Some had unevenly growing limbs, and their skulls were split open as if they were about to devour the entire world;
Others had bodies that were both real and illusory, their translucent soul shadows constantly writhing and emitting chilling howls.
The deathly aura manifested as a long tongue that roamed the air, like an outstretched arm, trying to drag the living into the abyss.
The entire valley was now like a hellish place, with churning black mist, howling Demonic Spirit, and countless ghosts roaming the night. The rocks beneath Qin Yu and Mu Qingwan's feet trembled, as if they might collapse at any moment.
Mu Qingwan's expression changed drastically. She gritted her teeth, gripped her long sword, and the blade gleamed with a cold, sharp light amidst the deathly aura.
Qin Yu frowned, his hands gripping the Black Bone War Spear tightly. The spearhead was as black as ink and trembled slightly, as if he could smell the aura of killing.
"The Demonic Spirit Tide..." Qin Yu murmured, a sharp glint in his eyes. "It seems they are driven by some force, intent on burying all the living here."
Mu Qingwan's gaze was resolute, her voice as cold as the moonlit night. "Since we're here, we have no choice but to fight our way out."
As the words fell, the Demonic Spirit tide finally erupted in full force!
Thousands of dark figures rushed in, their howls deafening, as if they were about to engulf the entire world.
Qin Yu's spear trembled, unleashing his aura, and a gray-black light surged like a tide;
Mu Qingwan brandished her longsword, its sound like the moon's gleam, its clear light slicing a crack in the deathly aura.
The two stood side by side, their figures like two solitary points of light amidst the deathly aura and the tide of Demonic Spirit, confronting the destructive tide from the abyss.
The deathly fog surged, and ten thousand ghosts howled in unison. The first wave of Demonic Spirit burst forth from the black tide, their carapaces cracked, their limbs like blades, and their blood-red eyes lighting up the sea of fog in a row.
Qin Yu's feet sank, and he raised the Black Bone War Spear high, Spiritual Qi bursting forth from the spear shaft into a jet-black arc.
"Heaven-Guiding Strike!"
The arc of light, like a black moon falling to the ground, slashed down with a sonic boom like thunder, tearing cracks in the air; the two armored Demonic Spirit at the forefront were instantly cleaved into shreds, their death energy exploding into black rain that sprinkled all over the rock wall.
"Left side!" Mu Qingwan shouted softly, clenching her fist. The moon's chill gathered at the sword's edge into a Star Frost Soul Blade —a translucent ice-blue long blade extending from her wrist, its edge shimmering with starlight and cold patterns.
First Move: Star-Cold Blade Radiance!
With a flick of her sleeve, an ice-blue blade curtain unfolded into an arc-shaped protective barrier beside her, deflecting all the incoming gray-black corrosive beams. The reflected cold light formed lines in the mist, causing the Demonic Spirit spirits within its reach to freeze in their eyes, their consciousness instantly frozen, their movements halting as if pressed into stillness.
Qin Yu's afterimage flashed, "Spirit Spear Fleeting Shadow!"
The spear flashed through the stagnant horde of Demonic Spirit, exploding in rapid succession. Each thrust unleashed a black ripple of inner turmoil, tearing the demons to ash from the inside out.
Deeper into the dead fog, slender shadows swooped in like a flock of crows with broken wings. Mu Qingwan moved lightly, her ice blade swirling into a crescent moon shape—the second move, Phantom Frost Sword Shadows!
Her figure suddenly split into three, three cold lights swirling back to back, the sword shadows appearing and disappearing in the mist, luring the Demonic Spirit to bite and miss; the misled Demonic Spirit collided with each other, black mist splashed up, and their formation became chaotic.
"Press forward!" Qin Yu shouted, his Black Bone War Spear spinning, "Qi Cyclone Spear Dance!"
The black column of wind whipped up by the spear rose from the ground, engulfing the Demonic Spirit that had been swayed by the frost. The cutting sound was like thousands of fine blades simultaneously scraping against the bone surface. Shattered armor, mangled bodies, and death energy were thrown into arcs in the vortex.
Several more monstrous Corpse -Demonic Spirit roared and pounced, their limbs dragged by black chains, creating shockwaves as they surged forward. Mu Qingwan's eyes flashed coldly; she tapped her toes, and the Star Frost Soul Blade pointed forward—
Third Form: Ice Blade Soul Rend!
A chilling Sword Qi shot straight out, freezing the mist into dense icicles wherever it passed; the charging Corpse-Binding Demonic Spirit was gripped by an invisible hand at the throat, its armor cracking first, its limbs splitting, and finally even its soul shadow crumbled inch by inch amidst the swirling frost patterns, shattering into flying frost.
More intense footsteps and hisses approached from the depths of the foggy sea. Mu Qingwan spun around, her long sleeves billowing out, and a circle of pale light spread from her body in icy blue magic patterns, like a cold tide defining the boundary of the battlefield.
Fourth Form: Frost Soul Forbidden Domain!
An invisible frost barrier crashed to the ground, suppressing the death energy within its range like solidified mud. The movement and attacks of the Demonic Spirit were like being trapped in thick snow, their movements slowed and their soul power eroded by a third. At the edge of the forbidden zone, frost grew into ice spikes along the ground, crackling and forcing the following Demonic Spirit to detour.
"Beautiful." Qin Yu took a half step back to stand shoulder to shoulder with her, his spear held horizontally, "Qi Shield Spear Wall!"
His Spiritual Qi formed a semi-circular shield, blocking all the remaining corrosive mist beams. The splashing black flames were crushed and extinguished on the shield's surface. He seized the opportunity to slash upwards, and the remaining momentum of "Heaven-Guiding Strike!" surged back, unleashing a second black crescent-shaped blade that intersected with the icy waves at the edge of the forbidden zone. Like two forces of nature converging in the center of the battlefield, it directly sliced Demonic Spirit that had not yet retreated in half at the waist.
In just a few breaths, the first wave of Demonic Spirit was forcibly split in two. The front ranks were completely annihilated, while the rear ranks lingered and growled outside the Frost Soul Forbidden Domain, not daring to advance rashly.
A moment of stillness fell over the fog, leaving only the hissing sounds of shattered ice hitting the ground and the dissipation of death energy. Qin Yu's breathing quickened slightly, and the spine of the Black Bone War Spear still trembled slightly; Mu Qingwan's Star Frost Soul Blade between her fingers gradually retracted, and icy radiance flowed back to her wrist.
She glanced at him sideways, her voice cold and steady. "There's more."
Qin Yu nodded, his gaze sharp as a blade. "Then let's keep killing until there's no one left."
In the distance, the second layer of dead fog, like the ebb tide before a tsunami, was being pushed toward them by some colder will—and the two figures stood side by side in the icy blue and pitch-black light and shadow, like two anchors pressing down on this desolate land.
The sea of fog surged, and deathly energy rushed in like a torrent. The roars of Demonic Spirit rose and fell, shaking the valley walls. The air was filled with sharp, piercing shrieks of soul power, as if countless evil spirits were howling at the same time.
Qin Yu swept his Black Bone War Spear horizontally, the dark spear light splitting into a streak of blood-red lightning, tearing a gap in the row of Demonic Spirit in front of him. But out of the corner of his eye, he saw that the gap was quickly filled by a new wave of Demonic Spirit. The death aura grew thicker and thicker, the flow of Spiritual Qi energy was suppressed to the point of near stagnation, and each swing required several times the force.
"Not good, Miss Qingwan, there are more and more Demonic Spirit! This can't go on, quick, let's retreat!" Qin Yu's voice was like thunder, shaking off the two corpse claw Demonic Spirit that pounced at him.
Mu Qingwan's forehead was covered in cold sweat. The Star Frost Soul Blade trembled in her palm, its light already somewhat dimmed. But her eyes remained sharp, and the icy power once again transformed into a starry river sword curtain, freezing several approaching Demonic Spirit into ice sculptures. She moved closer to Qin Yu, her voice cold yet urgent:
"Okay, let's retreat first!"
Having said that, she gave a soft shout, and the Star Frost Soul Blade slashed down diagonally. The Phantom Frost Sword Shadows suddenly erupted, and three sword shadows broke through the mist at the same time, confusing the enemy group. In the brief chaos, the Demonic Spirit fought each other, and a narrow passage was cleared in the churning death energy.
Seeing the opportunity, Qin Yu swept his Black Bone War Spear, unleashing the Spirit Spear Fleeting Shadow Technique to its Ultimate. His afterimages transformed into streaks of black light, protecting Mu Qingwan and continuously shattering the oncoming Demonic Spirit. The two, one in front and one behind, broke through the encirclement side by side, like black lightning and icy blue light.
However, the number of Demonic Spirit was too vast, and their escape routes were blocked by layers of deadly fog. The rock walls roared, and the sea of fog surged, as if an invisible force was controlling these Demonic Spirit, pushing them step by step into a deeper abyss of death.
Qin Yu gripped his spear tightly and shouted in a low voice, "Hold on! As long as we break through this dead fog barrier, we can shake them off!"
Mu Qingwan's hair was whipped about by the wind, and the Starfrost Sword flashed its last bit of cold light. "I'll clear the way, you cover the rear!"
Two figures erupted simultaneously, frost and death spears clashing, as if trying to tear a sliver of life from this desperate situation.
The world was deathly silent, but suddenly a deafening roar, like an explosion, erupted from the depths of the Northern Dark Abyss Valley!
The Demonic Spirit that had surged in like a tidal wave suddenly split apart, and a gigantic, pitch-black claw emerged from the deathly mist, covering the entire mountainside. Wherever the claw left its mark, rocks crumbled inch by inch, and the air was utterly compressed, as if even light was being swallowed up. Following this appeared a Demonic Spirit King —its body was hundreds of feet tall, seemingly formed from countless dead souls, its form twisted like a black colossus, its eyes burning with hellish gray-white flames.
Its roar tore through the sky, the sea of mist exploded, and millions of Demonic Spirit screamed at the same time. The entire abyss was like a dead sea that had been stirred up, with black tides surging and the heavens and earth roaring.
Qin Yu's hair stood on end. He gripped the Black Bone War Spear tightly with both hands, and the spear blade suddenly erupted with pitch-black flames, as if piercing through the void. He roared, and his figure transformed into a torrent of Spirit Spear Fleeting Shadow simultaneously pierced through the air. The black spear light was like a meteor shower tearing through the sky, forcibly ripping apart the Demonic Spirit tide.
At this moment, Mu Qingwan also unleashed her full power. The Star Frost Soul Blade in her hand emitted a piercing sword cry, and the sword light poured down like an icy blue Milky Way, with ten thousand rays of star- Starfrost Sword Art - Falling Star Cold Judgment!
In an instant, the sky cracked open, and a vast galaxy descended. Ten thousand meteors transformed into giant ice blades, crashing down and freezing hundreds of Demonic Spirit in front of them into crystal-blue ice statues. With a deafening roar, they were completely shattered!
The starlight and deathly aura collided, causing the entire valley to tremble violently, resembling an apocalyptic scene.
"Go! Go now!" Qin Yu roared, protecting Mu Qingwan's back. His Black Bone War Spear suddenly flicked, transforming into a pitch-black spear aura covering a hundred feet, forcefully pushing back the Demonic Spirit King's giant claw by half a step. The entire world instantly erupted with a shockwave interwoven with black and white, enough to tear mountains apart!
Mu Qingwan's face was pale, but she still shouted coldly. Her Starfrost Sword Shadow conjured countless clones, blocking the charging Demonic Spirit. She glanced back, her eyes unwavering. "Young Master Qin, don't stop! Otherwise, we'll all die here!"
The two, one in front and one behind, wielded spears like black thunderbolts and swords like icy blue galaxies. Under the pressure of the Demonic Spirit army and the king, they fought their way out, carving a path of escape filled with blood and cracks!
The sky roared incessantly, rocks flew everywhere in the valley, and deathly aura intertwined with starlight to create a true apocalyptic scene.
After fighting their way through, Qin Yu and Mu Qingwan finally broke through the core area of Demonic Spirit Tide and entered the outer circle of the Northern Dark Abyss Valley.
The death fog here was much thinner than in the abyss. As the Spiritual Qi recovered slightly, the remaining light in the world shone through, illuminating the two figures covered in wounds. Qin Yu's breathing was rapid, and the Black Bone War Spear was still humming. Cracks remained on the blade, a mixture of death energy and Starfrost Sword Intent, as if it might explode at any moment. Mu Qingwan's shoulder was stained with blood, but her eyes remained resolute. The Star Frost Soul Blade in her hand gleamed with a cold light, as if warning the enemy still lurking in the shadows.
However, just as the two had caught their breath, the world suddenly went dark!
Deep within the abyss, a deafening roar resounded once more, shattering mountains and rivers. The Demonic Spirit King had not given up its pursuit; its massive figure loomed in and out of sight within the black mist, like a walking, pitch-black mountain. Its eyes burned with intense gray-white flames, piercing through the ten-thousand-foot-deep death fog, coldly locking onto the auras of Qin Yu and Mu Qingwan.
A deathly pressure swept over them, causing even the outer rock walls to crack inch by inch, and the wind in the valley to turn into a mournful howl. Countless Demonic Spirit surged forth from all directions once again, forming a black wave, determined to completely engulf the two of them.
Qin Yu gritted his teeth, his forehead covered in sweat, but his eyes were colder than ever. He held the Black Bone War Spear horizontally in front of his chest and whispered:
"Miss Qingwan, the Demonic Spirit King has his eye on us... We can't escape this grudge!"
Mu Qingwan's pretty face hardened, a flicker of panic crossing her eyes, but she quickly regained her composure. "Young Master Qin, this isn't a battle you can fight alone. Since you've been targeted, you have no choice but to fight again, even if it costs you your life!"
The two stood back to back, their spears and swords gleaming with terrifying light. Black and icy blue spiritual light intertwined, enveloping them. Demonic Spirit roared all around, their killing intent surging like a sea, and that destructive pressure was gradually approaching!
The deathly mist surged, as if the heavens and earth were being pressed down by an invisible giant hand, making even breathing difficult. Qin Yu's feet sank deep into the cracked rocks, the Black Bone War Spear in his hand humming incessantly, the black bone patterns surging from the spear transforming into countless ghostly lights, swirling around him like a summons from the underworld. Each ray of light collided with the deathly aura of the Demonic Spirit, emitting ear-piercing explosions that illuminated the dark valley entrance.
Mu Qingwan pressed herself close to his side, her Star Frost Soul Blade rising into the air. The sword's cold light surged, transforming into streaks of icy blue spiritual flames that froze the ground beneath her feet. Even the surrounding deathly aura solidified into ice crystals, which then shattered inch by inch. Her long hair danced in the wind, her eyes were icy, and a resolute smile played on her lips.
Above the sky, the colossal Demonic Spirit King gradually approached, his gray-white fiery pupils locking onto the two. The deathly aura around him transformed into giant dragons, churning and coiling in the void. Each roar shook the entire abyss, causing rocks to fall like raindrops.
Veins bulged on Qin Yu's forehead as he gritted his teeth and roared, "Black Bone War Spear, tear a bloody path for me!" As soon as he finished speaking, the Yuan energy within his body surged wildly, and all the power of the Major Accomplishment of the Yuan Transformation Realm was poured into the spear. The black light at the tip of the spear surged a hundred feet, like a black hole that devoured the heavens and the earth, tearing apart the horde of undead in front of him.
At the same time Mu Qingwan unleashed the Frost Soul Forbidden Domain. Countless star-frost sword shadows suddenly spread out from her body, transforming into a sky full of ice blades that froze the Demonic Spirit swarming from all directions in mid-air before shattering with a deafening roar. Ice and death energy intertwined, and the explosions continued incessantly, like the end of the world.
The two stood back to back, their spears and swords like the opposition of night and moonlight, yet at this moment they played together the most fervent battle song.
Storm, roar, shriek, howl—all sounds converged in the abyss into a raging torrent that shook the heavens and the earth. Qin Yu and Mu Qingwan's auras fully erupted at this moment, transforming into two undeniable beams of light, forcing even the Demonic Spirit King to hesitate.
The sky darkened completely, as if the entire Northern Dark Abyss Valley was shrouded in an endless black curtain. The Demonic Spirit King roared to the sky, its voice like the sighs of countless dead, low and hoarse, carrying the pain of tearing apart the soul. Then, it raised its giant claw covered with gray bone armor, and the surrounding death energy seemed to be sucked away, instantly condensing into a vortex black sphere larger than a mountain in the palm of its claw.
That black sphere was not ordinary energy, but a sphere of death source condensed from countless fragments of the will and souls of the dead. Its surface was covered with thousands of hideous faces, howling, roaring, mocking, and screeching. Their voices merged into a tsunami-like noise that made the heavens and earth tremble.
First Strike: Death Source Falls Upon the World
The Demonic Spirit King slammed the Death Source Orb down, and the pitch-black energy fell like a meteorite, trailing a long black tail of flame, instantly igniting the sky. The entire abyss was compressed and collapsed by this power, mountains cracked, and rivers surged backward. At the moment of impact, countless black lightning bolts erupted in the air, like the chains of death, lashing the void.
Qin Yu felt as if his internal organs were about to be shattered, his ears were ringing, and blood trickled from the corners of his eyes. He gripped the Black Bone War Spear tightly with both hands and roared, "Qi Shield Spear Wall!!" The spear spun, transforming into a pitch-black barrier, forcefully meeting the death source sphere. Instantly, the black light and death energy collided, and the shockwave from the explosion seemed to overturn the heavens and earth.
Mu Qingwan also let out a delicate shout, Star Frost Soul Blade suddenly released the Frost Soul Forbidden Domain. Countless frost runes unfolded around her, like an ice-blue moon surrounding her and Qin Yu. The freezing shockwave instantly collided with the Death Source Sphere, and ice and death energy intertwined, turning into billions of shattered streams of light that poured down.
However, this is just the beginning.
The Demonic Spirit King's eyes suddenly lit up, a gray light even more dazzling than hellfire bursting from its pupils. It opened its massive maw and spewed out a storm of gray flames.
Second Strike: Netherfire Soul Annihilation
The flames didn't burn the flesh, but struck directly at the soul! Each wisp of flame carried the resentment of the dead, and as they rushed towards Qin Yu and Mu Qingwan, the air was filled with the screams of countless souls being burned. The entire space was ignited, the void shattered layer by layer, and the fragments burned to ashes as they fell.
Qin Yu felt his Soul Sea being scorched by the raging flames, and countless cracks seemed to appear in his mind. He gritted his teeth, Black Bone War Spear transformed into a jet-black dragon, roaring as it met the fire storm. The black light on the spear shaft kept cracking, but with Qin Yu's roar, it was reformed again and again, like an indomitable spirit.
Mu Qingwan gritted her teeth, and the cold light of the Star Frost Soul Blade suddenly condensed, releasing the Ice Blade Soul Rend. Countless cold lights poured down like a celestial river, attempting to freeze this soul flame. Her delicate body trembled, and tears welled in her eyes, but she did not back down in the slightest.
Light and darkness intertwined, flames and frost clashed, death energy and spear points tore apart, and a grand feast capable of destroying the world unfolded in the abyss of the Northern Dark Abyss Valley.
The power of the Death Source Sphere and the Netherfire Soul Annihilation descended one after another, causing the heavens and earth to rumble incessantly. The entire Northern Dark Abyss Valley seemed to have been erased, with towering black mist churning and boulders exploding into dust in mid-air, and death energy engulfing everything like a tidal wave.
Qin Yu and Mu Qingwan's figures were like two pieces of duckweed, about to be swallowed up in this catastrophe.
The Black Bone War Spear trembled so violently in Qin Yu's hands that it almost shattered. His blood vessels bulged, and veins coiled like venomous dragons around his arms. His protective aura collapsed completely under the impact of the death source. His chest jolted violently, and scalding blood gushed from his throat, turning into a blood mist that sprayed onto the spear.
"Cough--!" Qin Yu staggered half a step, his knees almost sinking into the shattered ground, but his eyes remained fixed on the Demonic Spirit King, even though his vision was blurred by the blood mist.
On the other side, Mu Qingwan was also suffering from the onslaught of the Soul-Destroying Flames. The Star Frost Soul Blade trembled violently in her hand, its blade flashing with erratic light, and cracks faintly appeared in its patterns. Her frost barrier crumbled inch by inch under the burning of the gray netherfire, and a bloody gash was scalded on her chest, the blood staining her white clothes red.
She let out a muffled groan, her snow-white face instantly losing all color, a trickle of crimson spilling from the corner of her lips. She knelt on the ground, yet still raised her sword, pointing it directly at the demonic shadow in the sky.
Their eyes met briefly amidst the chaotic light and shadow, and they both saw the unyielding spirit and unwavering determination in each other's eyes.
Qin Yu hissed in a low voice, "Qingwan... hang in there!"
Mu Qingwan gritted her teeth and replied softly, "Young Master Qin, it's not time for me to give up yet..."
As soon as they finished speaking, the two of them simultaneously spat out another mouthful of blood. The bright red blood splattered onto the broken stone ground, mingling with the black death aura and emitting a "sizzling" corrosive sound. The air was filled with the stench of blood and destruction.
The Demonic Spirit King looked down at them, his giant eyes flashing with a merciless gray light, his voice low and menacing like the wailing of ten thousand spirits. "Insects... actually managed to withstand two of my attacks... then let them vanish into utter despair!"
The Demonic Spirit King's figure suddenly rose high amidst the deathly aura, like a colossal deathly giant that blotted out the sky, its arms outstretched, and the world fell silent. In the next instant, countless deathly energies and netherfires violently converged, transforming into a gray-black vortex with a diameter of a hundred feet that condensed on its chest.
At the core of the vortex emerged a dark, death star-like "Origin Core of Annihilation," surrounded by billions of fragmented soul phantoms that wailed, howled, and tore through space, as if all the dead souls of the world had been forcibly summoned.
"--Eternal Silence - Soul-Destroying Tide!"
Boom!!!
The vortex exploded, and billions of beams of deathly light, like falling gray lightning, poured down with the power to incinerate everything. The earth was instantly ripped open with a hole hundreds of meters wide, and space cracked like glass. Gray flames and death energy surged toward Qin Yu and Mu Qingwan like a tidal wave.
Qin Yu roared, his Black Bone War Spear planted firmly on the ground. His Spiritual Qi formed a shield one last time, but it shattered instantly like paper. He was thrown back by the impact, blood spurting out like arrows, his body crashing heavily into the cracked rock wall.
Mu Qingwan also activated the Star Frost Soul Blade, and starlight fell like shattered snowflakes, but the light quickly dimmed under the onslaught of the Soul-Destroying Tide. The sword shadow shattered, and she let out a low groan as she was blasted dozens of feet away. Her white clothes were completely stained red, blood kept spilling from the corner of her lips, and only a blurry afterimage remained before her eyes.
"Boom--!"
The heavens and earth roared incessantly. The entire Northern Dark Abyss Valley was completely transformed into a desolate wasteland by this attack, with rocks shattering and the air being scorched into gray mist.
As the dust settled, Qin Yu and Mu Qingwan lay silently on the rubble. Their breaths were weak, their spiritual energy depleted to the point that they couldn't even muster a shred of protection. Their robes were torn and stained with blood, and they were in a deep coma.
The only proof that they were still alive was the faint but resolute rise and fall of their chests.
The Demonic Spirit King looked down from high above, his giant eyes flashing with a cold light, his deep, hoarse voice like Final Judgment: "The weak... will ultimately be buried beneath the silence of death."
Then, its figure gradually disappeared into the endless deathly fog, as if it had never appeared at all.
At this moment, Qin Yu and Mu Qingwan lay unconscious in the crumbling valley, their blood and gray mist creating a scene of extraordinary tragedy.