Five Yin Bag

After patiently waiting in the quiet room below and confirming that the terrifying man was indeed far away,

Qi Yun quietly activated the Aura-Concealing Pearl and simultaneously used [Gather Form and Disperse Qi], transforming it into a fine stream of air that floated upwards along the violently damaged tunnel.

A few minutes later, he returned to the ground floor of the Ten Thousand Beauties Pavilion.

The sight before him made his gaze slightly narrow.

The gate, forged from divine metal and originally thick, sturdy, and covered with magical runes, had now been forcibly torn apart and twisted, turning into a pile of scrap iron shimmering with broken patterns, scattered on both sides.

The Ten Thousand Beauties Pavilion was originally just a place filled with debauchery and chaos.

This place has now become a true battleground!

The overwhelming stench of blood was almost suffocating.

Everywhere you look, severed limbs and dismembered bodies are scattered everywhere. The walls, the floor, and even the ceiling are splattered with thick blood and fragments of unidentified tissue.

Those Desire-Enticing Evil Soul from before have long since vanished, likely annihilated by the first wave of attack.

Some cultivators and disciples of the Yellow Springs Netherworld who were lucky enough to survive the initial impact.

At this moment, they were also fleeing in terror from the ruins like headless flies, uttering desperate cries.

"It's only been a few minutes—" Qi Yun was slightly startled, "That man really is an ancient ferocious lion that has broken free of its chains. When its ferocity is unleashed, it is so terrifying."

However, the thought only flashed through my mind.

This place called Ghost-Crying Market is a den of demons, and those who gather here are certainly not benevolent. Death is death; it's just a case of the wicked eating the wicked and dogs fighting each other.

His attention was quickly drawn to an even more intense roar coming from afar.

He flashed outside the building and saw that the core area of Ghost-Crying Market had been turned upside down.

The man who had broken free was now surrounded by billowing black demonic energy, which made his figure appear even taller and more ferocious.

The demonic tattoos on his body, formed from violent, deathly, and venomous thoughts, now came to life, roaming and roaring wildly across his skin.

With each killing, absorbing blood and souls, it became more solid and lifelike, and the ferocious aura it emitted became increasingly powerful and terrifying!

Wherever it passes, it's like a hurricane, leaving nothing but barren land!

A Qi Refining Seventh Layer from the Yellow Springs Netherworld unleashed an Evil Soul Banner, from which countless vengeful ghosts roared forth.

The next instant, the man unleashed a punch that annihilated countless souls.

The deacon himself was also blasted into a cloud of blood mist from a distance!

Several Zombie Alliance cultivators joined forces to urge the Bronze-Armored Corpse King to pounce, but the man neither dodged nor avoided it. He directly grabbed the giant arm that the Corpse King was throwing down and tore it apart with a fierce rip!

With a tearing sound, the bronze-armored king, which had taken countless efforts to forge, was ripped in two.

Broken pieces of flesh mixed with filthy blood and entrails drenched him, but he instead stuck out his tongue and licked his lips, revealing an even more excited and brutal smile.

The female cultivator from the Hehuan Palace attempted to disturb his mind with her bewitching Divine Ability, her alluring eyes and enchanting melodies resounding.

The man merely shifted his crimson pupils and let out a silent roar. The female cultivator was struck as if by a heavy blow; blood flowed from her seven orifices, her delicate body instantly dried up, and all her energy and spirit were forcibly dissipated by that roar.

Kill! Kill! Kill!

Men don't distinguish between friend and foe; in other words, all living things present are both their enemies and their food.

His physical body was incredibly strong, impervious to Law Technique Law Artifact and spells. With just his two demonic hands, he could withstand and tear apart any attack!

The more he killed, the more violent his aura became.

The more realistic the demon tattoo on his body became, the more his power seemed to be rising endlessly.

The entire force of the Yellow Springs Netherworld stationed in Ghost-Crying Market has been completely alarmed and has been mobilized in full force!

Streaks of light rose from all parts of the market, and at least dozens of Qi Refining formed a formation, unleashing a barrage of insidious Law Technique and soul-binding treasures upon the man.

They attempted to suppress him again.

However, faced with this overwhelming attack, the man disregarded everything and directly charged into the magic array with his bare body.

The demonic energy surged forth, like an out-of-control meteor, crashing into the densest part of the crowd!

Boom!!!

With a deafening roar, blood and flesh flew everywhere, and the horrific screams abruptly ceased.

The seemingly impenetrable formation was forcibly torn open by him in the most savage and direct way, leaving a huge gap!

The remaining cultivators of the Yellow Springs Netherworld were still launching a frenzied attack.

Various chains, poisonous fire, and dark lightning entangled his body, but could only barely slow his progress.

It simply cannot cause any substantial damage.

Instead, cultivators were constantly being crushed or destroyed by him, becoming part of his power.

The entire Ghost-Crying Market was in complete chaos. Cries, explosions, collapsing buildings, and the man's maniacal laughter mingled together, as if the end of the world had arrived.

Qi Yun, hidden in the shadows, quietly observed for a moment the man's terrifying demeanor—his ferocious aura and how he almost single-handedly confronted the entire city's garrison—and couldn't help but let out a soft snort.

"What a monster."

Turning his gaze away, Qi Yun no longer lingered on the opportunity to "watch the show."

Taking advantage of everyone's attention being drawn to that peerless demon, they silently drifted towards the outer edge of Ghost-Crying Market along the shadowy corner.

It's time to go.

If that bloodthirsty man were to discover my whereabouts, I would die even faster and more tragically than these cultivators from the Yellow Springs Netherworld!

I'm outta here; this place is no place to linger.

Let this demon and the Yellow Springs Netherworld continue their "intimate exchange".

Qi Yun had just quietly slipped out of the Ghost-Crying Market.

Before they had gone far away, another strange event occurred!

On the edge of Ghost-Crying Market, in an inconspicuous little temple, a deep green light suddenly burst forth.

The radiance swelled in the wind, and in the blink of an eye, it transformed into a dark green cloth bag the size of a house.

The bag's mouth was wide open, like a bottomless abyss; it was none other than the infamous Divergent Method of the Yellow Springs Netherworld —the Five Yin Bag!

The moment the Five Yin Bag appeared, it exuded a terrifying sense of oppression that could freeze one's Divine Soul.

The bag's body seemed to be composed of countless struggling, twisted, and vengeful faces, constantly writhing and emitting silent, mournful cries.

Woohoo-

The Five Yin Bag emitted a low, mournful sound as a terrifying suction force descended.

In the chaotic battlefield below, those who were not disciples of the three sects and did not have time to escape, or those who wanted to take advantage of the chaos, were Rogue Cultivator.

Those with even slightly weaker cultivation levels were involuntarily swept into the air, letting out desperate screams as they plunged into the bottomless abyss.

In an instant, the Five Yin Black Baleful Intent nurtured within the bag were refined into the purest flesh and blood essence, making the green light on the bag even more profound and eerie!

"Situ Huaji, do you really want to die?"

A cold, stiff voice, devoid of any human emotion, suddenly rang out in the void, like two pieces of ice rubbing together.

The owner of the voice did not appear, but its oppressive aura, like an invisible mountain, enveloped the entire battlefield.

His cultivation level doesn't seem to be weaker than Situ Huaji's.

Upon hearing this voice, Situ Huaji, who was crushing the head of a Zombie Alliance cultivator with his bare hands, suddenly raised his head, his scarlet pupils flashing with a tangible ferocity.

Far from showing fear, he grinned widely, revealing a ferocious smile that was a mixture of violence and utter disdain, his voice booming like thunder:

Wu Yushan! You little brat!

Centuries have passed, and they're still hiding their true intentions!

If you're so capable, show yourself in person and see your Situ!

I'll kick your ass to pieces and stuff it into your tattered sack!

These vulgar and extremely insulting curses sounded particularly jarring on the deathly silent battlefield.

Wu Yushan, who was hiding in the shadows, did not speak again.

His response was met with even more ferocious movements from the Five Yin Bag!

Ming Yi Yi!!!

The bag suddenly expanded, as if it had transformed into the maw of a giant beast that devoured the heavens and the earth. The deep green Sha Qi poured down like a waterfall, no longer simply absorbing, but transforming into countless twisted black tentacles with strong corrosive and refining power, like venomous pythons, coiling around Situ Huaji from all directions!

Wherever these tentacles passed, even the air hissed and corroded, and space itself distorted slightly—it was utterly terrifying.

"Good timing!"

Situ Huaji wild roar, and the demonic patterns around his body erupted with dazzling blood light, without dodging or avoiding.

His fists, like two colossal hammers, slammed down with surging demonic energy at the menacing tentacles of Sha Qi that were entwining around him!

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

The fists and the Sha Qi tentacles clashed violently, unleashing a series of dull, deafening roars.

The demonic energy and the Five Yin Black Baleful Intent eroded and annihilated each other, emitting a sound that made one's teeth ache.

Tong Tu Huaji's fist is indestructible; he can often shatter several tentacles with a single punch.

However, the Five Yin Black Baleful Intent Fiends were inexhaustible. After being dispersed, they immediately reformed with the replenishment of the Sha Qi at the bag's opening, and once again coiled around him like a bone-deep affliction, constantly consuming his power.

They even tried to penetrate his pores and refine his flesh and blood!

For a moment, Situ Huaji was temporarily trapped by the countless flying tentacles of Sha Qi.

It was like being caught in a huge, ever-tightening net.

"Break it for me!!"

Unable to break through after a prolonged siege, Situ Huaji's ferocity was fully unleashed!

His eyes glowed crimson, almost dripping with blood, and he completely abandoned any defense.

He concentrated all the demonic energy into his right fist, and in an instant, it seemed to transform into a giant demonic arm!

He pinpointed the location of the Five Yin Bag and, ignoring the countless Sha Qi tentacles that lashed at his body, leaving deep, bone-revealing, sizzling corrosive wounds, threw a powerful punch.

With resolute force, it pierced through layers of Sha Qi and slammed into the body of the Five Yin Bag!

Pfft!

A dull thud as leather was forcibly torn!

The incredibly tough Five Yin Bag, which had refined countless lives, was actually punched through by Situ Huaji punch, leaving a huge hole.

Countless pure blood and flesh essences and filthy evil Sha Qi burst forth from the breach like a dam breaking.

"Oh!"

For the first time, the cold voice in the void trembled, letting out a muffled groan of suppressed pain.

The Law Artifact was connected to its owner's mind and spirit. The Five Yin Bag was severely damaged, and Wu Yushan, who was hiding in the shadows, immediately suffered a backlash.

Almost at the same time.

A faint, hidden beam of light shot into the sky from the small temple, disappearing into the distance at an astonishing speed, without even bothering to retrieve the damaged Five Yin Bag.

Clearly, Wu Yushan, seeing that the Law Artifact had been broken and he himself had been injured, made the decisive decision to retreat.

Situ Huaji better. His right arm, which he used to pierce the Five Yin Bag, was now charred black from his fist to his elbow, a bloody mess, and one could even see the bones being slowly dissolved by the Sha Qi.

The refining power of the Five Yin Black Baleful Intent is by no means ordinary.

After glancing at Wu Yuren who had fled, and looking at his almost crippled right arm, Situ Huaji maliciously. His demonic energy surged, transforming into a black streak, and he chased after Wu Yuren in the direction he had fled.

It's clear they're planning a fight to the death!

After this battle, Ghost-Crying Market was almost completely razed to the ground.

The forces guarding the Yellow Springs Netherworld suffered heavy losses, a devastating blow unlike anything they had ever experienced.

Amidst the ruins and smoke of battle, the hidden cultivators of the Wuji Sacred Sect Sect's Inner Mansion, taking advantage of this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity of chaos, used various methods to easily evade the remaining guard.

Having swiftly completed their assigned intelligence gathering tasks—identifying key points, pinpointing defensive weaknesses, and recording the distribution of experts— the Holy Sect cultivators who had participated in this preliminary mission had, as agreed, reunited at the hidden ravine where they had been waiting for the previous mission.

The group exchanged glances, needing no further words, their faces revealing unspoken smiles.

They may have looked a little travel-worn, but their eyes shone with an astonishing light.

Yuan Zong glanced around and, seeing that almost everyone was present, even his sallow face showed a rare hint of satisfaction.

"Fellow disciples, you've worked hard."

The fruit is ripe.

"It's time to pick the fruit!"