Yellow Springs Netherworld
The eighth floor!
A dozen heavy, sand-black fists, each carrying a terrifying gust of wind, slammed into a three-legged demon toad covered in poisonous sores, its skin as golden as gold.
Bang!
A dull thud resounded, and the demonic toad was crushed by this absolute power before it could even utter a mournful cry, turning into a pool of foul-smelling blood and flesh.
Qi Yun's Spirit Points on the back of his hand have returned to [3419].
"I'm a little tired..."
Gently rubbing his temples, a hint of fatigue appeared on his face. He had fought his way from the sixth floor to the eighth floor, and the long, continuous battle seemed to have left Qi Yun feeling somewhat tired.
A little?
Looking at the devastation all around them, with limbs and corpses scattered everywhere, Du Yunian and Shen Fan swallowed hard.
From the sixth to the eighth floor, the two of them became almost purely spectators, without even having the chance to make a move.
It was entirely Qi Yun's strength that swept over them like a tumbleweed.
The rate at which the Spirit Points on the back of his hand increased was astonishing.
The two of them teamed up and fought their way from the first floor to the fifth floor, but their combined score was less than 700 points.
Qi Yun alone possesses over 3,400 Spirit Points at this moment.
The gap is so large it's almost hurtful.
However, what Du Yunian and Shen Fan didn't know was that Qi Yun had already spent three thousand Spirit Points on the fifth floor.
He actually has nearly eight thousand true Spirit Points.
"If the leader is tired, you can rest for a while. The two of us will protect you." Seemingly having completely forgotten the image of himself being strung up like a candied hawthorn, Du Yunian once again showed his signature smile and suggested softly.
"You two are also severely injured; how can you protect me? Besides, I only have less than ten percent of my True Qi left..."
Qi Yun waved his hand, his face slightly pale, revealing his weakness.
Huh? We're both seriously injured?
They exchanged a surprised glance, and Shen and Du were about to ask a question.
An extremely sudden, chilling, and terrifying feeling swept over them like ice water being poured over their heads, making the hairs on their bodies stand on end.
The next moment!
The solid wooden "ground" beneath their feet suddenly twisted and changed shape.
Twisted, pale, and blank faces appeared without warning, densely packed and filling the entire field of vision.
These faces all opened their gaping, dark, bottomless mouths, emitting a sharp, chaotic, and terrifying howl that could tear apart the Divine Soul!
"Hundred Ghosts' Collective Howl? Isn't this a unique Law Technique of the Yellow Springs Netherworld?"
The fierce whistle reached their ears, and Du Yunian and Shen Fan immediately let out a muffled groan.
He felt as if his head had been struck by a heavy hammer, and warm blood immediately flowed from his ears. His vision went black, and his Divine Soul was shaken.
They were almost annihilated by the terrifying sound waves!
Hearing Du Yunian's instinctive cry of surprise, Qi Yun's eyes flickered slightly, and he waved his hand to envelop the two of them in the Sunken Abyss Iron Sand.
The thick, dense Sunken Abyss Iron Sand can absorb illusory power such as Divine Sense, which is perfect for countering the sonic attack of the Hundred Ghosts' Collective Howl.
"So impatient! You believed me when I said my True Qi was less than 10%?" Qi Yun's pale and weak expression vanished instantly, and his eyes gleamed with a sharp light as he snorted coldly.
Qi Refining Fifth Layer Perfection, one's physique has undergone a tempering and transformation, and one's perception of unknown dangers has become much stronger.
So from the moment he stepped onto this floor, he had a vague feeling that something was wrong.
Unexpectedly, after only a slight show of weakness, these clowns lying in ambush couldn't wait to make their move.
If this were a disciple of the Holy Sect...
Without observing until you're absolutely certain, you won't utter a single word.
Upon hearing this, the Yellow Springs Netherworld cultivator who was secretly making his move turned pale and retorted:
"You think all cultivators in the world are the same as your Holy Sect disciples?!"
"Heh heh, so you're a fellow practitioner of the demonic path."
Sensing the unusual tone in the other person's words, Qi Yun grinned.
After all, only the demonic path would call the Limitless Devil Sect the Holy Sect, while the righteous path would only call them the Demonic Sect.
"However, even if they are fellow disciples of the demonic path, trespassing into my Holy Sect's secret realm and attacking my Holy Sect disciples is still a capital offense!"
The smile on his face vanished in an instant. Qi Yun made a hand Method Formula, and his robes immediately moved without wind, fluttering loudly. A terrifying and ferocious heat wave swept out.
Southern Brightness Devil Fire!
Rise!
Boom--
A terrifying purplish-red light suddenly erupted from Qi Yun's eyes, like two burning demonic suns.
Centered on his feet, a raging, wildly dancing purplish-red wave of fire erupted like a volcanic eruption, spreading wildly in all directions!
The Southern Brightness Devil Fire Dynasty is the ultimate weapon against all falsehoods and evil spirits in the world!
The hundred ghosts released by the cultivators of the Yellow Springs Netherworld were instantly engulfed in flames by the demonic fire, just like hot oil meeting a spark.
"Ah--!!!"
A scream a hundred times more shrill and painful than the previous "Hundred Ghosts' Collective Howl" instantly resounded throughout the eighth level of space.
The flaming ghost faces twisted and howled wildly in the flames before turning into wisps of smoke and dissipating.
"Pfft..."
Unexpectedly, this disciple of the Holy Sect possessed terrifying abilities. With his Law Technique broken, Yang Sanming suddenly vomited a jet of black blood, his skin turning bluish-purple as if he were being gripped by countless hands.
Stop watching the show! Help me!!!
At the critical moment of life and death, Yang Sanming could no longer hide and used his last strength to scream shrilly.
"Yang Big Eyes, you son of a bitch... You should just go die already, why are you dragging us into this!"
No sooner had he finished speaking than several furious curses echoed from the surrounding mist and shadows of branches, their origins elusive and difficult to pinpoint:
"Yang Big Eyes! You son of a bitch...!"
Why can't you just go and die quietly? Why do you have to drag us down with you!
"There are quite a few people."
With a sweeping glance, Qi Yun calculated with his fingers, and the specks of blood-red light triggered the secrets of heaven, quickly locking onto the positions of several people around him.
"Since you're here, why not have a frank and open conversation?"
With a flick of his finger, he knocked Yang Sanming unconscious, and Qi Yun's immense Law Power erupted like a bursting dam.
Countless iron filings converged and shaped wildly, instantly transforming into more than a dozen incredibly thick, giant iron chains resembling black, coiled dragons.
These iron chains, their surfaces shimmering with a dark light, contained terrifying power and an all-piercing sharpness, relentlessly lashing and strangling at the seemingly empty void around them!
The iron chains stretched across the sky, their power unparalleled!
Wherever it passed, the air was compressed and exploded.
"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!"
A series of muffled thuds erupted from the impact!
In that seemingly empty void, ripples suddenly appeared like water.
A dozen or so cultivators, dressed in uniform black robes, with pale faces and icy gazes, were forced to reveal themselves.
A dozen pairs of cold eyes, like venomous snakes, instantly focused on the figure standing in the center of the arena, hands behind his back, his robes fluttering without wind.
Looking up at these Yellow Springs cultivators surrounded by yin Yin Qi, Qi Yun was about to speak when he suddenly felt a tremor.
"Huh?"