Ten Thousand Li Teleportation Talisman

After sacrificing several Yin Souls, Shen Ge finally reached the surface. He immediately found a crevice and squeezed inside, only stopping when he could go no farther.

"Damn, is this how powerful a fight between Golden Core Stage cultivators is? Even a casual strike is stronger than a missile."

"And that's just the Golden Core Stage. If Nascent Soul and Spirit Severing cultivators fought, wouldn't they move mountains and burn seas?"

Even now, Shen Ge was still shaken, terrified that a stray shockwave would come out of nowhere and scatter his soul.

In midair, Li Xiao had already been gravely injured by the three Golden Core cultivators, but they hadn't killed her. Instead, they had bound her with a rope Law Artifact.

Li Xiao didn't scream or hurl curses at them. Though she didn't know why they had spared her, they clearly had something else in mind.

But whatever they had in mind, she didn't care. At least she didn't have to die now.

With the brief delay bought by the Ten Thousand Souls Banner's explosion, the four had reached the edge of the formation.

Old Man Wuya wasted no words and immediately began studying the formation patterns.

"Hold them off as long as you can. I'll have an answer for you within a hundred breaths."

Master Kuangshan's face fell. Forget holding out for a hundred breaths; lasting fifty would be an achievement.

Mo Shang knew he couldn't keep hiding at a time like this. He stepped forward and said, "I can hold them off for a while. The rest is up to you."

With that, Mo Shang spread out the black cloud around him, controlling it to cover the group from above.

"I obtained this Law Treasure by chance. Though it's incomplete, its defenses are fairly good. It should hold for a while. Old Man Wuya, you'd better hurry."

"Cut the nonsense and block it." Old Man Wuya impatiently tossed out those words, then continued breaking the formation.

"Sumeru Wind!"

The fine, steady rain vanished, and a violent wind swept in from nowhere. Black whirlwinds howled past, grinding countless bamboo tips to powder.

The gale battered the black cloud, kneading and tearing at it like a toy.

Mo Shang's expression abruptly changed. The next moment, he retreated several steps behind Master Kuangshan.

A fierce Gang wind then tore through the black cloud and swept toward their faces.

Master Kuangshan's face turned deathly pale. He hurriedly gathered all his spiritual power to raise a shield, cursing furiously, "Mo Shang, you're courting death!"

Tricked by Mo Shang, Master Kuangshan wanted nothing more than to eat his flesh and drink his blood. If the attack hadn't already been right in his face, he would have killed that bastard first.

A gust of Gang wind swept past, obliterating all the flesh and blood on Master Kuangshan's body. A gleaming skeleton fell to the ground.

Mo Shang and Ghost Demoness each spat out a mouthful of blood. Though they were in a sorry state, Master Kuangshan had fortunately blocked the attack in front of them, and the Gang wind hadn't taken their lives.

Old Man Wuya weighed the Storage Bag in his hand. He had just taken it from Master Kuangshan.

Fortunately, he had been quick. Otherwise, that gust of Gang wind would have torn it to pieces.

"What are you doing?!" Ghost Demoness glared at Old Man Wuya and roared.

Instead of concentrating on breaking the formation, he had time to worry about a Storage Bag. Was he trying to get them all killed here?

Mo Shang's eyes darted about, and he began making preparations.

"Eerie Wood!"

Countless vines burst from the earth and attacked them like flood dragons. Though they looked less formidable than the previous attacks, no one doubted their power.

Seeing that the next attack was about to arrive, Old Man Wuya no longer wanted to delay. He pulled out a formation plate.

"Block this attack. The formation is almost broken."

Ghost Demoness's face darkened. She glared at Old Man Wuya, then looked at Mo Shang and said through gritted teeth, "Together!"

Mo Shang glanced at Old Man Wuya and said grimly, "You'd better hurry, or we'll all die."

With that, the two flew forward to intercept the vines striking at Old Man Wuya.

Every blow from those vines was comparable to a strike from a Late Golden Core Stage cultivator. To hold them back, the two had already exhausted every trump card they could use, yet even so, many still slipped through the net.

Watching the attacks hurtle toward him, Old Man Wuya shook his head. He knew he couldn't wait any longer. He had originally planned to wait until all three of his teammates were dead, take their Storage Bags, and then leave. After all, he had come all this way; he couldn't take a loss.

But now, it seemed there was no chance of that. Old Man Wuya activated the formation plate in his hand, and white light spread from it.

Mo Shang had kept his eye on Old Man Wuya the whole time. Though he was in a situation where he could die at any moment, he couldn't let his guard down when it came to his chance of survival.

Seeing Old Man Wuya activate the formation, Mo Shang didn't know what it was for, but since the other man wasn't panicking, it had to be a means of escape. Mo Shang gritted his teeth and rapidly formed Hand Seals. "Blood Explosion!"

Bang!

Mo Shang's entire body exploded into a cloud of bloody mist. The tremendous blast shattered several nearby vines and even sent Ghost Demoness, who was not far away, staggering.

A streak of blood-red light shot toward the white light at extreme speed, reaching it almost in the blink of an eye. The streak was well hidden, and with the bloody mist scattering everywhere, even Old Man Wuya, who was inside the formation, failed to notice it.

"Not good! It's a Ten Thousand Li Teleportation Talisman!" Li Hai roared, rapidly forming seals with both hands in an attempt to stop him.

But unfortunately, it was already too late. From the moment the formation plate activated, there had been no stopping it.

Though the Four Spirits Formation sealed off the void, it could only counter ordinary escape techniques. It was utterly useless against a Ten Thousand Li Teleportation Talisman.

White light flashed, leaving only a burst of laughter in the air. "Spirit Moon Sect, I'll remember what happened today. We'll meet again."

Ghost Demoness stared at the empty space, her expression blank for a moment before it twisted into fury. "Old ghost!"

As soon as the words left her mouth, a vine struck Ghost Demoness, slamming her into the ground and creating a huge crater.

A gale howled past, carrying shattered rocks with it. Shen Ge, in his Yin Soul state, was stretched out long and thin, nearly torn apart and dispersed.

Once the gale subsided, Shen Ge stared blankly at the mangled figure not far in front of him, meeting Ghost Demoness's gaze.

Ghost Demoness looked at Shen Ge, blood streaming constantly from her mouth. She forced a faint smile, but no matter how much she tried to look kind, it was still terrifying. After years of doing evil, she had forgotten how to smile kindly.

"L-little ghost, h-hide better."

Perhaps because she was dying, Ghost Demoness, who had committed countless evils throughout her life, actually showed kindness to a Yin Soul. A glimmer of spiritual light flew from her forehead and entered Shen Ge's.

"Don't get caught in the Ten Thousand Souls Banner again."

Shen Ge looked at Ghost Demoness in bewilderment, but fear forced him to turn and flee.

Watching Shen Ge leave, Ghost Demoness had a complicated look in her eyes: nostalgia for what she had once been, and fear of the death that awaited her.

Countless vines crashed down. A mocking smile rose to Ghost Demoness's lips, as if she were ridiculing the Spirit Moon Sect for using their numbers to bully the few.

Boom!

A crater hundreds of meters wide was smashed into the ground, and Ghost Demoness, at its very center, didn't even leave a body behind.