Interrupting the Refinement

"Quack, you've gone against the grain!"

Inside the red hall, the guarding priests began to fall into disarray.

A steady stream of dead souls poured into the entrance of the main hall, launching wave after wave of suicidal attacks.

Ren Anran stood in front of Zhang Xuezhou, occasionally shining the Boundless Jade Disc on the red-skinned dead soul dressed in a sacrificial robe.

Countless black staff shadows swirled around the crowd, and Badun's long staff slipped from his hand, unleashing countless staff shadows.

This is an extreme display of striking speed. Each staff shadow appears to be an afterimage, yet each staff shadow is real. Moreover, the staff is not in Badun's hand, which seems to be a manifestation of the Ninth Sequence Domain ability.

It was unclear what material the long staff was made of, but it occasionally collided with the weaving chains, producing a series of crisp sounds, and blocked most of the chains that were attacking the priests.

Ren Anran used the Boundless Jade Wall to control the situation, while Ren Yisheng unleashed a mental storm to kill Ren Anran single-handedly.

Not only did everyone gain a foothold in the main hall, but they also launched a well-organized counterattack.

The three-zhang-tall clay figure remained motionless, occasionally breaking through defenses and muttering curses, while also reciting mantras to control the souls of the dead.

On the other hand, a talking bird perched on the clay figure's shoulder was hopping around happily, occasionally flying up to hurl a few curses before flying back to the clay figure's shoulder.

"Zhang, even if you control all the dead souls, do you think they can harm our master? Do you think they have the guts to kill their master? No matter what you struggle against, it's all in vain!"

The bird's wings were like arms on its hips. The other party was also familiar with Zhang Xuezhou. It cursed like a shrew, and used the Scarlet Alliance State, which even Badun and others could understand.

"The master has now rejuvenated and is eternally youthful. He has no use for trash like you. If you dare to take another step forward, I'll wipe you all out!"

Ren Yisheng dodged left and right, constantly avoiding the chains that were struck by the shadows of the sticks, while also launching attacks from time to time.

He listened to the birds' noisy chirping and repeatedly tried to break through the gaps to launch a direct attack, but was repeatedly blocked by the red-skinned undead.

"Hey!"

Ren Yisheng counted them; there were 156 red-skinned dead souls, and 23 of them had betrayed Zhang Xuezhou and joined his side.

After a simple one-on-one engagement, they were left with nearly a hundred red-skinned undead to target.

Ren Yisheng couldn't say that these red-skinned undead were weak, after all, their abilities were similar to his, possessing extremely unique control powers; it was just that these undead had encountered Badun.

If he were to collide with Montes Badun, Ren Yisheng believed the outcome would be no different.

Control and domain are completely different. The former is one-to-one control and attack, while the latter is the power to control a group within a certain range and can also resist attacks in terms of numbers.

As long as Badun's domain power exists, the opponent can resist most of the offensive forces.

The difference Seventh Sequence and Eighth Sequence is not significant, but once mastery is elevated to the level of domain power, the difference in power becomes extremely obvious.

Without sufficient understanding, the Ninth Sequence will once again demonstrate its overwhelming dominance.

Ren Yisheng was fortunate that Badun was on their side at this time, and that any entanglements and grudges could be dealt with in a more peaceful way later.

As soon as a familiar shout reached their ears, a series of collision sounds rang out from behind, accompanied by Badun's muffled groan as he withdrew his control, and Chimmon Hagrid emerged from the horde of undead behind them.

"I was almost scared to death outside, and then you almost beat me to death when you came in! How did you organize this operation?!"

Chimmon Hagrid cursed a few times, then quickly glanced at the chaotic fight in the hall.

"Do not step out of Badun's territory, or those chains of red skin and withered bones will pierce your body!"

"So fierce?"

Ren Yisheng quickly gave a word of advice, and Chimon Haig's face showed a hint of horror. He scanned back and forth, and after several more attacks, his expression darkened.

"Give him a try!"

Ren Yisheng pointed to the huge clay figure at the very front of the main hall.

The mental storm can be blocked by the red-skinned undead with chains, leading to a tug-of-war or forcing Ren Yisheng to give up. However, Chimmon Hagrid is good at piercing attacks with small objects and can even throw multiple sharp, curved weapons at once, making it more successful in attacking the rear.

"He's the mastermind behind it all?"

Chimmon Hagrid's hands were faster than his mouth.

With Badun in charge of protection, he wasn't worried about attracting hatred.

Before he could finish speaking, more than a dozen slender steel needles flew out of his hand.

As soon as he finished speaking, more than ten steel needles pierced through the gaps in the red-skinned dead soul, and with a flash of silver light, they all landed on the mud figure.

A sound like hitting a steel plate rang out, and Chimon Haig's expression changed slightly.

His needles are extremely sharp and can pose a great threat to the resistance layer of the Seventh Sequence, but they are less effective in direct confrontation.

"This guy's body is even tougher than Zhou Xin's; you'd need a blunt weapon to penetrate him!"

Reaching out to pull the steel needle through the clay figure's eyes, the needle still emitted a series of piercing sounds, and Chimon Hagrid realized that things were going to get complicated.

If such an impenetrable defense occurs in a formal confrontation, it means that they will most likely have to lay off staff.

Why isn't that guy moving?

Chimmon Hagrid's steel needles, unable to pierce through, quickly curved and, when swung out again, all the needles pierced the body of a bird that had just taken flight.

"Someone killed a bird!"

A agonizing wail echoed as Chimmon Hagrid had just asked Ren Yisheng a question when the clay figure on the throne turned its eyes toward him.

A sudden darkness engulfed him, and Chimmon Hagrid felt as if his head had been struck by a heavy hammer.

The image of being defeated by Badun with an iron bar flashed before his eyes, and Chimmon Hagrid felt his emotions were hard to control. A feeling of resentment welled up inside him, but before his anger could surge out of his chest, Chimmon Hagrid felt a cool sensation flow through him, and all the resentment in front of him quickly faded away.

"Such a strong deterrent and pressure!"

Chimon Hagrid snapped out of his daze and saw that Ren Yisheng's Dragon Elephant Combat Technique was still in its finishing move.

He gasped in horror, almost trying to squeeze through the door behind him.

Chimmon Hagrid has been defeated before, but he has never been defeated by someone who barely glances at him.

This only proves that the gap in strength between the two is as wide as a chasm.

"I don't seem to be of any use to you staying here, do I?"

Chimon Hagrid's heart pounded, and for a moment he dared not look ahead, but instead whispered to Ren Yisheng to see if they could leave.

"Blocking him once will have its uses," Ren Yisheng advised. "You finally managed to climb up here; how can you run faster than him? Besides, where can you escape to in this place!"

"I'm starting to wonder if you're giving me a hallucination. How did I end up in such a place that defies all common sense about terrain!"

Chimmon Hagrid grumbled under his breath, his face full of sorrow. He felt he shouldn't have believed Badun's nonsense, much less have had the idea of stepping into the Ninth Sequence.

He painstakingly climbed up, only to be nearly overwhelmed by a single glare from someone, which nearly plunged him into a state of negative emotions.

The greater the reward, the greater the risk, but Chimon Haig never expected the risk to be so outrageously high.

"A piece of trash like you dares to attack me? You must not be allowed to live!"

A deep, thunderous sound roared through the hall. The clay figure rose from the throne and spoke, creating an effect in the sealed space that was almost like an explosion.

Like the 'Moo Storm' power released from the Changkong Luo, Chimmon Hagrid felt an instant, deafening blast, and then the whole world fell silent.

It wasn't that the world suddenly went silent; rather, it caused him to lose his hearing in a very short moment.

"Kill!"

A chill ran down his spine. With a flick of his sleeve, Chimon Hagrid unleashed hundreds of sharp weapons that transformed into silver light, shooting out from the swaying, dazed group of red-skinned undead.

Just like him, when the mudman roared and attacked, the crowd didn't cover their ears tightly, but also saw an opportunity to pass through the red-skinned undead's attack.

In the brief opening, everyone launched a counterattack in an instant.