Its oppressive pressure was so condensed and majestic that even Xuanmo True Monarch felt a heart palpitation, as if facing not a peer but an old monster of Nascent Soul Perfection.

The other presence was grand and righteous, yet carried an ancient sense of withered dignity and mana waves vast as the seas.

"Who?"

Xuanmo True Monarch’s face changed immensely, mixing astonishment and anger.

Though he foresaw Xu Ping would come prepared, he didn’t anticipate Xu Ping had such powerful allies lying in wait.

And these two, both completely unfamiliar in aura, clearly weren’t from the Outer Seas.

The two figures emerging from the black mist were naturally Nine Nether Elder and Hongyi, whose appearance and aura had been thoroughly altered.

Nine Nether Elder took the first move.

With a wave of his thin hand, a "Yin Spirit Corpse" that was pitch-black throughout, wrapped in countless chains of wraith souls, emitting the terrifying waves of a fourth-rank top-grade, roared out, directly pouncing on the brown-robed elder and the brocade-robed youth.

This Yin Spirit Corpse had been refined over years and nourished by the ghost path origin after his advancement to the late stages, reaching an unimaginable level of power.

Combined with his bizarre ghost path divine techniques, he truly fought one against two, firmly entangling them, even gaining the absolute upper hand.

Meanwhile, Hongyi let out a long cry, summoning an ancient bronze war halberd whose halberd light tore through the black mist, carrying the power to shatter the void, directly targeting Xuanmo True Monarch.

Xu Ping’s pressure instantly reduced, his eyes flashing with a cold gleam.

Without hesitation, he flicked his sleeves!

"Whoosh

The Ten Thousand Souls Banner, roiling with overwhelming demonic qi, fluttered in the wind, and the more fearsome master soul phantom roared out.

Under Xu Ping’s command, its scarlet eyes instantly locked onto the special fourth-rank top-grade puppet.

This puppet had strong defenses; binding it with phantoms was most suitable.

Phantom spirits hissed, transforming into a sky-covering demonic cloud, countless chains of lamentation and ghost claws attacked the metal puppet like a torrential storm.

The two quickly tangled together, demonic qi clashing madly with spiritual light, making it hard to distinguish winner from loser.

Xu Ping’s true form and the Wood Spirit Avatar exchanged glances, expressing mutual understanding.

Swipe! Swipe!

Two figures, like arrows leaving the bowstring, charged with overwhelming murderous intent, heading straight for the brown-robed elder and brocade-robed youth under Nine Nether Elder’s assault.

To these two, already on the brink of collapse, this was undoubtedly an exterminating disaster.

"Sword Extinguish!"

The Wood Spirit Avatar guided sword with a finger, seventy-three magic swords reappeared, chaotic sword light evolved five elements of creation and destruction, transforming into a devastating torrent sweeping forth.

Xu Ping’s true form manipulated the army formation formed by ten fourth-rank puppets, coalescing a colossal energy fist imprint, smashing down forcefully.

Nine Nether Elder’s Yin Spirit Corpse and countless malicious spirits’ curses attacked wildly.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

Sword light, fist imprints, corpse claws, ghost wails... various terrifying energies instantly engulfed the brown-robed elder and brocade-robed youth completely.

Their protective spiritual light shattered like paper layers, the defensive magical treasures emitted mournful sounds, the spiritual light dimming rapidly.

In merely an instant, they were severely injured, spewing blood like worthless water, their faces as pale as gilt paper.

"Break!"

Xu Ping’s cold gaze was like eternal profound ice.

The center of his brow flashed with an elusive glimmer of brilliance.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

Two seemingly invisible and intangible Soul-Breaking Needles silently merged into the cascade of attacks and darkness, like dormant abyss snakes.

Instantly bridging the final distance, they fiercely stabbed into the deepest reach of the brown-robed elder and brocade-robed youth’s sea of consciousness.

"Ah—!!!"

Their bodies abruptly stiffened, as if their souls had been instantly extracted, letting out piercing, agonizing screams.

The horrific damage to their divine souls was far more terrifying than physical injuries, causing all their defenses and magics to stall and disperse fatally.

It was this brief moment of stagnation!

Whip! Whip!

The Yin Spirit Corpse’s razor-sharp claws entwined with curses, like hot knives slicing butter, easily penetrating the two’s last fragile protective spiritual light, viciously tearing apart their chests.

Then.

Bang—

The chaotic sword light torrent of the Five Elements Sword Domain and the puppet giant fists controlled by the Wood Spirit Avatar crushed the two’s physical bodies completely like ants.

"No!"

They only managed to let out one last despair-laden scream full of endless fear and unwillingness before their bodies shattered under the terrifying attacks, like splendid fireworks.

Transforming into blood mist and ashes.

Two nascent souls, barely an inch tall and identical to their main body’s appearance yet filled with panic and fear, screamed as they escaped from the mangle of flesh, attempting to teleport to evade death.

The brown-robed elder’s nascent soul was full of horror.

He gritted his teeth, as if making an excruciating decision, and struggled to offer a quaint jade talisman with small hands.

He opened his small mouth, spitting out a remarkably pure essence of primordial qi on the jade talisman.

Buzz—!

The jade talisman erupted with dazzling silver radiance.

A force far exceeding ordinary spatial fluctuations exploded, forcibly tearing apart the dense black mist, the ghost path restriction set by Nine Nether Elder, and even the spatial blockade brought by Xu Ping’s Sword Domain.

With a silver flash, like teleportation, the silver light enveloped the brown-robed elder’s nascent soul, transforming into a nearly indiscernible spatial ripple, vanishing instantly.

The speed was so quick that even Xu Ping and others couldn’t respond!

"A quasi-fifth-rank Escape Talisman?"

Nine Nether Elder’s typically calm eyes finally flashed with genuine surprise and oddness.

This level of life-saving talisman is extremely difficult to craft, its materials are rare, regarded as strategic resources.

Even for hegemonies like the Star Palace, it is absolutely a treasure kept in the deepest chest, unexpectedly possessed by the brown-robed elder.

On the other hand, the brocade-robed youth’s nascent soul did not have such heaven-defying life-saving items.

In panic and confusion, he attempted to perform nascent soul teleportation, only to despairingly find that the space around him had been solidified by Xu Ping’s Sword Array, Nine Nether Elder’s ghost path restriction, and dense black mist.

Teleport divine technique...failed!