Zhao You held the bone sword as he slowly advanced towards Qin Chuan. The pale bone sword emitted an eerie and chilling white light, as if it were not an entity, but condensed from the very concept of "death" itself. Before the sword edge arrived, the absolute silence and all-ending aura had already spread, seemingly twisting and dimming the surrounding light.
On Qin Chuan’s face, a trace of solemnity and apprehension also appeared involuntarily, but soon he laughed again, with a hint of ridicule and relief in his smile.
"Bluffing? Do you think I, Qin Chuan, would enter the fray without absolute confidence, to engage in a grueling battle with you here? — They are coming!"
What?! For the first ti, a crack appeared in Zhao You’s eternally cold expression, revealing surprise. At this mont, he suddenly noticed a bizarre change in the surrounding environnt!
The Netherworld Battlefield, originally eternally dark and shrouded with cold ghostly green fires and gray mist, suddenly revealed a sense of... almost falsified "sunny brilliance"! A warm golden hue dispelled so of the coldness, tinting everything with an abnormal warm tone.
However, for the ghosts and undead living in the Netherworld, this warm tone, for mortals, was an undeniable disaster.
Zhao You suddenly looked up, instantly filled with shock and anger!
He saw that on the previously shadowy and soul-fired interwoven canopy of the Netherworld, a "sun" had appeared!
It was no illusion! The warm light truly and incessantly poured down to the ground. On the battlefield, countless low-level corpse ghosts and wandering souls let out shrill cries as white smoke sizzled from their surfaces, beginning to lt like ice and snow! Even the elite ghost soldiers in heavy armor emitted bursts of blue smoke from the gaps in their armor, crying out in pain. For a mont, Ghosts cried, Retreated, a temporary stagnation and chaos appeared on the previously fierce battlefield!
Zhao You, incredulous, gaze fixated on the dazzling "sun," straining his eyes through the piercing golden light to its core. Vaguely, he saw an enormous, exceptionally majestic golden divine bird spreading its vast wings, radiating endless light and heat from its body!
Golden Crow!?
The next second, the "sun" suddenly blazed even brighter!
Flaming Sun Sky Fire — Fire Feather teor!
The Golden Crow Divine Bird’s wings shook once, and countless feathers burning with golden flas poured down like teor fire rain, streaking across the Netherworld sky, covering the densest area of the Netherworld Emperor’s army!
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
As the fiery feathers struck the ground, they exploded, transforming into intensely burning clusters of golden solar fla, flas of utmost yang and rigor, the absolute nesis of yin spirits and ghosts. Within the range of these flas, whether corpse ghost, skeletal warrior, or powerful resentful spirit, all were instantly purified and vaporized, not even leaving behind ashes!
"Such a Flaming Sun Sky Fire! Daoist Sui Feng, your Incarnation Technique is truly marvelous. In that case, I shall also lend a tune to the accompanint!"
The voice of Miao Fa Yuanjun echoed as well.
Eighth Rank Immortal Technique — Tornado Chaos Dance!
The exceedingly sharp howling sound instantly drowned out all the noise on the battlefield! The air currents between heaven and earth beca extrely violent, and imnse grey-black tornado vortexes connecting heaven and earth suddenly ford, lashing at the ground like whips of a giant god!
Even more terrifying was that these raging tornadoes easily enveloped the countless scattered golden fiery feathers within them, helping the wind fuel the fire, and in the blink of an eye, more than a dozen heavenly and earthly firestorm tornados were born! They rampaged and ravaged within the Netherworld Emperor’s army, as if possessing the life of apocalypse, turning everything to ashes, annihilating the undead!
Thankfully, Xiao Jie and Miao Fa Yuanjun Su Zhiqing were extrely restrained when casting spells, keeping the destructive tornadoes’ range as much as possible outside of the city area. Although the city’s garrison could feel the terrifying heat waves and tremors from the storm, trembling with fear, they were not directly attacked.
"Immortal!?" Zhao You uttered through gritted teeth, almost squeezing out the words from between his teeth. He felt the pure and vast Immortal Spirit power, incompatible with the deathly aura of the Netherworld, yet overwhelmingly mighty.
"Who else but an Immortal could wield such a world-shaking spell?"
"Indeed." A clear and calm voice responded. As the words fell, two figures descended from the sky like teors, carrying an overwhelming pressure, landing steadily on the battlefield, precisely Lin Xuance and Wu Qingyue! The two stood left and right, together with Yama Qin Chuan, barely holding his ground in the front, forming a perfect triangular formation, encircling Netherworld Emperor Zhao You at the center!
Facing the encirclent of three formidable foes, Zhao You let out a cold laugh: "Ha, Shen Jizi, that old bastard, really willing to let you ’treasures’ leave Gu Yun State? What, hadn’t you packed your bags, ready to flee this sinking ship? Why pretend to intervene now?"
Lin Xuance’s expression remained unchanged, waving his horsetail whisk and saying indifferently, "We cultivators of Gu Yun State are not rely seeking self-preservation. I and these fellow Daoists by my side, all have aspirations of saving the world. Since the calamity is upon us, how can we sit idly by and wait for death? Let us start by rectifying the chaos here in your Netherworld disturbances."
"Save the world? Hahaha!" Zhao You seed to hear the world’s most ridiculous joke, getting infuriated into continuous cold laughter, "You fools! You have no idea what the apocalypse truly is about! How terrifying it is! Your current actions are nothing but a mantis trying to stop a chariot, a futile struggle! Trying to extinguish a vast deluge with a ager candle fla.
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