The sudden change caused an uproar, as five scroll paintings were simultaneously swept away by blasting sands. If they weren't magical artifacts, they would have turned to dust instantly.
The opponent also didn't expect these five lists to be artifacts and was montarily stunned before preparing to strike again.
A scorching sensation suddenly swept from behind, and Ma Mian imdiately maneuvered forward. Gazing intently, Han Yu had already leaped into the air, his two flaming wings behind him fanning out a sea of fire that swept in overwhelmingly.
As Ma Mian was about to be engulfed by the sea of fire, a black mist instantly enveloped him, and in the next mont, he appeared a hundred ters away.
"You're seeking death!"
A furious voice rang out, but fire lotuses the size of a palm appear around him.
Pa!
With a snap of fingers, the fire lotuses blood and exploded, and the entire sky burst into clusters of fire accompanied by loud explosions.
"Can't hit, the opponent's divine technique enables teleportation."
The artifact spirit in the sea of consciousness frowned and reminded him.
Sure enough, after the fire sea dissipated, there was no trace of him.
"Above!"
The artifact spirit loudly warned in the sea of consciousness.
Suddenly looking up, a massive boulder plumted, bearing down heavily on Han Yu's head.
Peng!
Two iron fists, carrying the force of thunder, punched through the stone, causing debris to fly. The crowd below quickly used various thods to crush the debris into powder, yet they still stood by, watching.
"Ladies and gentlen, I am Ou Mingdong, the White Emperor City Guardian. The masked person above is a remnant of the Corpse Refining Lineage. I implore everyone to join forces to capture this thief."
Ou Mingdong stood out and shouted loudly. The opponent was in the Realm of Transcendence, which Han Yu alone likely can't handle. There are about three hundred cultivators here, most beginning at the Divine Gaze Realm.
If we could join forces to assist Han Yu, perhaps we might really capture Ma Mian.
He thought it well, but the group of cultivators below didn't move. To them, the notion of the Corpse Refining Lineage remnants seed distant, at least it hadn't threatened them yet.
Rather than getting involved, they might as well peacefully watch the excitent.
"Bastards! This group doesn't know what's good for them. They should think whether their own sects were involved when the Corpse Refining Sect was previously wiped out. If they make a coback, could they still stay unaffected?"
The cousin couldn't help but curse.
Bai Junya looked extrely anxious, her small hands clenched until they turned white, her eyes worriedly fixed on the sky, not daring to look away for a mont.
In the air, after Han Yu shattered the boulder, a pale hand erged from the rubble and struck fiercely at his chest, sending him plumting several ters. The opponent rushed in once again.
"Fight him."
The artifact spirit shouted.
The wings behind Han Yu suddenly flared up, halting his descent, and he rushed forward to et his opponent.
The two figures imdiately tangled together, Han Yu's fiery iron fists nearly burning, clashing heavily. Ma Mian flew back several ters, but showed no visible damage.
After shaking his figure, the black mist covered him once again, disappearing from sight.
"Behind!"
With the artifact spirit's sensing, Han Yu turned almost instinctively with a spinning kick that coincidentally t the opponent's iron fist.
Both sides clashed again, and the more Han Yu fought, the stranger he felt.
This guy isn't Ma Mian!
All this ti and not a trace of spiritual power unleashed, coupled with this unusual physique, inexplicably gave him a familiar feeling.
Every ti the fake Ma Mian vanished, Han Yu could imdiately pursue using the artifact spirit, launching another attack where he appeared next.
Though the aerial battle lacked the dazzling techniques typical of ordinary cultivators, the sound of each physical collision echoed like thunder, greatly impressing the watching cultivators below.
"Damn it, those two up there, not to ntion the masked one, that young man could definitely make it into the top ten of the Celestial Pride List, right?"
A cultivator couldn't help but curse.
"More than top ten, possibly top three."
Another cultivator countered, reasoning simply that Han Yu appeared younger than those previously in the top three lists, his prowess seeming unmatched in the Divine Gaze Realm. Even the Nine Sects' disciples might fare the sa.
"Go to hell!"
Han Yu suddenly erupted in flas, crashing towards the opponent like a teor.
Dong!
The chest of the Faux Horse Face caved in by more than half, and the imnse force sent him plumting down violently.
The crowd below dispersed in an instant, watching the figure fall heavily, kicking up a cloud of dust.
"Attack!"
Ou Mingdong exchanged a glance with his cousin, and they both acted together.
The Carefree Fan was wielded repeatedly, and in Ou Mingdong's hands, its power was even more formidable than back in Qingzhou. True Essence gathered from the fan shot out amidst the dust, twisting and twirling like threading a needle.
The cousin patted his chest, and countless iron pieces jumped into the air, quickly assembling into a tiny cannon. After a fist-sized Spirit Stone was loaded in, unusual ripples began emanating from the muzzle.
Under a brief conversion of energy, blasts comparable to the Great Perfection Realm continuously launched into the dust cloud.
"Bind it tight for . I'll blast it for three days and nights before stopping."
The cousin shouted to Ou Mingdong.
Despite his words, after a brief mont, the Spirit Stone was exhausted, and the drawback of the Mo Family's chanism beca apparent. Without the Spirit Stone, even with True Essence, the Magical Artifact couldn't be mobilized.
As the cannon fire stopped, the dust gradually settled, revealing a rather battered figure.
At this mont, the robe on the Faux Horse Face was mostly destroyed, exposing cyan skin, limbs wrapped in golden True Essence, and the mask on its face had fallen off, revealing a bluish, bloodless face beneath.
More notably, there was a black talisman on its forehead inscribed with blood-red runes.
"Not alive!"
Han Yu landed, looking at the figure, his heart chilled.
Having dealt with the Corpse Refining Lineage many tis, he could easily tell this was another peculiar corpse.
"Get away, it's about to self-destruct!"
A whistling sound from afar, Ling Wuce shouted urgently.
He had rushed to White Emperor City, and noticed the battle from ten miles away. After ordering his n to station the Flying Shuttle, he hurried on ahead.
He had just arrived when he was almost scared witless.
The whole outside of White Emperor City was bathed in red light, and this group of people, every single one of them, had an incredibly bright On Star above their heads. Looking at the masterpiece of the Corpse Refining Lineage on the ground, how could he not guess what they were up to!
Damn, they wanted to replicate the Ascension Tower incident.
"Next ti, play again."
The corpse spoke expressionlessly, and the talisman on its forehead suddenly ignited.
"Run, an extrely foul energy is rampaging."
The Artifact Spirit in the Sea of Consciousness suddenly grew urgent.
"Run!"
Han Yu grabbed Bai Junya with his left hand and Bai Jingliang with his right, shouting to his companions before rapidly shooting outwards, the flas behind him flaring up and pushing him even faster.
The group dared not delay, desperately fleeing after him, and seeing others escaping too, combining it with the words of the transcendent strongman in mid-air, who dared to stay? They took to the air, fleeing in a panic...
Behind them ca a sudden, earth-shattering roar, and a Heaven and Earth Destruction energy ceaselessly swept and spread, twisting the surrounding space.
So cultivators who reacted even slightly slower were caught by the twisted space and forcibly dragged into the energy field, shredded on the spot.
Within a mile, a massive energy field continuously twisted and surged. The city walls of White Emperor City had long disappeared, and the mansions near the walls were drawn in and ground to powder by the energy field; it was feared that the civilians inside were dood as well.
It all happened too fast, from the burning of the talisman to the explosion of the energy field, in just a blink of an eye. Even among the spectators thinking to watch the excitent, many were caught in it.
Han Yu only dared to ascend and look down after leading the others five miles out. Outside White Emperor City was now unrecognizable, and with the continuous contraction of the energy field, a colossal pit was gradually revealed underground.
Ling Wuce joined a few people, also looking down at the scene, his brow deep and serious.
The Ghostly Realm sches of these people grew more nurous, and their thods more ruthless.
He had always thought Quan Xiaotong was too aggressive, but witnessing this tragedy firsthand, he realized it was not aggression, but being driven to desperation.
On the other hand, perhaps Quan Xiaotong had also pushed the opponents to their limit...
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