A black claw reached out of thin air from in front of Ming Shuang, grabbing directly at Feng Wuhen's Qinghong Dao Sword, with lightning speed.
Feng Wuhen's pupils constricted, and he quickly retreated.
The next moment, a black vortex appeared out of thin air, and the figures behind the black claws emerged from the black vortex, one, two, ..., in the blink of an eye, seven black figures flashed out from the black vortex.
These black figures were cloaked in black robes, their faces hidden in the shadows of their hoods, surrounded by dense dark energy, like envoys from the deep Nether Abyss. Their appearance caused the entire space to tremble, and an extremely oppressive and terrifying Aura permeated the air.
"Domain Lord!"
Ming Shuang looked at the leader excitedly and greeted him respectfully.
"Useless! To be forced into such a desperate situation so easily." The leading black figure, the one Ming Shuang called the Domain Lord, glanced coldly at Ming Shuang, his Aura overwhelming.
He slowly raised his hand, a pair of black claws appearing particularly menacing in the dim light. As he lifted his black robe to reveal a terrifying face, it was a unique countenance that blended the features of the Nether Ghost Clan and a ghost hybrid. It was neither purely sinister nor terrifying, but a perfect intertwining of the two extreme traits. One pupil was a deep, ethereal blue, like a cold star in the endless night sky, flickering with ruthlessness; the other was fiery red, as if it could penetrate the deepest fears and desires of the human heart, burning with endless wrath and ambition.
In the center of his forehead, a slender black 紋路 extended upwards from between his brows, disappearing into the shadow of his hood—that was the unique Bloodline mark of the Nether Ghost Clan, symbolizing his absolute control over Nether Power. His face was covered with terrifying scars, and his lips were tightly pressed into a straight line, exuding a cold Aura.
Most striking were the sharp fangs extending from both sides of his chin, glinting with cold light, a mark of the ghost royal Bloodline, and a terrifying weapon for tearing at enemies and absorbing vitality in battle. His entire skin was crimson, with faint black patterns subtly flowing beneath it, like the Nether River flowing on the surface of his skin, adding a touch of mystery and eeriness.
His body beneath the black robe was also fully revealed, with fluid and explosive muscle lines, containing explosive power. His figure was tall and upright, nearly ten feet tall, like an insurmountable mountain, exuding a powerful Aura of the Dao Realm.
As the leader appeared, the remaining six black figures also revealed themselves. Although they did not possess the same majestic Aura as the Domain Lord, they all exuded a formidable Combined Body Realm Aura that could not be underestimated.
"Who are you?" Feng Wuhen held his Qinghong Dao Sword, his sword-like eyes fixed on the opponent.
"Die with understanding today. Demon Abyss Ninth Domain - Domain Lord, Nether Ghost Clan Emperor - Luo Yan." Domain Lord Luo Yan's lips curled into a cold sneer, filled with contempt for Feng Wuhen, his gaze as if looking at a dead man.
Before he finished speaking, a pair of black claws suddenly swung down, bringing with them a howling yin wind, rushing straight towards Feng Wuhen.
"Clang, clang..." Intense clashing sounds rang out incessantly, the Qinghong Dao Sword sparking, and the collision with the black claws stirred up visible ripples, the terrifying aftermath distorting the surrounding space.
The Sword Qi of Feng Wuhen's Qinghong Dao Sword was like weaving, forming layers of sword-screens, neutralizing Luo Yan's swift attack one by one.
"Hmph, a bit interesting." Luo Yan snorted coldly, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes. He hadn't expected a Sword Cultivator who had just advanced to the Dao Realm to be able to make such a precise counterattack in such a short time. This level of strength indeed exceeded his expectations.
However, Luo Yan was, after all, the Emperor of the Nether Ghost Clan, and his strength was beyond what ordinary people could achieve. His figure flickered, appearing like a ghost on Feng Wuhen's flank, another black claw silently reaching out, aiming directly for the opponent's vital chest.
Feng Wuhen's mind raced, his body quickly retreating, while his Qinghong Dao Sword carved a perfect arc in the air, its tip pointing directly at Luo Yan's throat.
Luo Yan seemed to have anticipated his counterattack, his figure flickering again, easily dodging the strike.
"Good speed, but the power is still far off."
Luo Yan sneered, his figure erupting, a pair of black claws comparable to Dao Artifacts assailing Feng Wuhen like a furious storm.
Feng Wuhen's expression was grave, knowing that facing such a powerful expert, any slackness would be fatal. His entire Spiritual Qi surged, and the Qinghong Dao Sword in his hand seemed to come alive, its Sword Qi like a Dragon, accompanied by the force of thunder.
"Profound Heaven Sword Formation, Defend!" Feng Wuhen roared, his internal Spiritual Qi instantly boiling, transforming into countless Sword Qi, which instantly condensed into the Profound Heaven Sword Formation.
Immediately, centered around Feng Wuhen, the surrounding air seemed to be drawn by an invisible force, gradually condensing into sharp Sword Qi, rapidly intertwining and rotating in the air, finally forming a complex and vast Sword Formation. Within the Sword Formation, Sword Qi flickered, and myriad Sword Qi enveloped the entire space.
"Crack, crack, crack..." Each sharp Sword Qi violently collided with the two Nether Ghost Claws, erupting with deafening shattering sounds. The surrounding space and the Seal Grand Formation could not withstand the impact of such power, trembling violently.
Seeing this, Luo Yan did not get angry but laughed instead, a deeper smile curling at his lips.
"Keep going, kid, put in more effort. With your help, this Yin Evil Seal Grand Formation will soon be broken."
Luo Yan looked at Feng Wuhen with a playful expression, gesturing.
Before he finished speaking, an unprecedented terrifying Aura erupted from his body. It was the ultimate manifestation of Nether Power, and the entire space, drawn by this power, began to twist and deform.
Luo Yan's figure suddenly expanded, his black robe billowing, and the dark energy surrounding him grew denser, condensing into a black shield around him as if substantial, deflecting the close-range Sword Qi one by one.
"Nether Dao Domain, Open!" Luo Yan roared, suddenly pulling his hands apart. Instantly, a brand new Netherworld, filled with death and despair, slowly unfolded behind him. In an instant, yin winds howled, ghost shadows flickered, as if the wails and roars of countless Nether creatures converged into a sea, spreading outwards, launching a fierce attack on Feng Wuhen with thunderous force.
Feng Wuhen listened to Luo Yan's words and saw the formation he had set up. How could he not know that Luo Yan was preparing to go all out and fight him with full strength here, using the aftermath of the battle between the two Dao Lords to destroy the Restriction of the Extreme Yin Seal Grand Formation.
Feng Wuhen's heart tightened, realizing he had been drawn into a terrifying trap. If Luo Yan truly destroyed the Extreme Yin Seal Grand Formation, the consequences would be unimaginable. If the two-world passage Seal opened, and the Demon Abyss invaded, this world would fall into endless darkness.
For a time, Feng Wuhen became constrained, transforming into wisps of clear wind, constantly dodging Luo Yan's surging attacks.
However, even though Feng Wuhen transformed into wind and was extremely agile, his movements were greatly restricted within Luo Yan's Nether Dao Domain. Each dodge was like dancing on a knife's edge; a slight misstep could lead to eternal damnation.
"Haha, run, let's see how long you can run!"
Luo Yan laughed heartily, his strange pupils revealing a cold killing intent. He thoroughly enjoyed the feeling of playing his opponent in the palm of his hand, and his attacks became even more swift and fierce.
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Li Mu, hidden in the shadows, witnessed this scene, seeing the appearance of the Nether Dao Lord and Feng Wuhen falling into a disadvantage. He secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, he hadn't rushed to show himself, otherwise, it would have been difficult to help Wind Sword Master solve this problem.
Li Mu's Divine Thought moved, and he took out nine formation plates from his tianxuan ring, quietly releasing them to envelop the entire edge of the underground space. These nine formation plates were core components of high-level teleportation Dao Artifacts, each containing complex spatial Spiritual Runes, capable of instantly constructing spatial passages spanning thousands of miles.
"Wind Sword Master, hold on, I'm here to help you escape!" Li Mu's Divine Thought transmitted.
Before he finished speaking, Li Mu quickly formed hand Seals, infusing all his Chaos Power into the formation plates. With his low roar, the nine formation plates simultaneously lit up with dazzling light. As the light intertwined, a huge spatial vortex rapidly formed at the edge of the battlefield, like a portal to an unknown world.
"Who!"
"Damn it!"
"Bastard, there's still a rat hiding!"
...
The seven Combined Body Realm Cultivators, who were observing the battle between the two Dao Lords and guarding the surroundings, cursed angrily. However, Li Mu's actions were too concealed and too swift. Before they could cast spells to stop him, with a "whoosh," all the Cultivators were swallowed by the suddenly appearing spatial vortex, leaving only astonished and angry roars echoing in the distorted space.
Luo Yan's face was ashen. He had never expected that at this critical moment, someone would dare to interfere with his plan.
"A mere ant! How dare you obstruct this Lord's great undertaking!" Luo Yan roared furiously, spreading his hands as if to tear apart the spatial vortex with his Nether Dao Domain. But to his surprise, the spatial vortex was exceptionally stable. Not only was it not destroyed, but it rapidly contracted, affecting the Nether Dao Domain and preparing to teleport him away as well.
"Let go!" Feng Wuhen's eyes lit up, and he launched a hateful sword strike.
This sword strike of Feng Wuhen condensed all his will, the Sword Qi like a Dragon, cutting through the sky, aiming directly at Luo Yan's vital point. If he could severely injure him at this moment, perhaps some of the situation could still be salvaged.
Luo Yan snorted coldly, forced to focus his attention on Feng Wuhen, and swung his claws to block.
With a "whoosh!" Luo Yan and Feng Wuhen, the two Dao Lords, disappeared together into the core area of the Extreme Yin Grand Formation as the spacetime vortex converged.
Li Mu breathed a sigh of relief as Luo Yan and Feng Wuhen were swallowed by the spatial vortex, but his brows were tightly furrowed. The problem was only temporarily solved; the real challenge still lay ahead.
This time, the Extreme Yin Grand Formation was severely damaged. If it wasn't repaired in time, the consequences would be unimaginable.
Li Mu's figure flickered, and he quickly arrived before the damaged Seal Grand Formation. Looking at the shattered formation patterns and the large amount of leaking Yin Evil Qi around, he couldn't help but feel a headache.
Li Mu thought of something, his figure flickered again, and he arrived next to the hidden Spiritual Field. Looking at the scattered high-level Spiritual Plants and the messy Demon Abyss, his heart ached so much he could barely breathe.
Thousands of acres of Spiritual Fields, with large areas of fifth-grade, sixth-grade, and seventh-grade Yin-attribute Spiritual Plants, had fallen, their branches and leaves withered. Li Mu felt a pang of distress.
Fortunately, Li Mu's gaze swept across, and his Talent Divine Power - Identify Myriad Spirits confirmed their status one by one, causing him to breathe a sigh of relief.
【Yin Evil Spiritual Plant】
【Grade: Fifth-grade Spiritual Plant】
【Characteristics: Yin Evil entanglement, Soul-eroding Power, Soul purification, life-force erosion, Yin Soul strengthening.】
【Status: Severely damaged by violence, root system collapsed, spirituality damaged.】
【Yin Evil Spiritual Plant, a fifth-grade Spiritual Plant, medicinal age: 367 years, grows in places where Yin Evil Qi gathers, absorbing endless Yin Evil Qi to grow. Its leaves are as black as night, and dark green Yin Evil Power flows through its veins. This plant can not only erode the life force of living beings but also strengthen Yin Soul Power, making it a valuable Materials for refining Yin-attribute Magic Treasures and enhancing the strength of Ghost Dao Cultivators.】
【Nine Yin Spiritual Lotus】
【Grade: Sixth-grade Spiritual Plant】
【Characteristics: Evil Qi condensation, Spiritual Root improvement, shadow following the heart, Divine Soul refinement, mind strengthening, wisdom enlightenment.】
【Status: Root system damaged, spirituality damaged.】
【Nine Yin Spiritual Lotus, a sixth-grade Spiritual Plant, medicinal age: 366 years, blooms in extremely yin places. Its lotus petals are as white as jade, containing powerful extreme yin power, surrounded by faint Evil Qi. The most peculiar aspect of this lotus is its ability to condense Evil Qi into physical shadows. The nine evil yin can attack enemies at will, and even devour their Souls. The formation of the nine evil yin marks its maturity. This item is a top-grade Spiritual Artifact for enhancing Primordial Spirit and cultivation.】
【Yin Soul Ghost Vine】
【Grade: Sixth-grade Spiritual Plant】
【Characteristics: Yin Soul entanglement, ghost vine proliferation, Soul capture and refinement, all-pervasive.】
【Status: Severely damaged by violence, spirituality withered.】
【Yin Soul Ghost Vine, a sixth-grade Spiritual Plant, medicinal age: 366 years. Its vines are thick and twisted, their surface covered with countless tiny eyes. These eyes are actually transformed Yin Souls captured by it. Wherever the ghost vine spreads, all things are afflicted by its Yin Soul Power, losing all vitality. This vine can not only capture and refine Souls, enhancing the user's Ghost Dao cultivation, but it is also a top-grade Spiritual Plant for refining ghost-controlling Spiritual Artifacts.】
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As far as his eyes could see, the attributes of various Spiritual Plants clearly appeared before Li Mu's eyes. Their conditions were not good, but fortunately, with the protection of the formation, they had not completely died.
"There's still hope, there's still hope!" Li Mu exclaimed happily, releasing his Divine Thought, as if countless hands simultaneously propped up each Spiritual Plant and replanted it in its original position.
Then, Li Mu continuously cast spirit rice farmer spells, transforming into specks of green light that gently sprinkled onto each damaged Spiritual Plant. This was the wood-element spell he, as a top-tier spirit rice farmer, had mastered—"Life Revival."
As the green light covered them, the originally withered Yin Evil Spiritual Plants seemed to feel the call of life. Their black leaves gradually regained some luster, and their broken root systems slowly wriggled, seemingly searching for soil to re-root. And the Evil Qi entwined around the Nine Yin Spiritual Lotus, under Li Mu's guidance, actually began to slowly condense and take shape. Although not as sharp as in the past, it was enough to prove their tenacious vitality.
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After a while, a dense spiritual rain "pitter-patter, pitter-patter" fell. The raindrops were crystal clear, containing rich Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi. They fell slowly and steadily onto the Spiritual Field, each drop precisely landing on the roots or leaves of the Spiritual Plants that needed nourishment.
Under the baptism of this spiritual rain, the Spiritual Plants in the thousands of acres of Spiritual Fields seemed to be activated, exuding vibrant vitality.
After saving this hidden Spiritual Field, Li Mu set up a powerful protective formation again, then his figure flickered and quickly disappeared from the spot. Next, he had to find a way to plug the damaged Restriction of the Extreme Yin Seal Grand Formation. (End of Chapter)
