"Young Master Su, we welcome you!"
Overjoyed, the Patriarch of Murong led his family's higher-ups to soar into the air from within the city, calling out loudly.
"Has your Meng Family captured Murong Pei?" Ye Yunfei's cold gaze fell upon the Patriarch of Meng as he asked.
"Indeed, Murong Pei is in the hands of our Meng Family. Su Fei, if you wish to save her, be a good boy and do as you're told.
Otherwise, I'll have her killed immediately!" The Patriarch of Meng, upon seeing Ye Yunfei, felt a flicker of fear at first but quickly composed himself, revealing a ferocious expression as he spoke to Ye Yunfei.
Whoosh…
At Ye Yunfei's thought, over a hundred Puppet Soul Threads were released, all of them attacking the sea of consciousness belonging to the Patriarch of Meng.
"Argh…"
The Patriarch of Meng immediately let out a blood-curdling scream.
Ye Yunfei's current Soul Power was comparable to that of a master in the Daoyuan realm, while the Patriarch of Meng was merely a Tianwei realm expert — how could he withstand it?
Over a hundred Puppet Soul Threads appeared within his soul sea, emitting eerie Soul Power as they entwined his soul body from all directions.
"Get out of here!"
Several soul-type treasures appeared within the Patriarch of Meng's soul sea.
Ye Yunfei focused his will, unleashing the Heavenly Soul Sword to shatter all those soul-type treasures.
"Argh…
It hurts!"
The Patriarch of Meng was in so much agony that he clutched his head and rolled about high in the sky, wailing loudly.
"Patriarch, what's happening!"
A large group of Meng Family higher-ups paled in fright, rushing over to surround him.
"Who do you think you are, daring to threaten me to my face?" Ye Yunfei gave a cold smile.
"It's a soul attack technique!
The Patriarch is being attacked by Su Fei using a soul technique!" Seeing the patriarch's pained expression, the Meng Family higher-ups all cried out.
"Let's give all our soul-type treasures to the Patriarch!"
Those higher-ups of the Meng Family took out all their soul-type treasures from their own soul seas and sent them into the patriarch's sea of consciousness.
However, the grade of these soul treasures was too low; Ye Yunfei used the Heavenly Soul Sword to shatter them all.
"I wonder if I can subdue a Tianwei realm martial artist to be my slave now."
While controlling the Puppet Soul Threads to attack the Patriarch of Meng's soul body, Ye Yunfei thought to himself, feeling somewhat expectant.
The Puppet Soul Thread secret technique was an inherited art of the Soul Race, which could be used to subdue the soul bodies of other living beings, turning them into one's slaves.
"Everyone, let's attack together! Besiege Su Fei and kill him!" A Meng Family elder shouted loudly.
"That's right! Let's all attack him together! Only then can we help the Patriarch!" Seeing their patriarch still struggling and rolling in agony, the Meng Family higher-ups were panicking one after another.
Gritting their teeth, these Meng Family higher-ups led their family's forces in a grand charge towards Ye Yunfei.
"Fellow cultivators, let's attack together. This young man's strength is a bit strange. The only way we can possibly kill him is if we concentrate all our power and attack him simultaneously. If we let him defeat us one by one, it will be a disaster." Another Meng Family elder shouted loudly towards the distance.
Apart from the Meng Family forces, there were also the forces of four or five other powers here to deal with the Murong Family.
These four or five powers were all second-tier or first-tier forces in the Eastern Barrens.
Of course, the main reason these forces had dispatched their armies to help the Meng Family against the Murong Family was that they were acting under the instigation of the major powers in the Eastern Barrens.
"Good, let's attack together!"
The higher-ups of the other forces exchanged glances, then also led their armies charging towards Ye Yunfei.
For a time, from all directions, mighty forces surged forward like tidal waves, encircling and assaulting Ye Yunfei.
"You dare make a move on my boss?! You're tired of living!"
Before Ye Yunfei could act, the Ice Demon appeared. His body grew taller continuously, instantly transforming into a colossus that supported the heavens. Wielding a giant rod, he swept it down from a commanding position.
Thump, thump, thump…
Having refined that Divine Crystal, the Ice Demon's combat prowess had undergone a tremendous leap, and on the spot, he killed a large swathe of enemies.
Whoosh…
Then, the Ice Demon unleashed his icy energy and ice-elemental laws. Endless snowflakes drifted down profusely, instantly turning this stretch of heaven and earth into a complete world of ice and snow.
"Frozen World for Ten Thousand Miles!"
The Ice Demon let out a roar, manifesting a special phenomenon.
Immediately, one could see the space in front of him freezing continuously.
Many of the forces charging forward were instantly frozen into human-shaped ice sculptures, standing there motionless.
The Ice Demon's icy rod swept out, shattering all those ice figures.
"Hahaha…
This feels so damn good!"
The Ice Demon fought delightedly, laughing heartily.
"Master, I'm coming out too."
Hu Miao appeared beside Ye Yunfei, saying with a giggle.
Then, her figure flashed as she moved towards the charging enemies.
Ye Yunfei did not stop her.
Having refined that Divine Crystal, Hu Miao had undergone a complete transformation, and her strength had increased substantially. Ye Yunfei wasn't worried about her.
"Try my illusion art!"
Hu Miao waved her hand, and a cloud of pink mist rapidly spread out, floating profusely as she conjured one illusionary realm after another. A large group of attackers became trapped in these illusions, standing there dazedly with bewildered expressions on their faces.
Next, the Golden-Horned Dragon Silkworm and Huang Shang also appeared.
The Golden-Horned Dragon Silkworm transformed into a sharp golden streak of light, continuously traversing through space — unpredictable and elusive. Wherever it passed, it effortlessly pierced the heads of one martial artist after another, causing instant death.
The Golden-Horned Dragon Silkworm's spatial energy had leveled up significantly once again; its speed was now incredibly fast.
Those martial artists simply couldn't track its movement, having no idea how to evade its attacks.
One moment they saw it arriving in front, the next it appeared from behind — utterly impossible to guard against.
As for Huang Shang, he released a vast cloud of ghostly mist, eerie and sinister. Out crawled ferocious ghosts with hideous appearances, pouncing on those enemies.
Watching the performance of Hu Miao and the others, Ye Yunfei felt quite satisfied, nodding repeatedly.
It could be said that, with their current strength, Hu Miao and the others could already become experts capable of holding their own in the Eastern Barrens.
"My Blood Clan clone has also successfully refined a Divine Crystal!"
Ye Yunfei suddenly beamed with joy.
Back in the Cangmang Sea, Ye Yunfei had also let his Blood Clan clone enter seclusion to refine a Divine Crystal.
That's why, during the battles in the Cangmang Sea where so many experts were slain, the Blood Clan clone had not come out to absorb blood essence — it was because the clone was in seclusion refining the Divine Crystal.
Now, the Blood Clan clone had finally succeeded in fully refining that Divine Crystal.
Whoosh!
The Blood Clan clone appeared beside Ye Yunfei, releasing overwhelming blood mist.
Whoosh!
The Blood Clan clone charged to a middle-aged man with mid-stage Tianwei realm cultivation.
"What kind of monster is this!"
This middle-aged man was startled. He raised a golden war halberd, intending to slash towards the Blood Clan clone.
But the next moment…
Gurgle…
The blood all over his body began to boil uncontrollably, swelling all his blood vessels.
The middle-aged man immediately felt his whole body go limp and powerless, his face pale with shock.
The Blood Clan clone grabbed the middle-aged man by the throat, lifting him up, directly bit through his neck, and drank his blood in large gulps.
"What kind of monster is this?"
Those besieging forces felt their hair stand on end just watching.