Boom, rumble, rumble...
Turbulent dark energy spread like an ocean, swiftly inundating a vast expanse of space. A crushing pressure could be felt at this moment.
Even though a Clone of a Perfected Demigod only possessed the energy of an initial-stage Demigod, the battle experience, consciousness, the myriad of cultivation techniques and martial skills it had practiced, along with its comprehension of the world's various laws, were far beyond what an ordinary initial-stage Demigod could match.
The moment that black infant moved, a huge swath of space began to crumble. In his hand was a Black-White Rod that emitted dense Corpse Qi. He simply swung it, bringing it crashing towards Ye Yunfei, the attack shrouded in a massive swarm of eerie, soul-chilling runes, a terrifying sight.
"Well struck!"
Facing the black infant's fearsome attack, Ye Yunfei did not retreat. Instead, he stepped forward, channeling all his physical strength into his fist as he punched forward.
Every Human Body Acupoint within him was simultaneously activated at this moment. Each acupoint released boundless, surging power that poured out and fortified his frame.
As he punched, Ye Yunfei's body grew taller and larger, radiating dazzling divine light.
With a *bang*, Ye Yunfei's fist collided with the Black-White Rod.
*Boom!*
A terrifying collision energy instantly erupted, causing the space between the two to violently shatter.
"Very well," the black infant said with a hint of cold surprise in his expression.
Ye Yunfei's physical power had caught him off guard. It was extremely rare indeed for a human in the Chaotic Void Sea to cultivate their physical strength to such a degree.
*Boom!* The black infant attacked again. Brandishing the rod in his hand, he swung it across, instantly dimming the surrounding space as if all energy and laws were being drained away by that rod.
As the rod swung, Ye Yunfei saw black law chains appearing and intertwining around his body, weaving together directly into a massive black cage.
"Be careful! This is an advanced secret technique used by the Great Netherworld specifically to seal space!"
Seeing Ye Yunfei about to be engulfed by the huge black cage, The Farmer immediately reminded him via Sound Transmission from afar.
"Don't worry, Elder. I can handle it," Ye Yunfei replied calmly while striking the black cage next to him with punch after punch.
Ye Yunfei's fists shot out in swift alternation, each punch collapsing a section of the space ahead, making the black cage tremble violently.
At the same time, Ye Yunfei unleashed Formless Heart Swords and Mental Force Shackles, bearing down on the black infant's form.
"So you're skilled in Mental Force energy too!" The black infant's movement faltered, its face registering shock.
*Clang! Clang!*
Scarcely had the black infant finished speaking when Ye Yunfei, with a sweep of his hand, sent out a succession of razor-sharp sword lights.
Recently, Ye Yunfei had devoted time to practicing the Grand Myriad Sword Convergence Art, significantly advancing his swordsmanship.
As he wielded his sword arts, Ye Yunfei also tossed out a large handful of Formation Flags.
*Boom! Boom! Boom!*
One formation after another materialized. These Formations not only defended but also attacked, releasing dense beams of formation energy that rained down on the black cage like a torrential downpour.
Furthermore, as Ye Yunfei paced the area, all earth energy and earth laws within that space rapidly converged toward his position, forming several large-scale Earth Formations.
Under the combined influence of so many Formations and Earth Formations, the enormous black cage was held at bay.
"Old bastard, prepare to die!" Ye Yunfei shouted as he charged toward the black infant.
Yellow chains continuously emerged from the surrounding space, darting towards the pitch-black infant like yellow serpents.
"I never imagined you'd cultivate the Earth Divining Arts!" The black infant's expression turned ugly. How could he have anticipated that a young junior would be so troublesome?
The various techniques and secret arts Ye Yunfei employed kept catching him by surprise.
"Brat, I've cultivated for endless years. How could I be incapable of dealing with you?" The pitch-black infant roared in rage. From the Black-White Rod in his hand erupted a thick, black fog. With a swing, it shattered a large area of space, causing endless Yin Qi to surge wildly.
Several Earth Formations behind Ye Yunfei activated simultaneously, transforming into perilous lands and places of certain death, manifesting bizarre phenomena that blocked the path of the Black-White Rod.
Ye Yunfei executed the Heavenly Dao Palm, imbued with the five Grand Dao Laws. It descended from the heavens, pressing down upon the black infant.
The black infant let out an infuriated roar. An ethereal, black figure materialized from the statue of the black infant—the Clone of a Perfected Demigod master from the Great Netherworld, possessing the energy of an initial-stage Demigod.
Naturally, the actual combat strength it could unleash was comparable to a formidable intermediate-stage Demigod, perhaps even stronger.
This ethereal black figure and Ye Yunfei entered a fierce melee. The two battled as if the heavens were crashing and the earth rending, endless combat energy spreading outward in all directions like vast oceans.
"Young Master Ye can actually fight to this extent against the Clone of a Perfected Demigod master. It's truly astonishing. Such a display leaves us old folks deeply ashamed of our own inadequacies!"
Watching the intense battle from afar, The Farmer and several villagers couldn't help but exclaim with admiration.
On the battlefield, Ye Yunfei grew fiercer and more valiant with each passing moment, pressing forward step by step. Every punch utilized all his physical might, forcing his opponent to retreat repeatedly.
Throughout the combat, Ye Yunfei continuously employed the Formless Heart Sword, Mental Force Shackles, Formations, and Earth Divining Arts, a dazzling array of advanced techniques.
Moreover, Ye Yunfei's body was too hard; even direct hits from his opponent caused minimal damage. However, each strike from Ye Yunfei upon the black infant left behind deep, visible cracks.
Gradually, the cracks on the black infant's body multiplied, oozing streams of black blood that emitted a bizarre aura.
"You brat! You actually injured my Clone!"
His gaze icy, the black infant harbored profound hatred for Ye Yunfei.
As a Perfected Demigod, even if it was merely a Clone, dealing with a junior should have been effortless. Yet the reverse had happened—he was being forced into such a miserable state—which he found unacceptable.
*Boom, rumble, rumble…*
Raising the Black-White Rod, the black infant marshaled all his energy and swung it forward with all his might. A dense barrage of dark, strange runes exploded across the sky.
Ye Yunfei neither dodged nor evaded. Stepping forward, he extended his palm. Over ten Demigod-level magical treasures materialized atop it at once, making his palm glow with dazzling, unbreakable divine brilliance.
Ye Yunfei grabbed hold of the Black-White Rod with one hand while his other fist struck out. The fist rapidly enlarged, imbued with terrifying physical power that surged and swirled. The space ahead immediately underwent large-scale collapse.
The black infant panicked slightly and brought a fist forward to block.
He knew that against such a savage onslaught of physical strength, ordinary techniques and secret arts would prove largely ineffective. The only option was to engage in a direct, all-out clash of energy.
*Boom, rumble, rumble…*
The attack of both sides collided, causing the world to tremble violently as if sifting through chaff.
*BANG!*
Half of the black infant's body was obliterated. It immediately turned and fled.
"Where do you think you're escaping to?!"
Ye Yunfei had no intention of letting him get away and gave chase at once.
"How could this be? The Eighth Temple King Yama's Clone is actually no match for him?"
Watching from the side, the five Heavenly Immortals from the Great Netherworld could hardly believe their eyes. They knew that even though the black infant was merely a Clone of the Eighth Temple King, its actual combat power equaled that of an intermediate-stage Demigod!
Yet now, it was being thrashed so pitifully by a junior!
From a distance, using his Spatial Teleportation Token and two consecutive teleportations, Ye Yunfei caught up with the black infant. Another fierce battle erupted between them.
During the fight, Ye Yunfei poured every ounce of his energy into play: immortal power, Mental Force, Soul Power, physical power, and more.
Myriad energies raged and swirled around Ye Yunfei's body, making him appear supremely divine and invincibly heroic.
*BANG!* During the exchange, the black infant, gripping the Black-White Rod with both hands, struck a blow on Ye Yunfei's body. At the same moment, Ye Yunfei's fist hammered into the black infant's skull.
An instant later, the black infant's head exploded into a cloud of black mist that dispersed with the wind. Then its pitch-black form detonated as well, vanishing entirely without a trace.
"Where are you running?!"
Huang Shang appeared and gave chase. Ahead, a flickering, fleeing sliver of dark light was the Soul Clone left behind by the black infant. However, it was already incomplete. Ye Yunfei's punch had not only shattered the main body but also severely damaged the Soul Clone.
Huang Shang's power was already near the Demigod level. Dealing with a crippled Soul Clone was no challenge at all.
Moments later, Huang Shang had subdued the fleeing Soul Clone.
"Insolence!"
"Cease!"
...
From afar, the five Heavenly Immortals from the Great Netherworld realized things had gone wrong. The Eighth Temple King Yama's Soul Clone had been crippled and was now captured by some ghost cultivator.
The Eighth Temple King Yama was one of the paramount experts of the Great Netherworld, a figure of immense prestige. For even just his Clone to be crippled by an outsider, though merely a Clone, was completely unacceptable for members of their faction.
"Now it's your turn."
Ye Yunfei's gaze shifted towards the five Heavenly Immortals as he spoke with an icy voice.