The moment this Prison Master conceived the thought of fleeing, Ye Yunfei sensed it using his Mind Reading Art.
"Senior, this guy is thinking about escaping. Let's block him, don't let him get away," Ye Yunfei immediately sent a sound transmission to the cyan-robed elder.
"He wants to escape? Not that easy."
Upon receiving Ye Yunfei's message, the thick cyan vines extending from the elder's body suddenly grew wildly, rapidly elongating and spreading swiftly into the surrounding void. They intertwined, and within moments, formed a massive cyan cage that completely enclosed this area of space.
Ye Yunfei, the cyan-robed elder, and the Prison Master were all trapped inside this cyan cage.
Ye Yunfei stomped his foot.
Boom! Boom! Boom...
Ground formations and spell arrays erupted one after another, endlessly spreading outward in all directions from his body.
In moments, the entire void became densely packed with arrays and ground formations.
At this point, Huang Shang also appeared, directly employing Ghost Cultivation techniques to erect bloody Ghost Walls one after another. In the blink of an eye, dense clusters of Ghost Walls formed a colossal maze.
Both the cyan-robed elder and the Prison Master immediately recognized Huang Shang as a Ghost Cultivator, expressions of shock appearing on their faces.
This was because Ghost Cultivators were actually quite common in ancient times, but they had become relatively rare in the present day.
"Old bastard, let's see where you can run to now!"
Ye Yunfei, gripping the blood-red long blade in both hands, let out an angry roar as he charged forward. He leaped high, putting all his strength into a slash.
"Fine then! Today, I'll fight you to the death!"
The Prison Master roared furiously. A massive shield materialized in front of him, continuously expanding.
The black furnace also hurtled towards Ye Yunfei with astonishing energy, rumbling menacingly.
Ye Yunfei's descending blade first clashed with the black furnace before slashing onto the shield.
Boom!
A cyan spear, continuously enlarging, had already attacked from behind the Prison Master, forcing him to retreat repeatedly.
At this very moment, the Prison Master's body suddenly burst into fierce flames. A torrent of flames continuously erupted from his physical form, and within less than a breath's time, his body was transformed into a giant ball of fire.
"Not good! This fellow is burning his Origin Bloodline. He's going all out!"
"Burning his Origin Bloodline? I nearly forgot. Well then, let's see whose Origin Bloodline is more formidable."
Ye Yunfei looked at the fiercely burning Prison Master with a disdainful expression.
Then, a massive amount of flames suddenly surged from within Ye Yunfei's body, instantly igniting him in a blazing inferno.
Following this, Ye Yunfei's energy aura began to soar at a staggering rate.
"Old fool, did you think only you know how to burn your Origin Bloodline? I can do it too!"
Ye Yunfei let out a loud laugh, gripping his long blade with both hands as he instantly closed the distance to the Prison Master, launching a slash.
"How is this possible? How can this brat's strength increase so dramatically after burning his Origin Bloodline?"
The Prison Master sensed the energy aura radiating from Ye Yunfei, unable to believe it.
He discovered that after Ye Yunfei burned his Origin Bloodline, the energy aura he emanated had increased by at least several hundredfold.
While his own energy had also risen significantly after burning his Origin Bloodline, it was only by about tenfold at most.
"Young Master Ye, what are you doing? Quickly extinguish your Origin Bloodline flames! With our combined strength, we can deal with this fellow without needing to burn our Origin Bloodlines. You cannot just casually burn your Origin Bloodline in the future—it causes great damage and can leave serious side effects. The gains do not outweigh the losses."
The cyan-robed elder, seeing Ye Yunfei's body transformed into a blazing mass of fierce flames, was greatly startled and urgently called out to him.
"Don't worry, Senior. It's just burning some Origin Bloodline. It's nothing significant to me," Ye Yunfei replied with a smile.
Even as he spoke, the slash from Ye Yunfei's blade had already reached the Prison Master.
The Prison Master struck out with both fists, attempting to block the incoming blade.
Clang!
A deafening collision sound erupted as the two fists impacted the blood-red long blade.
The clash lasted only for a moment before the Prison Master's fists directly exploded.
Next, his arms followed suit, shattering into a shower of blood and flesh fragments. Then, half of his torso detonated.
Seeing that Ye Yunfei simply wouldn't heed his advice, the cyan-robed elder had no choice but to accelerate his attack tempo. The spear in his hand directly blasted towards the Prison Master's back.
At this point, the Prison Master had no spare strength to block the cyan spear. The remaining half of his ruined body was struck by the spear and directly exploded, dissolving into a cloud of blood mist.
"Ahh... Brat, you deserve death!"
The Prison Master's Soul Body appeared amidst the billowing blood mist, emitting a piercing, agonized scream.
"I've never tasted what a Sovereign God's Soul Body actually tastes like."
Huang Shang's inky-black, gleaming Ghost Body swayed as he moved closer to the Prison Master's Soul Body, emitting a sinister chuckle. He then unleashed various Ghost Cultivation arts, beginning his assault on the Prison Master's Soul Body.
Though the Prison Master's Soul Body was strong, Ghost Cultivators were the natural bane of all Soul Bodies of living beings. Therefore, Huang Shang's attacks posed a significant threat to the Prison Master's Soul Body.
At that moment, the Little Black Mirror hovering above Ye Yunfei's head suddenly grew excited. It trembled violently, pierced through space, and arrived above the Prison Master's Soul Body. It then projected a thick column of black light, shining directly down upon the Soul Body.
"What kind of treasure is this? Why does it pose such a terrifying threat to my Soul Body?"
The Prison Master, sensing the threat emanating from that Little Black Mirror, was frightened.
With a thought from Ye Yunfei, dozens of massive Soul Power spheres and Soul Swords radiating powerful Soul Power energy auras simultaneously appeared, surrounding the Prison Master's Soul Body and launching a frenzied group assault.
In a panic, the Prison Master attempted to reassemble his physical body.
"You no longer have any chance to reassemble your flesh now," the cyan-robed elder stated coldly. Then, the thick cyan vines once again began to grow wildly, sprouting a multitude of roots. These roots whistled as they enveloped the bloody flesh and bone fragments the Prison Master had scattered across space, then began absorbing the essence of his physical body.
"Damn it! What are you doing? Trying to destroy my Origin Bloodline and body essence?"
The Prison Master was incensed, but he could do nothing to stop it.
Whoosh...
Suddenly, a colossal tree appeared above the Prison Master's Soul Body, casting forth countless green branches like longswords, attacking his Soul Body.
This was the Soul-Nourishing Tree!
In the next moment, the green branches cast out by the Soul-Nourishing Tree pierced the Prison Master's Soul Body, deeply embedding themselves into its depths. Then, they began to voraciously absorb the essence of his Soul Body and its Soul Power energy.
"I never imagined this Soul-Nourishing Tree's power had already grown strong enough to harm a Sovereign God's Soul Body," Hun Lao couldn't help but chuckle.
"Not long ago, I snatched that Soul Soup from the Samsara Ghost. This Soul Tree absorbed nearly a third of it. Its power has indeed increased significantly," Ye Yunfei replied with a smile.
Just then, in the void not far away, a certain point suddenly cracked open a spatial rift. A scholarly-looking middle-aged man strode out, his hands clasped behind his back.
"Finally arrived."
The middle-aged man glanced at the void before him and spoke.
His gaze then sharply focused on the Prison Master's Soul Body.
"How dare you harm a member of our Guardian Faction? You must have grown tired of living."
The middle-aged man's expression darkened drastically, and he immediately sped up his charge.
"Not good! This fellow is a Sovereign God from the Guardian Faction!"
Hun Lao, seeing the suddenly arrived middle-aged man, was startled and promptly sent a sound transmission to Ye Yunfei.
"So what if he is a Sovereign God? After I finish killing this guy, it'll be his turn," Ye Yunfei retorted.
By now, the Prison Master's Soul Body was increasingly severely injured. Above his head, the thick column of black light projected by the Little Black Mirror completely enveloped his Soul Body, continuously devouring its energy.
This Little Black Mirror was something Ye Yunfei had snatched from the Samsara Ghost not long ago. It still contained a shred of intelligence within, but it had already been subdued by Ye Yunfei.
Under the combined assaults of the Little Black Mirror, the Soul-Nourishing Tree, dozens of Soul Power spheres, and Soul Swords, the Prison Master's Soul Body grew more grievously wounded by the moment. Add to that Huang Shang leading a vast army of ghosts completely surrounding him—a dense horde of vengeful spirits and fierce ghosts charged forward endlessly like a tide, leaving the Prison Master utterly incapable of defense.
"Brother Ouyang! Come save me, quickly!"
Seeing the newly arrived middle-aged man, the Prison Master immediately yelled for help.
"Cease your attacks at once, or you will all die! Daring to provoke our Guardian Faction will only lead to a terrible end!"
The middle-aged man, his speed incredibly fast, was about to charge over when a majestic golden dragon suddenly appeared in the void ahead, blocking his path.
"Is your Guardian Faction so impressive? Well, I'm going to provoke it anyway. What can you do about it?"
A calm voice rang out. Then, Ye Yunfei saw a plain-looking, short-statured elder abruptly appear. With his hands clasped behind his back, he stood in front of the middle-aged man, looking at him coldly.
"Young Master Ye, rest assured, we have reinforcements as well. Let's finish killing this fellow quickly, then join forces to kill that other one. Killing two Sovereign Gods of the Guardian Faction today should make them ache with regret."
The cyan-robed elder said with a laugh.
"Excellent! Having the chance to kill two Sovereign Gods of the Guardian Faction today is an exceedingly rare opportunity!"
Hearing the elder's words, Ye Yunfei's spirits were immediately lifted. He threw a punch towards the Prison Master's Soul Body.
This punch executed the Divine Fist of Great Oblivion. His other hand, gripping the blood-red long blade, simultaneously delivered a slash.
The Little Black Mirror in the high sky, seeing Ye Yunfei suddenly launch a fierce assault, trembled violently, transforming into a streak of black light and diving down to ram into the Prison Master's Soul Body.
Ahh!
With a final scream, the Prison Master's Soul Body was shattered into pieces on the spot.
"No! I refuse to perish like this!"
Utter despair filled the Prison Master's heart. He knew he had completely fallen into a hopeless situation with no chance of turning the tide.
"Brat, it's all because of you! You've destroyed the enterprise I painstakingly built in this void over such a long time, and now you're going to kill me too."
The Prison Master fixed a gaze filled with bitter hatred on Ye Yunfei, roaring fiercely.