"Get the hell out of my way!"
Ye Yunfei roared with fury. Five colossal golden spheres of light shot into the sky simultaneously, hurtling together towards the pair of black and white figures.
The Nine Divine Beasts of the Nine Palaces Totem Wheel pushed the massive rotating disk forward, grinding and crushing its way onward. His Blood Clan Clone also appeared, a long scarlet blade in its hand. With one slash, a surge of immense bloody mist churned and instantly transformed into a sea of blood.
Next, Hun Lao, the Golden-Horned Dragon Silkworm, and Hu Miao all appeared at the same time.
Hu Miao offered up her Primordial True Fox Stele, which swelled continuously, releasing rolling waves of illusion energy. Dense and numerous illusions drifted like transparent bubbles towards the two black and white figures.
The Golden-Horned Dragon Silkworm created a large number of golden, profound symbols. These symbols quickly gathered together, morphing into a single golden dagger that cut towards the white-robed figure with a *shwhoosh*, moving at a shocking speed.
The long sword in Ye Yunfei's hands danced wildly. Talisman after talisman surged from within his body, were continuously activated, and transformed into various types of energy blasting forward. These were high-grade talismans from the Scripture of Runes Sanctuary.
At the same time, Ye Yunfei flung out vast numbers of formation flags, constructing one formation after another. All of these were offensive formations, which immediately sprayed out thick pillars of formation light the moment they were deployed.
Over three hundred soul weapons condensed from Soul Power energy whistled as they attacked the two black-and-white figures.
Then, heedless of all else, Ye Yunfei charged forward to break through the obstruction. The colossal sword above his head radiated a more domineering sword light.
"I'll help you suppress that one!"
At that moment, the Soul Power imprint of Sword Elder within Ye Yunfei's long sword, sensing Ye Yunfei's desperation, spoke up.
The next instant, with a resounding boom, the long sword detached from Ye Yunfei's grasp, transforming into a sword beam that fiercely cleaved towards the green-robed figure.
Startled, the figure flicked the green iron chain in its hand, colliding with the sword with a sharp clang.
Seizing the opportunity, Huang Shang commanded the remaining members of his two great armies to charge towards the green-robed figure like a tidal wave.
Huang Shang then turned and fled, moving precisely in Ye Yunfei's direction. He knew that only by entering the Phantom Tower would he be safe now.
Yet, before he could even reach Ye Yunfei's position, another sinister figure emerged from a nearby section of space.
This figure wore a tall, pointed white paper hat. It extended a palm with long, sharp claws towards Huang Shang's Ghost Body, grasping at it.
The nails of this hand were slender, long, and incredibly sharp, scraping against space and emitting a piercing whistle.
An utterly frigid, yin energy aura swept over Huang Shang, forcing him back a great distance on the spot, placing him even farther away from Ye Yunfei.
With a resounding *clang*, Sword Elder, now piloting the long sword, arrived, directly severing several of the nails on that palm.
"An old relic from the Sword Realm dares to damage my Ghost Claw!"
The sinister figure emitted a ghastly shriek. Then, from within its body surged forth eighty-one black dragons, each emanating a bone-chillingly frigid aura. The dragon heads opened simultaneously, spewing billowing black mist, instantly triggering violent explosions throughout that space. Endless waves of yin cold energy spread out. Thick bolts of soundless yin lightning continuously manifested, a chilling sight to behold.
The horde of black dragons began to battle the long sword.
By then, that area of space had been completely destroyed, leaving nothing but endless black mist as far as the eye could see.
Ye Yunfei's Soul Power energy, Heart Power energy, and his Divine Eye at his brow were all activated simultaneously, locked tightly onto Huang Shang's figure.
Concurrently, Ye Yunfei began to use his fleshly body supernatural abilities. His body continuously expanded, instantly transforming into a giant who held up the heavens and trod upon the earth. Surging bodily power roared out from within him. Then, Ye Yunfei charged towards Huang Shang.
The two Great Netherworld experts, one black and one white, who were behind him, swung the wooden rods in their hands towards Ye Yunfei's back. The old wizard and the old man from the Guardian Faction each swallowed a bottle of divine pills, then began to desperately beat the war drum, using it to attack Ye Yunfei. The green-robed figure waved the green chain of laws in its hand, trying to ensnare Huang Shang.
With a furious roar, Ye Yunfei sent the colossal sword above his head slicing forward, instantly arriving before the green-robed figure. Then, suddenly, tens of thousands of transparent Soul Threads scattered out from Ye Yunfei's Soul Sea.
These were the advanced Puppet Soul Threads Ye Yunfei had cultivated through his practice of the Puppet Soul Thread secret art. These high-level threads instantly surged before the green-robed figure's head, attempting to entwine around it.
"This feels like the Soul Race's core inheritance!"
The green-robed figure recoiled, retreating abruptly, clearly quite wary of the Puppet Soul Thread technique Ye Yunfei was employing.
Seeing this, Ye Yunfei immediately began to use the Puppet Soul Thread technique against the two black-and-white figures pursuing him.
Scores of transparent Puppet Soul Threads flew through the air. Indeed, the two black-and-white figures also promptly retreated some distance, appearing equally shocked.
"Quickly, use the Great Netherworld's Banishment Art! Send this ghost cultivator into the Great Netherworld!"
The green-robed figure let out a sharp shriek. Then, the green-robed figure, the two black-and-white figures, and another yin cold aura-emitting figure simultaneously made some strange hand signs, muttering incantations. In the next moment, vast quantities of talismanic runes manifested throughout the area.
Then, a river black as ink appeared. This river was immensely broad, its current sluggish, exuding a chilling, overwhelming cold.
Boom! Rumble!…
This ink-black river continuously extended, instantly submerging the area where Huang Shang was located.
"Goddamn it!"
Seeing this, Ye Yunfei pointed a finger. Five gigantic golden spheres of light soared into the air, and all of his strange fires also charged forward simultaneously.
Sword Elder maneuvered the long sword through space, arriving directly above the ink-black river in an instant.
Ye Yunfei pointed a finger, sending several dozen formations rolling forward. The Nine Divine Beasts of the Nine Palaces Totem Wheel, along with his Blood Clan Clone, also surged ahead one after another.
But before Ye Yunfei's various attacks could arrive, the ink-black river shattered space and flowed into the deep void.
The various experts of the Great Netherworld followed behind the black river, each moving to block Ye Yunfei's various attacks.
One had to admit, these five Great Netherworld experts were all exceptionally powerful. Even after fighting until now, Ye Yunfei had been unable to truly get the upper hand.
Ye Yunfei chased after them, delving deeper into the void.
Soon, Ye Yunfei realized the river that had been as black as ink was now gradually fading away.
Huang Shang, who had been submerged by the river, had not made any contact with Ye Yunfei since, and the aura he left behind grew weaker and weaker.
Anxiety burning within him, Ye Yunfei unleashed all sorts of divine abilities, secret arts, and methods, charging forward in a frantic assault.
"Has this kid gone mad?"
The Great Netherworld experts joined forces to engage Ye Yunfei, yet even after fighting this long, they had gained no advantage. On the contrary, they were being steadily pushed back by Ye Yunfei.
In fact, the battle between Ye Yunfei and these Great Netherworld experts had long been observed by the Eighth Level Sovereign Gods of Hunyuan Sect. However, when those Hunyuan Sect Eighth Level Sovereign Gods tried to rush over to help, numerous figures with unknown origins and emanating chilling yin energy continuously appeared, blocking them. So, up to this point, not a single powerful member of Hunyuan Sect had been able to break through the blockade and come to Ye Yunfei's aid.
"So many of these Great Netherworld guys arrived at once. They clearly came prepared, with the sole purpose of capturing Huang Shang," Hun Lao said aloud.
"Brat, all ghost cultivators of the world are under the jurisdiction of our Great Netherworld. How dare you interfere?
Wait and see. The Great Netherworld will settle this score with you sooner or later," the green-robed figure spoke, its two green, oily eyes fixed on Ye Yunfei.
Ye Yunfei remained silent. Gripping his long sword, he cleaved forward with a single stroke. The colossal sword formed from a multitude of long blades also charged forward.
The two black-and-white figures simultaneously raised their wooden rods, together blocking Ye Yunfei's sword attack.
The two rods did not appear particularly hard; they even seemed a bit flexible. Yet they managed to forcefully withstand Ye Yunfei's sword attack.
At that moment, the ink-black river that had been gradually fading away suddenly became turbulent.
"Do you think you can trap me so easily? I'll fight you to the death today!"
An enraged voice rang out. It was Huang Shang's voice.
Then, Ye Yunfei saw the center of the ink-black river begin to erupt with large-scale explosions.
"Oh no! Huang Shang seems to be preparing to self-detonate his Ghost Body!"
"If he self-detonates his Ghost Body, the Ghost Path cultivation technique he has painstakingly cultivated for so many years might be completely ruined. He might even fall here," Hun Lao exclaimed in shock.
"A mere ghost cultivator still dares to be defiant in front of us," the green-robed figure sneered coldly, turning to charge towards Huang Shang.
Swoosh… Swoosh…
A host of transparent Puppet Soul Threads flew towards him, directly blocking his path.
"Damn it!
Kid! You keep hindering us from capturing this ghost cultivator. Do you truly want to completely tear all relations between yourself and the Great Netherworld?" the green-robed figure roared furiously.
"Release Elder Huang immediately, or from this day forth, it will be either your destruction or mine!" Ye Yunfei said, his voice tight with grim resolve.
"Very well, human. For those words alone, we of the Great Netherworld consider a grudge established with you," the green-robed figure replied with a chilling laugh.
Right then, the explosions at the center of the black river grew more and more intense. Ye Yunfei saw Huang Shang's figure suddenly appear again. His originally pitch-black, glossy Ghost Body appeared far dimmer, pierced with one massive hole after another. Dense crowds of vengeful spirits and resentful ghosts surged from these holes, then exploded one after another.
The ink-black river trembled continuously with each round of explosions.
In fact, by now, the energy of the ink-black river was gradually depleting, its form becoming illusory.
"Help me keep those guys occupied! I'm making my escape now.
Whether I survive from here depends on my own fortune," Ye Yunfei suddenly received this transmission from Huang Shang.
Huang Shang knew Ye Yunfei was fighting the several Great Netherworld experts; it was clearly impossible to utterly crush them in a short time. His own situation was deteriorating rapidly. If they continued like this, his Ghost Body might be completely eroded, reduced to ashes. Therefore, he no longer held hope of reaching Ye Yunfei and entering the Phantom Tower. He intended to leave alone.