Your Spell Version is Too Low!

Like a giant shroud of death, it threatened to completely envelop the entire Ghost Wail Collection!

The other True Cultivators of the Holy Sect, who were hunting down the last of their enemies and gathering loot amidst the ruins of the Marketplace, received the message at the same time.

Yuan Zong, who had just smashed the head of a Yellow Springs Netherworld Steward into a pulp with a single palm strike, suddenly froze.

His brows knit tightly on his sallow face, his gaze as sharp as a falcon’s. He scanned the rapidly closing, deathly-white fog and acted decisively. His voice, like cracking ice, rang out across the battlefield:

"The enemy came prepared! Don’t get tied down!"

"Everyone, scatter and break through the encirclement!"

"It’s every man for himself! We’ll regroup later!"

At his command, the True Cultivators of the Holy Sect, who had been scattered about killing and plundering, immediately showed exceptional discipline and decisiveness.

It was the way of the Holy Sect: know when to stop.

Showing no attachment to their freshly won loot, the Holy Sect’s True Cultivators either transformed into streaks of Flowing Light, burrowed into the ground, or concealed their forms. Like a startled flock of birds, they instantly shot off in different directions.

They were trying to tear an opening in the net before it closed completely!

Qi Yun was no exception.

He chose a southeasterly direction where enemy forces were sparse and the fog seemed thinner, then shot forth like a bolt of lightning.

However, the reinforcements from the Yellow Springs Netherworld arrived faster than he had imagined.

He had charged less than a hundred zhang before the fog ahead began to churn. Dozens of figures in the attire of the Yellow Springs Netherworld materialized, their auras grim as they formed a battle line. A storm of Yin Thunder, Ghost Fire, and Soul-Binding Ropes rained down upon him!

Their leader was a Cultivator at the Peak of the Qi Refining Sixth Layer. He held a Soul-Summoning Bell, and with every shake, the wails of ghosts and howls of wolves echoed out, assaulting the mind!

’Just this many people dare to block my path?’

A corner of Qi Yun’s mouth curled into a sneer. Faced with the blockade, he held nothing back, immediately unleashing his most devastating technique!

With a mere thought, the nine White Bone Skulls that had been circling him let out an eerie cackle.

The Ghost Fire in their eye sockets instantly blazed to life, and with deadly resolve, they shot forward like nine ghastly green meteors, smashing into the densest part of the enemy ranks!

[Skull Curse—Bone Corpse Explosion]

BOOM!

KABOOOOOM—!!!

A chain of deafening explosions erupted!

Nine ink-green, poisonous mushroom clouds erupted into the sky. The raging Corpse Poisoning Yin Fire and violent shockwaves instantly blew the enemy formation into utter disarray.

Severed limbs and chunks of corroded, charred flesh flew everywhere, blasting a gory, mangled gap in the tight encirclement!

[Wood Element Command Technique: Void-Piercing Cone]

The instant the gap appeared, Qi Yun didn’t pause, his fingers flashing through a series of gestures.

Dozens of Evil-Breaking Peach Wood Awls shot out like a torrential squall, precisely picking off the enemies who had survived the blast and were attempting to reform their lines.

At the same time, jet-black Iron Sand formed an impenetrable, flowing armor around his body, blocking and pulverizing the few Evil Poison Techniques and stray arrows that came at him from the side.

His figure was like the wind. Qi Yun urged his White Bone Skeletons to absorb the Blood Essence from the dead as he charged down the bloody path he had forged with the Corpse Explosion.

Whenever he met scattered resistance, he would simply raise a hand and violently crush it with the Dragon-Binding Shackles,

The White Bone Skeletons continuously drew the Blood Essence Qi from the slain to replenish themselves.

Meanwhile, the Stealing and Swallowing Gu in his shadow greedily absorbed the chaotic Spiritual Qi, death qi, and Evil Qi dissipating across the battlefield, purifying it and channeling a constant stream into Qi Yun’s body.

In such a fierce battle, an ordinary Cultivator’s True Qi would have long been exhausted, their aura withered.

But Qi Yun showed no signs of fatigue. On the contrary, his aura only grew more immense and ferocious amidst the slaughter and consumption.

Within his Dantian Purple Mansion, the hazy True Essence—a sign of the Condensing Qi into Essence process—grew and solidified at a visible rate!

He grew stronger the more he fought, fueling his war with war!

Just as Qi Yun used a Void-Piercing Cone to pin the last Yellow Springs Netherworld Cultivator to the ground.

He was preparing to charge out of the area in one go.

The dense fog to his rear split as if cut by a sharp blade.

A blurry figure burst through the fog at an astonishing speed.

In the midst of its charge, its form rapidly compressed and condensed, transforming into an impossibly thin black line that nearly vanished into the surroundings.

It moved at an extreme speed, silently streaking toward the vital point on Qi Yun’s back!

The killing intent was palpable, chilling him to the bone!

Qi Yun didn’t even have time to turn around completely. With a single thought, he commanded his protective Abyssal Iron Sand to instantly converge and thicken behind him!

The next instant!

TING TING TING TING TING—!!!

In a flurry like a torrential downpour, countless peerlessly sharp, hair-thin yet incredibly condensed slashes of black light hammered against the Iron Sand Shield like a tempest.

The blades ground and collided furiously against the Iron Sand.

It produced a continuous, ear-splitting shriek of metal scraping against metal.

Countless dazzling sparks bloomed in the pale white fog,

The blade light wasn’t just fast; it contained a bizarre, disorienting power that could disrupt True Qi, distort perception, and cause the slightest error in a defender’s judgment.

Even with the Abyssal Iron Sand’s astonishing defense.

Under this sudden, frenzied, and focused assault, it was blasted until sand flew. The shield shook violently, showing faint signs of being breached!

"Hmph!"

Qi Yun snorted coldly. He rode the force of the impact, shooting forward several zhang as he spun around, his gaze impossibly cold.

His eyes locked onto the figure that, having failed to land a killing blow, was about to melt back into the fog.

With a quick Spell, the Iron Sand around him erupted outwards.

Like a black tide, it formed into dozens of giant hands of Sand Iron that clawed at the blurry black shadow from all directions, intending to trap and crush the ambusher!

But the black shadow’s Body Skill was incredibly bizarre.

In the nick of time, its body twisted and flickered as if boneless, and narrowly slipped through the gaps between the hands of Sand Iron.