Chapter 325

"Senior..." Wang Ping silently thought, "Junior... will surely not betray this trust."

As if sensing his intention, the Jianmu seed emitted a flash of green light, transforming into a stream of light that directly entered Wang Ping's dantian qi sea!

Within the dantian, the chaotic Nascent Soul seemed to sense it, opening its tiny mouth and inhaling gently. The green seed flew into the Nascent Soul's body, hovering at the core where five-colored radiance and chaotic gray mist intertwined. The Nascent Soul's tiny hands embraced it, and strands of pure chaotic spiritual power and five-element origin power began to gently nourish and wrap this seed.

After the seed entered the Nascent Soul, it did not absorb spiritual power; instead, it began to inhale and exhale on its own.

It absorbed a wisp of chaotic spiritual power, transformed it, and then fed back a wisp of even purer vitality containing a faint Jianmu origin aura, merging into the Nascent Soul, making the Nascent Soul's five-colored radiance brighter, and the chaotic gray mist seemed to solidify a bit more.

At the same time, Wang Ping could clearly feel that his affinity with the surrounding heaven and earth spiritual qi had increased by more than one unit! Especially for wood-attribute and earth-attribute spiritual qi, he had nearly reached the level of using them as naturally as moving his fingers.

Even his perception of space had sharpened slightly, as if he could faintly "touch" the invisible "context" of space.

This was merely the benefit brought by passive nourishment! One could imagine that in the future, if he found a suitable opportunity and blessed land to truly cultivate this seed, its power after growth would surely be earth-shattering!

"Congratulations, Daoist Wang Ping, on obtaining this heaven-defying opportunity!" Cangxuan sincerely congratulated, his eyes filled only with admiration, without a trace of jealousy. Yuliuli and Youying also chimed in with congratulations.

They knew well that this item was fated for Wang Ping, and forcing it would be futile; moreover, the stronger Wang Ping became, the more beneficial it would be for their subsequent journey.

"Just luck, entirely thanks to the legacy of the Jianmu senior." Wang Ping cupped his hands in return, also feeling deeply moved. The journey to the Qingming Heavenly Realm had been perilous beyond measure, yet the opportunities far exceeded imagination.

"The double keys have been obtained, Jianmu has bestowed the seed, affairs here are concluded. We must leave quickly, lest delay bring change."

Youying reminded. The emergence of the double keys and the anomaly of Jianmu made it uncertain that they would not attract the attention of other existences.

The four no longer lingered, retreating swiftly along their original path toward the outskirts of the Creation Spirit Mountain.

Coming, they had been cautious, every step startling. Returning, although equally vigilant, due to their understanding of the spirit mountain's environmental patterns, combined with Wang Ping carrying the Jianmu seed, granting him a natural affinity and deterrence toward wood- and earth-attribute living beings and environment, many potential threats silently withdrew, making the journey much faster.

Three days later, they had approached the outer edge of the Creation Spirit Mountain's periphery. Behind them was the spirit mountain's blessed land with myriad rays of rosy light and misty immortal qi; ahead, the seven-colored rosy light gradually thinned, and farther away lay the bluish-white heavenly light and faint blood-red hue belonging to the Immortal Fall battlefield.

Just as the four slightly relaxed, thinking they would soon leave the spirit mountain's territory safely, an abrupt change occurred!

"Screech——!"

The space dozens of zhang ahead, as if torn apart by an invisible pair of giant hands! A narrow, pitch-black spatial rift, its edges burning with grim green flames, appeared out of nowhere!

Within the rift, not emptiness, but a surge of thick, ink-like black mist, emitting extreme yin cold and decaying aura!

As the black mist rolled, three figures emerged like ghosts, stepping out from the rift one step at a time.

The spatial rift immediately healed and vanished, but the spreading yin cold black mist rapidly diffused; wherever it passed, the originally vibrant flora at the spirit mountain's edge withered, dwindled, and turned into flying ash at visible speed!

Even the dense immortal spirit qi in the air was eroded and polluted by this yin cold force, emitting a "hissing" sound, becoming turbid and foul.

Wang Ping and the three others' pupils contracted sharply, they instantly halted their steps, spiritual power surged, treasure light faintly appeared, entering the highest state of alert.

The newcomers were absolutely not cultivators of the Spirit Realm!

The leader, tall and burly, nearly one zhang in height, his entire body covered in a set of ferocious-looking black bone armor, as if pieced together from the skeleton of some ferocious beast.

At the joints of the bone armor protruded grim white bone spikes; the helmet resembled a demon's face, with two clusters of ghostly green soul fire burning in the eye sockets.

He held a dark red giant scythe taller than a person, the blade curved like a moon, its edges flowing with sticky dark red blood-light, emitting a strong stench of blood and death.

His spiritual power fluctuation had indeed reached the peak of late Nascent Soul, and was yin-cold, domineering, and full of aggression.

The one on the left, slender in build, enveloped in a large cloak that continuously dripped black viscous liquid, his face obscured, only two points of crimson light visible beneath the hood.

He held a bone staff made from the spine of an unknown creature, grim white in color, its top inlaid with a constantly wailing, distorted skull; gray-white vengeful spirit aura spewed from the skull's seven orifices.

His aura was also at late Nascent Soul, but even more strange and elusive, as if fused with the surrounding shadows and negative energy.

On the right was a woman, her figure slender and graceful, yet she wore only a few strands of translucent black gauze, large areas of her skin, pale to the point of being bloodless, exposed, covered in purple-black strange tattoos that writhed slightly like living things.

Her features were eerily beautiful, yet her lips were deep purple, her eyes long and narrow, pupils vertical, like a poisonous snake. She went barefoot, with ankle bells that made no sound.

She played with a small dagger carved from black crystal, its tip continuously dripping emerald-green poison. Her cultivation was mid Nascent Soul, but her aura was the most yin and poisonous, hard to fathom.

The auras of these three were utterly different from any known race of the Spirit Realm. It was a deeper, older, purer "Netherworld" aura.

Compared to the Netherworld Sect cultivators Wang Ping had encountered before, the essence of their power seemed closer to the source of "death" and "void," lacking some evil transformations, but possessing more direct, bone-chilling cruelty toward the origin.

"The Great Netherworld Realm..." Cangxuan's voice carried an unprecedented gravity, even a faint, hardly perceptible apprehension,

"They are true Netherworld people! Not the mixed-blood Netherworld Sect descendants of the Spirit Realm! This realm, in ancient times, was once a powerful world capable of rivaling the upper sects of the Immortal Realm, but after being drawn into the ancient great war, its world origin was damaged and fell, becoming a Netherworld dead zone, yet its inheritance was not severed, with strong individuals emerging generation after generation, acting extremely cruelly, and they are eternal enemies of the Spirit Realm!"

Wang Ping's heart sank. Great Netherworld Realm! He had seen only fragments in the oldest miscellaneous records, an alien enemy more dreaded by Spirit Realm cultivators than the demon race, rumored that their cultivation method was utterly incompatible with the Spirit Realm's immortal path, even contrary to it, their arts strange and vicious, impossible to guard against.

"Eh? I didn't expect to encounter a few Spirit Realm little bugs in this 'Qingming Heavenly Realm' borderland." The leader, the tall bone-armored Netherworld cultivator, spoke, his voice hoarse and dry, like two bones rubbing together, carrying a kind of superior mockery and undisguised contempt. His pronunciation of the common tongue was strange, but did not hinder understanding.

"Tsk tsk, look at this spiritual qi fluctuation—you just came out from that 'false immortal blessed land' inside, didn't you? Not a small haul." The eerily beautiful female cultivator extended her scarlet tongue, licked her purple-black lips, her long, narrow vertical pupils sweeping over Wang Ping's group, especially lingering on Yuliuli and Youying for a moment, revealing a greedy and cruel smile:

"The flesh, blood, and souls of Spirit Realm cultivators, especially these tender-skinned ones, are the most 'delicious,' perfect for feeding my 'Soul-Eating Gu,' nothing better."

The slender cloaked cultivator slightly raised the bone staff in his hand; the skull atop the staff suddenly let out a sharp, piercing wail: "Captain, cut the chatter. They have 'key' fluctuations on them, though weak, but undeniable.

Moreover..." His crimson gaze seemed to penetrate Wang Ping's flesh, landing on his dantian position, emitting a surprised little "eh," "There seems to be... something else quite interesting.

Kill them, and the keys and treasures will be ours. This broken immortal domain is ownerless by right, survival of the fittest is natural and just."

The bone-armored captain let out a strange, mocking laugh, his dark red giant scythe casually swung, a crescent-shaped black blade aura howling forth, easily slicing a nearby zhang-high hard spirit rock into two halves silently, the cut surface smooth as a mirror, immediately corroded into powder by lingering Netherworld death qi.

"Heard it, Spirit Realm little bugs? Hand over all your belongings obediently, including storage treasures, personal artifacts, and... your soul Nascent Soul!

Captain is in a good mood, perhaps I can let you die happily, with less suffering from soul-refining. Otherwise..."

"Let you taste the flavor of my 'Netherworld Ghost Scythe' tearing souls and bodies, then refine your flesh into corpse puppets, point your souls as lamp oil, to wail eternally!"

Arrogant! Domineering! Treating Wang Ping's four as fish on a chopping board, to be taken and demanded at will!

Wang Ping's eyes flashed with cold light. The opposing three were formidable—two late Nascent Soul, one mid Nascent Soul, with strange auras and unknown methods, indeed troublesome. But to think they could surrender without a fight, handing over everything to be slaughtered? Wishful thinking!

Cangxuan's face sank like water, battle intent rising in his star-like eyes, starlight flowing at his fingertips. Yuliuli's gauze robe fluttered, seven-colored halo condensed, the phantom of the Immortal Sound Bell appeared faintly behind him. Youying's form completely merged with the surrounding light and darkness, leaving only a trace of killing intent locking onto the eerily beautiful female cultivator.

"Netherworld Realm Daoist," Wang Ping stepped forward, his chaotic domain quietly expanding to envelop the four of them, his voice calm and unperturbed, "Opportunities in this place depend on individual ability. We harbor no intention to oppose the Netherworld Realm, but if you insist on forcing us, we Spirit Realm cultivators are also not to be kneaded by others."

"Hahahaha!" The bone-armored captain seemed to have heard the funniest joke, bursting into laughter, "Just you? Four Spirit Realm Nascent Soul rabble? One early stage, two mid stage, one late stage? Dare to speak big words before my 'Blood Scythe' Mengka? Clearly you've been living in comfort too long, unaware of my Great Netherworld Realm's mighty fierce reputation!"

His laughter cut off abruptly, his tone turning bone-chilling: "Since you seek death, then I shall fulfill you! Remember, your killer is Mengka, Captain of the Seventh Hunting Squad, Bone-Crushing Department, Great Netherworld Realm—'Soul-Shattering Blood Scythe' Mengka!"

"Leave the bone-player on the left to me." The cloaked cultivator said gloomily, his bone staff pointing at Cangxuan, "Your star power sounds quite 'nourishing'."

The eerily beautiful female cultivator licked her dagger, her gaze locking onto Yuliuli and Youying: "These two little beauties (she seemed to have discerned Youying's gender), are my prey. I will refine them into the most beautiful 'Netherworld Dolls'."

"Attack!" Mengka let out a feral laugh, suddenly, his dark red giant scythe erupted with towering black light!

"Netherworld Ghost Domain, open!"

Boom!

Centered on him, thick and viscous netherworld death qi surged out like a tide, instantly covering a radius of several hundred zhang! The sky turned dark green, light dimmed, temperature plummeted, and the air filled with a pungent mix of sulfur and the stench of rotting corpses. The ground quickly hardened and cracked, oozing black water, from which countless pale bone hands struggled and stretched out!

Domain! And an extremely powerful, erosion-focused, weakening, summoning-type composite netherworld domain!

Within this "Nether Ghost Domain," Wang Ping and the others immediately felt their bodies sink, as if stuck in a mire. Spiritual power circulation became sluggish, divine sense suppressed and distorted, and countless wailing vengeful spirits assailed their ears, constantly impacting their minds. Moreover, freezing death qi penetrated everywhere, attempting to erode the flesh and congeal blood and qi.

"Stellar Radiance, Shatter Evil!" Cangxuan shouted low, the stellar compass above his head flaring with light, projecting a vast illusory star river, barely sustaining a clear zone of several zhang radius, dispersing part of the netherworld death qi, but under the suppression of the ghost domain, the starlight's brilliance was noticeably dimmer than before.

"Immortal Melody Cleanses Dust, Purify Heart and Guard Spirit!" Yuliuli plucked the void with her bare hands, clear and lingering immortal music flowed out, transforming into rippling seven-colored sound waves that protected the four's souls, resisting the all-pervasive vengeful wails and spiritual erosion.

The nether shadow's form appeared within the ghost domain, seemingly somewhat restrained, but black mist rolled around him (her), faintly opposing the domain's death qi, and was not completely suppressed.

Wang Ping's chaotic domain then displayed astonishing adaptability. The grayish airflow slowly rotated within the nether ghost domain, and the invading death qi, resentment, and spiritual impacts...

Upon entering the domain's range, were rapidly decomposed, assimilated, and transformed into relatively harmless杂 energy. Although the process was much slower than in Ling Shan, it indeed effectively weakened the ghost domain's influence.

The Overturning Seal hovered above his head, dropping thick earth-yellow airflow, further isolating the seeping death qi.

"Hmm? Interesting, you can actually resist my ghost domain?" Mengka's soul fire flickered in his eyes, revealing a hint of surprise, which immediately turned into stronger killing intent: "But, this is just the beginning!"

He raised his giant scythe high and suddenly brought it down!

"Netherworld Soul-Severing Blade!"

A blade of black light, condensed to the extreme, zhang-wide and crescent-shaped, tore through the ghost domain, carrying a mournful ghostly wail and the chill of freezing souls, straight for Wang Ping's head! This strike was as fast as lightning; before the blade arrived, the terrifying intent of severing life and tearing souls had already descended!

Wang Ping's pupils contracted slightly; this strike's power had definitely reached the late Nascent Soul peak, even faintly touching the threshold of Divinity! He dared not be careless, and with a thought...

"Overturning Seal, Suppress!"

The Overturning Seal above his head buzzed and surged, transforming into a small mountain-sized seal, its ancient surface bursting forth with intertwined earth-yellow and chaotic gray radiance, like a divine mountain, it fiercely collided with the black blade!

Boom—!!

A deafening explosion erupted! Violent energy shockwaves burst outward in a ring, pulverizing the surrounding black water and bone hands! The Overturning Seal trembled violently, its earth-yellow airflow reduced by more than half, its radiance dimmed somewhat, and it flew back to hover above Wang Ping's head, emitting a mournful cry. But that terrifying netherworld blade was also shattered outright, turning into drifting death qi filling the sky.

Wang Ping grunted, his blood and qi surging, spiritual power consumption significant. The opponent's casual strike was actually this overwhelming!

"Oh? You actually blocked it?" Mengka was even more surprised, but his motion didn't stop; he swung his giant scythe continuously: "Then let's try a few more moves! Netherworld Ghost Fire, Burn!"

He grabbed at the void with his left hand; countless grim-green flames rose from the ghost domain, condensing into dozens of ferocious fire serpents that howled as they surged toward Wang Ping from all directions! This netherworld ghost fire was not only extremely hot, but could also scorch spiritual power, defile magic treasures, and erode souls.

At the same time, the thin cultivator in the cloak moved. He chanted obscure, eerie incantations, and his skull bone staff struck the ground heavily!

"Ten Thousand Spirits' Wail, Seize Soul and Spirit!"

The skull at the staff's tip suddenly opened its mouth wide, and a grayish-white wave of sound, formed by countless twisted vengeful spirit faces, erupted forth, ignoring physical defenses and directly striking the four's souls!

This sound wave contained extreme pain, despair, and madness; ordinary cultivators hearing it would lightly have their souls shaken and consciousness blurred, or heavily have their souls hooked out to be devoured by the myriad spirits!

Cangxuan bore the brunt, he snorted coldly: "Starlight as Guide, Heart Lamp Eternal!" A point of brilliant starlight-like radiance lit up between his brows, stabilizing his soul, while the stellar compass shot out several condensed beams of starlight, like arrows, aiming at that grayish sound wave, attempting to disperse it.

Yuliuli's immortal music suddenly rose in pitch, transforming into an impassioned battle song, directly clashing with the wailing sound wave; the seven-colored and grayish sound waves collided violently in the air, annihilating each other, emitting a piercing screech.

The nether shadow's form suddenly vanished, then reappeared beside the cloaked cultivator in shadow, a black short sword silently and soundlessly stabbing toward his ribs! Speed extreme, angle tricky and vicious!

However, the cloaked cultivator seemed to have anticipated it; his cloak moved without wind, a layer of viscous black liquid suddenly seeped out, forming a twisted shield!

"Hiss!"

The short sword pierced the black liquid shield, like stabbing into a mire, speed greatly reduced, and the sword's radiance was rapidly corroded. At the same time, several tendrils of black liquid suddenly shot out from the shield, wrapping toward the nether shadow's arms!

The nether shadow's strike missed, he didn't linger; the short sword trembled, breaking free of the tendrils, his form again turned into black mist and dispersed, dodging several stark white bone spikes that suddenly stabbed up from the ground.

On the other side, that demonic female cultivator giggled coquettishly, her form flitting like a ghost, instantly approaching Yuliuli. She waved her black crystal dagger, drawing trails of green toxic light, like a snake spitting its tongue, specifically targeting Yuliuli's vital points. Each trail emitted a nauseating fishy-sweet odor, obviously containing potent poison, and its trajectory was strange, hard to grasp.

"Pretty thing, come play with sister!" The female cultivator's voice was sweet, yet pierced with bone-chilling cold.

Yuliuli's expression unchanged, her gauze robe fluttering, seven-colored light halo flowing, she laid down layer upon layer of sound wave barriers before her. Simultaneously, she raised her bare hand, several blade-like condensed sound waves shot out, colliding with the toxic light, emitting a "hiss-hiss" sound as they mutually dissipated. But the female cultivator's movement was strange, dagger attacks continuous, and moreover, an invisible charm accompanied her laughter and gaze, spreading out, disturbing the mind.

The battle erupted and immediately entered a white-hot state!

Wang Ping alone faced the strongest Mengka, pressure immense. The fire serpents formed from netherworld ghost fire were already before his eyes, his gaze turned fierce.

"Golden Yang Burns Heaven, Fire Counters Yin Evil!"

Crimson-gold true sun fire erupted from his palm, forming a sea of fire, rushing toward those grim-green fire serpents! Utmost yang and rigid, the true sun fire was precisely the bane of these yin evil ghost fires!

"Hiss-hiss-hiss——!"

Crimson-gold fire collided with grim-green ghost fire, emitting a fierce scorching sound. Most ghost fire was easily burned away by the true sun fire, but still a few exceptionally thick fire serpents pierced the fire sea and lunged close to Wang Ping.

Wang Ping pointed with his fingers like a sword, chaotic gray radiance吞吐 at his fingertips.

"White Tiger Slays God Sword Gang, Chop!"

A matchless white-gold sword gang swept out, carrying the intent to slash through everything, completely shredding the remaining fire serpents. However, the scattered ghost fire embers still emitted yin cold death qi, attempting to erode his protective spiritual radiance.

Seeing this, Mengka was not startled but delighted: "True sun fire? White Tiger Geng Metal Sword Qi? Good stuff! Looks like you have plenty of secrets! All of them are mine!"

He no longer attacked from a distance; his figure suddenly lunged forward, like a ghostly shadow instantly crossing dozens of zhang, the dark red giant scythe in hand carrying a mournful sharp whistle, sweeping horizontally at the waist! Where the scythe passed, space was etched with faint black traces; that sharp qi and death intent made Wang Ping's skin sting.

Close combat! This is precisely the forte of netherworld cultivators; their bodies are often tempered by netherworld power, immensely strong, combined with esoteric martial techniques and netherworld arts, extremely difficult to deal with.

Wang Ping dared not meet it head-on; light flashed under his feet, he displayed a marvelous evasion technique, narrowly avoiding the scythe blade. Simultaneously, he formed seals with both hands.

"Gravity Technique, Thousand-Jun Bind!"

Earth-yellow radiance lit up around Mengka, space suddenly became viscous and heavy, like a mire, attempting to bind his movements.

Mengka's figure paused, but then he roared, bone armor on his body bursting forth with green light, actually forcing open the gravity bind, though his speed slowed slightly.

"Trivial trick! Netherworld Bone Armor, Invulnerable to All Laws!"

He rotated his giant scythe, changing from sweep to chop; a condensed black blade radiance detached from the blade, flying straight for Wang Ping's face! At the same time, he punched out with his left fist, the fist's tip condensing into a ferocious ghost head phantom, silently roaring, straight for Wang Ping's chest!

The assault came like a tide, ruthless and continuous!

Wang Ping drew a deep breath, his chaotic Nascent Soul operating rapidly, the five powers surging within his body.

"Yin Stillness Extinction Chill, Freeze!"

Ice-blue extreme cold radiance burst from him as center, instantly turning the surrounding tens of zhang into an ice domain! That black blade radiance and ghost fist seal rushed into the chill range, speed plummeted, surface condensed thick frost, power greatly reduced.

"Five Phases Revolve, Divine Light Protects Body!"

Five-colored radiance lit up from Wang Ping's body surface, transforming into a flowing, unceasing light shield. The weakened blade radiance and fist seal struck the shield, causing violent ripples, but failed to break through.

"Five elements combined? Not bad!" Meng Ka's eyes blazed with eerie light, "But before my netherworld death qi, the five elements will wither! Take my 'Hundred Ghosts Night March, Ten Thousand Souls Devouring Spirit'!"

He fiercely plunged the giant sickle into the ground, his hands forming a complex and strange seal. The entire netherworld ghost realm boiled violently, countless black qi surging from the ground and air, coalescing into over a hundred blurred, twisted ghostly apparitions! These apparitions varied in form—some with green faces and fangs, some with intestines pierced and bellies rotting, some covered in pus-filled boils—but all shared the trait of emitting overwhelming resentment and a craving for the flesh of living beings, letting out ear-splitting shrieks as they surged toward Wang Ping like a tide! Each apparition equaled a full-force strike from an early Nascent Soul cultivator! More importantly, they were insubstantial and unpredictable, rendering physical attacks largely ineffective, specializing in eroding spiritual power and devouring souls!

This is a truly large-scale, sustained, and extremely disgusting attack divine ability!

Wang Ping's expression shifted slightly. Faced with this sky-covering tide of ghostly apparitions, a single divine ability was hard-pressed to cope.

His thoughts raced; the Jianmu seed cradled by his chaotic Nascent Soul within his dantian seemed to sense the overwhelming netherworld death qi and resentful spirits outside, trembling slightly and transmitting a hint of displeasure and purifying instinct.

"Perhaps I can try……" A flash of determination crossed Wang Ping's eyes.

He held nothing back; within his dantian, the five-colored radiance and gray light of his chaotic Nascent Soul intertwined as he suddenly opened his mouth and exhaled!

A beam of hazy gray light, appearing unremarkable yet seemingly capable of embracing all things and annihilating all things, erupted from Wang Ping's palm, rushing toward the ghostly tide!

Not aimed at any single apparition, but like an invisible giant brush, he lightly "swept" across the fan-shaped area ahead!

Five Elements Divine Light—Can Sweep All Things!

Wherever this light touched, the space ahead seemed to blur for an instant. The surging hundreds of ghostly apparitions, like sand paintings swept up by a raging wind, emitted shrill, piercing wails as their forms rapidly blurred and turned transparent. The netherworld death qi, resentful spirit obsessions, and negative energy they contained, upon encountering their nemesis, were "swept" by that hazy gray divine light and promptly scattered, dissolving into the most primitive, harmless chaotic energy flow, dispersing in all directions!

With just a single strike, that seemingly unmatched Hundred Ghosts Night March was cleared by more than half! The remaining twenty or thirty apparitions were also fragmented and greatly weakened, then swept clean by Wang Ping's subsequent True Solar Fire!

"What?!" The soul fire in Meng Ka's eye sockets flared violently, revealing shock for the first time, "What light is this? It can directly sweep away my hundred ghosts resentful spirits?!"

He felt that within that gray light lay something that made his heart tremble—an almost terrifying aura capable of unraveling the very foundation of "existence." This was certainly no ordinary netherworld five-element technique!

Wang Ping's execution of this Five Elements Divine Light came at great cost, his face slightly paling, but his eyes grew brighter. The suppressing effect of his chaotic five-element divine light on such energy entities and resentful spirit entities was even better than he had anticipated!

"Captain!" From the other side, the robed cultivator transmitted an urgent mental fluctuation, having been harassed by Cangxuan's starlight and the elusive strikes of the nether shadow, leaving him somewhat disheveled, though not yet defeated, nor gaining an advantage, "Stop playing! Fight fast and finish fast! Delay brings change! After all, this is the edge of the Spirit Mountain domain!"

The demonic female cultivator was also entangled by the celestial music of Jade Liuli and her exquisite techniques, momentarily unable to subdue her, and upon hearing this, she cried out sharply: "Captain Meng Ka, go all out! These few spirit realm worms are tougher than expected!"

Meng Ka snapped back from his shock, killing intent surging in his eyes, all pretense of play gone.

"Good! Very good! To force me to use my true means, you may be proud!" Meng Ka's voice was ice-cold and piercing, "But, the game ends here! To die beneath my 'Bone-Corroding Division' secret forbidden technique is your fortune!"

He fiercely bit his tongue, spitting a mouthful of purple-black essence blood onto the dark crimson giant sickle. The sickle, as if alive, frenziedly absorbed the essence blood, emitting an excited hum; the blade's blood light surged, turning dark crimson near black, upon which appeared countless illusory faces of struggling beings, a nauseating aura rising—seemingly compounding all the world's negative emotions—soaring into the heavens!

Simultaneously, the grim white patterns on his bone armor all lit up, pulsing like blood vessels, pushing his entire aura to a terrifying level, faintly exceeding the Nascent Soul realm, reaching the half-step to God Transformation!

"With my essence blood, I summon the Netherworld Eye!" Meng Ka raised the giant sickle high with both hands, roaring to the heavens, "Netherworld Gaze, All Things Return to Ruin!"

At the tip of the sickle's blade, space suddenly twisted, a black, slowly rotating vortex appearing. Deep within the vortex, a colossal, cold, merciless vertical pupil—seemingly formed from the pure concept of "death"—gradually opened!

Within that pupil, horrifying scenes were reflected: all things withering, stars extinguishing, the world returning to ruin!

The moment one was gazed upon by this "Netherworld Eye," Wang Ping and his companions felt their hairs stand on end, an unprecedented lethal crisis, like ice water poured over the head, instantly engulfing them!

The true killing move has arrived!