Chapter 446: Battle Against the Silver Dragon Again

"This is no problem; just find the remains, and Old Guifuzi will investigate them one by one!" Guifuzi chuckled, his voice like a booming bell.

Not long after, the group stepped into the core of the pyramid.

Guifuzi pressed his palms together before his chest and muttered a chant; from the withered bones scattered on the ground, wisps of pale cyan Undead Qi were drawn out like gossamer threads, weaving into a net in the air.

In an instant, a portion of the Undead Qi, like birds returning to their nests, precisely coiled around the bodies of Chen Fan, Saihe, and several other experts present.

A few other wisps penetrated the stone walls of the pyramid and spread toward the outside.

Guifuzi closed his eyes slightly, the Spirit Pattern between his brows flickering on and off. After a quarter of an hour, he opened his eyes abruptly, a sharp light shooting from his pupils.

"Found it, Master!"

"Where is it?" Chen Fan's figure flickered, and he instantly arrived before him, his tone urgent.

"On the seabed!"

"The seabed?" Chen Fan's pupils shrank.

"Yes, Master. To be precise, it is at a Beast Worship Cult base in the deep Atlantic Ocean!" Guifuzi said in a deep voice.

"A Beast Worship Cult base?" Chen Fan's heart tightened. "So Mo Wuya has already been captured by them?"

"Yes." Guifuzi's voice carried a hint of gravity. "I also sensed the aura of the Silver Dragon in the vicinity, as well as the auras of dozens of human warriors."

Chen Fan felt his heart sink.

"Master, what should we do now? Shall we save Senior Mo Wuya?" Saihe stepped forward and asked with concern.

"We will save him!" Chen Fan said decisively, without the slightest hesitation. "The Silver Dragon may not have had time to find the location of the Space Spirit Stone yet; I happen to want to meet him!"

Hearing this, the others all volunteered to go along, but Chen Fan raised his hand to stop them: "This place is extremely dangerous; Guifuzi and Qingyou will suffice to accompany me."

At the same time, in the deep Atlantic Ocean, within an underwater Secret Realm shrouded by a ghostly blue light curtain, Mo Wuya was covered in blood. His clothes had been shredded by a Thorn Iron Whip, and deep, bone-visible bloodstains crisscrossed his body. He had long since fallen into a coma, his breath as weak as a candle in the wind.

The Silver Dragon stood to the side, his expression so gloomy it could drip water.

A Beast Worship Cult member holding a blood-stained Thorn Iron Whip knelt before him, bowing his head, his voice trembling: "My Lord, we have tried every method available. This old fellow has a very stubborn mouth; if we keep torturing him, I fear he won't hold out."

The Silver Dragon paced back and forth irritably, the Space around him slightly distorting from his fury. The surrounding cult members were as silent as cicadas in winter, not daring to even breathe loudly.

"Useless trash!" He roared, kicking the cult member away several meters. "Forget it, I will go ask the Pope to take action. With his Soul-Searching and Spirit-Snatching Art, I don't believe we won't be able to find that Space Spirit Stone!"

Just as the Silver Dragon turned to leave, a spatial fluctuation suddenly came from the entrance of the Secret Realm. He paused, a cold sneer curling his lips: "Chen Fan? You are truly courting death!"

Before the words had faded, the Silver Dragon's figure had turned into a black shadow, instantly vanishing from where he stood.

When he reappeared, he was already facing Chen Fan and his two companions, who had suddenly broken in.

Inside the Secret Realm, mist churned, appearing extremely eerie!

"I didn't expect you to actually find this place," the Silver Dragon stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes full of mockery. "But your courage is much greater than I imagined!"

Chen Fan's gaze swept over the churning black mist, and the hair on his body stood on end, for this black mist was all leaking out from an Other-dimensional Space Entrance within the Secret Realm.

"This Other-dimensional Space Entrance likely connects to the Ghost Sea; those mists are the Ghostly Qi of the Ghost Sea from above the Ghost Sea!" Guifuzi said with a grave expression.

"Go!" Chen Fan did not hesitate in the slightest, turning his head abruptly to shout at Guifuzi and Qingyou.

"Want to leave? Too late!" The Silver Dragon's cold shout was like Thunder. The moment his voice fell, he slammed his hand up, his five fingers forming a claw, and gripped hard!

"Hum—"

The Space around Chen Fan and his companions instantly solidified, as if they were imprisoned by an invisible giant hand within transparent amber, making even breathing difficult.

The next moment, a piercing shriek came from the Other-dimensional Space Entrance, and over a dozen translucent humanoid creatures rushed out like sharp arrows. Their figures were flickering, and they emitted a bone-chilling cold; they were the Warriors of the Ghost Race!

What made Chen Fan's heart sink even further was that the auras of these ghosts were all incredibly robust; the weakest among them had the cultivation of a Martial Saint Late Stage, and seven or eight of them had even reached the Martial Saint Peak!

"It's the Ghost Race!" Chen Fan's pupils shrank as he recognized these soul creatures that only existed in legends.

Seeing the ghost swarm closing in and no hope of escape, a flash of ruthlessness crossed Chen Fan's eyes, and he violently activated the vertical pupil between his brows.

"Sun-Stationed Universe Pupil!"

Golden pupil light erupted suddenly, and with Chen Fan as the center, the space-time within a hundred-meter radius was instantly frozen. The ghosts that were pouncing forward paused, their movements coming to an abrupt halt, and even the churning black mist around them was fixed in mid-air.

But this frozen time was several times shorter than usual, lasting less than a second before space-time crashed back to normal.

It was not that the power of Chen Fan's pupil technique had weakened, but that there were too many experts here; the Silver Dragon's spatial imprisonment and the soul pressure of the ghosts overlapped, greatly suppressing his abilities.

But this one second was enough for Chen Fan to escape!

The spatial barrier shattered at the sound. He grabbed Guifuzi and Qingyou beside him, Thunder exploded beneath his feet, and his figure turned into a bolt of lightning, instantly streaking toward the sea surface.

Those Ghost Race members seemed to be under some kind of restriction; after chasing out of the Secret Realm's range, they hovered in the black mist for a moment, let out bursts of unwilling shrieks, and finally retreated back inside.

But the Silver Dragon did not hesitate in the slightest, turning into a black shadow and pursuing relentlessly.

"Chen Fan, you won't be able to fly away today!" The Silver Dragon's roar came from behind, carrying monstrous rage.

Chen Fan suddenly stopped, turned, and stood his ground, a look of disdain curling his lips: "You dare to speak such big words relying on yourself alone?"

Without the entanglement of those Ghost Race members, with just him and Guifuzi, Chen Fan had full confidence in taking down the Silver Dragon.

"Hmph," the Silver Dragon sneered, his eyes full of sarcasm. "Chen Fan, I know what you are thinking. Last time you won against me by relying on having more people; this time, let's see what you have to rely on!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the Silver Dragon raised his hand and waved, and a transparent sphere the size of a fist flew out from his Space Ring. The surface of the sphere was covered in complex Spirit Patterns, and the moment it appeared, it shattered with a "Crack!"

The Ghost Seawater inside instantly gushed out, turning into a black Water curtain in mid-air. At the same time, a shrill shriek came from the Water curtain, and a ghost three zhang tall slowly emerged.

This ghost was at the strength of a Martial Saint Peak!

"Dai, help me hold off that old fellow in the Magic Armor!" The Silver Dragon shouted fiercely at the ghost.

"Si—"

The ghost let out an obscure and difficult-to-understand roar, its figure flickered, and it turned into a black shadow, pouncing toward Guifuzi.

"Master, be careful!" Guifuzi's expression changed, and he slammed himself in front of Chen Fan.

The Silver Dragon in Chen Fan's hand had already been swung, and a Thunder light tens of meters long, carrying the power to destroy the heavens and the earth, slashed fiercely at the ghost's body.

However, the Thunder blade light was like slashing into thin air, passing directly through the ghost's body without causing the slightest damage.

"Master, the Ghost Race has no physical form; they are in a pure soul state. Physical attacks and elemental attacks are ineffective against them; you must use Mental Power to hurt them!" Guifuzi reminded him while demonic evil energy surged into the sky from his body.

The Magic Armor on his body was instantly activated, and the black demonic evil energy merged with his robust Mental Power, turning into a black sickle ten zhang long in mid-air. With a swing of the sickle, carrying the power to tear apart the Soul, he clashed with the ghost named "Dai".

One man and one ghost, both experts in Soul attacks, unleashed terrifying Soul shockwaves with every collision. The surrounding Water was shaken into violent surges, and even Space trembled faintly; for a time, the two fought to a standstill, evenly matched.

With Guifuzi, the greatest threat, gone, Dragon Venerable's gaze fell once again upon Chen Fan, his eyes filled with killing intent: "Chen Fan, now, what other means do you have to contend with me?"