These renowned powerhouses of the Fengyuan Continent perished without even a single cry.
As for Ming Zun and the others, under the protection of the Silver Hook Heavenly Tome, they managed to escape unscathed.
The dense blood threads struck the light barrier formed by the treasure, causing it to flicker violently and dim significantly, yet they failed to penetrate it.
However, this still left Yinsha Zi and the others with faces drained of color.
Ming Zun’s expression darkened as his gaze swiftly swept toward the direction of the Black Kirin Beasts.
The four beasts had transformed into black-armored youths, each forming hand seals with one hand while hiding behind a curtain of black flames, thus avoiding the earlier blood thread attack.
In the distance, upon seeing so many survivors, the golden giant that was Ma Liang showed a flicker of surprise on his face, but it was quickly replaced by a sinister grin. With a swift hand seal, he pointed toward the massive blood seal in the sky.
A thunderous boom echoed.
This time, the colossal seal merely descended slightly, crushing the already honeycombed light tower beneath it into complete ruin.
With no further obstacles, the treasure descended upon Ming Zun and the others like a mountain, instantly enveloping the surrounding void with terrifying force as the vanished stench of blood reemerged.
“Brother Ming, what do we do now?” Yinsha Zi, now a silver giant, growled in a low voice.
“What else can we do? Fight with our lives. Fellow Daoists, do not despair. Such a devastating attack must have consumed immense energy—he cannot possibly unleash it again. Fellow Daoist Wu Ling, Brother Yin, hold off this treasure with all your might. I will prepare a secret technique to seal him while his power is depleted. Fellow Daoists, assist me with your innate abilities for one final strike.” Ming Zun’s voice was grave, yet resolute as he transmitted his words to Yinsha Zi, the others, and the four Black Kirin Beasts.
“Seal him? What are the odds?” Wu Ling Furen asked hesitantly.
The sight of the bald giant and other Mahayana cultivators perishing so easily had shaken her.
“Rest assured. This is an immortal realm technique that sacrifices a wisp of my soul and depletes my foundational energy. The chance of success is at least fifty percent,” Ming Zun replied confidently.
“Very well. I shall trust you once more. Fellow Daoist Yin, let us act together.” Wu Ling Furen gazed at the terrifying blood seal above, knowing escape was impossible under its pressure. With gritted teeth, she steeled herself.
The silver giant that was Yinsha Zi nodded and roared, his body swelling further as thick silver patterns surged across his skin, flickering with countless runes. His arms thickened, and with fists clenched, he struck upward.
Meanwhile, Wu Ling Furen, now a boar-headed, ape-bodied monster, let out a long cry. The two massive swords in her hands merged into a single pale yellow spiked club, which she swung lightly, unleashing a yellow whirlwind toward the sky.
The green-robed woman, silent until now, plucked a seemingly ordinary jade hairpin adorned with three silver-blue pearls from her hair and tossed it into the air.
Three soft pops echoed as the hairpin shattered into motes of light, while the three pearls soared upward, swelling into fist-sized azure orbs that gleamed faintly.
Ma Liang sneered, channeling more immortal energy.
The blood mist around the seal surged, and with a hiss, countless thick blood tendrils shot forth, transforming into crimson spears that rained down like a storm.
A deafening roar erupted as Yinsha Zi’s fists blurred, conjuring countless silver fist shadows that deflected the incoming spears.
Wu Ling Furen’s yellow whirlwind swept up the blood spears, grinding them to dust in flashes of light.
The three blue orbs drifted upward unhurriedly, unaffected as the spears passed through them harmlessly.
Moments later, the silver fist shadows and yellow spiked club struck the colossal seal.
The sky trembled as silver, yellow, and bloody light clashed.
The seal shuddered slightly but continued its descent.
Yinsha Zi and Wu Ling Furen paled. One stomped the void, bending slightly as his fingers splayed, lifting his hands as if to hold up the sky. The other hurled her spiked club upward, chanting incantations.
With earth-shaking booms, two silver hands, each the size of an acre, materialized beneath the seal, fingers spread to catch it. Simultaneously, the yellow spiked club, now colossal, shot upward like a divine pillar, its thickest end pressing against the seal.
The void quaked violently.
The mountain-like seal paused mid-air, held aloft.
Yet the silver hands and spiked club trembled violently, barely able to sustain the weight.
Yinsha Zi and Wu Ling Furen inwardly despaired. They had poured nearly all their energy into the hands and club, leaving nothing more to resist the seal’s descent.
At that moment, the three blue orbs reached the seal. Upon touching the blood mist, they exploded.
A bone-chilling cold erupted, spreading across the sky.
Three enormous blue ice flowers, dozens of feet in diameter, bloomed from the frost, spinning rapidly as three crystalline beams shot forth, striking the seal.
With a sizzle, a layer of deep blue ice crystallized beneath the seal, spreading at an incredible speed. In mere moments, most of the seal was encased in ice.
This sight left Yinsha Zi, Wu Ling Furen, and even Ming Zun stunned.
“Oh? Ice Midnight Flower seeds? To think such treasures exist in this lower realm. But such tricks cannot truly bind the Myriad Spirit Blood Seal.” Ma Liang’s giant form showed a flicker of surprise before he exhaled toward the seal.
Golden flames ignited around the seal, clinging to the blue ice like parasites and crackling like firecrackers.
Simultaneously, the seal itself rumbled, spewing bloody flames.
Caught between the two fires, the blue ice began melting rapidly.
“Brother Ming, act now! We cannot hold much longer!” The green-robed woman, now seated and channeling energy to sustain the ice flowers, shrieked.
“Fear not, fellow Daoists. I have already struck.” Ming Zun took a deep breath.
The trio was puzzled—until a foot-tall azure figure materialized above Ma Liang’s golden giant, its face obscured, holding a rusted black ancient lamp.
The giant spat a stream of golden flames, which swelled into a sea of fire, surging toward the figure.
The flames distorted the void, their heat seemingly melting space itself.
Yet the figure calmly raised the lamp, shaking it toward the inferno.
With a hiss, the impossible happened.
The black lamp emitted a faint dark glow as ashen runes drifted out. The golden flames recoiled as if encountering their nemesis, funneling into the lamp until not a wisp remained.
Even Ma Liang was stunned.
The figure then tossed the lamp downward, merging into it as a wisp of gray-white flame ignited on the charred wick.
At the same time, Ming Zun’s face paled, his legs buckling as if drained.
The lamp hummed, its gray-white flame expanding to cover half the sky.
The moment the flame enveloped Ma Liang’s giant, his immortal energy solidified, his protective golden light dissipating, leaving him powerless.
In that instant, four Black Kirin Beasts lunged from the void, each spewing a wheel-sized black fireball toward the giant.
“You dare!”
Ma Liang’s giant roared, throwing four punches.
Three fireballs exploded into black rain upon impact, but the fourth twisted, dodging the fist to materialize as a plain-robed man before the giant.
“Nine Tribulations Soul Annihilation Art!” The man pressed a palm silently against the giant’s waist, his voice icy.
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