This is its strongest power.

Yet such power ironically provided Song Yan with an even better environment for casting spells.

In helplessness, it could only grit its teeth and continue to endure.

It was also at the late stage of the Purple Mansion Realm, with the power of the Insect King, the Demon Monk's power, and five-ninths of the Changwang Evil Pearl.

"I am the strongest in the Purple Mansion Realm!"

Amidst the Demon Monk's frenzied roar, the giant mouth bit down, speeding up digestion.

Meanwhile, the gray melting furnace around Song Yan's body expanded wildly with a "clang," enveloping him.

With a wave of his right hand, the evil souls in the Myriad Souls Banner vanished by more than half.

Cause and Effect transform into the Exorcism Long Spear.

His left hand swiftly rotated, gathering Qi.

Then, he stomped heavily forward.

One Step to Heaven.

The Slaughter Firm Long Spear was hurled forward.

BOOM!!

Violent power surged past five tightly bound Evil Pearls, flooding towards the giant face outside.

The same environment, completely different result.

The Demon Monk's giant face began to shatter like a deflated balloon under Song Yan's massive ethereal foot, directly sinking underground.

The Demon Monk's form reverted to its original appearance, but with far fewer insects around, transforming from the towering Insect King into a small insect child, with an aura rapidly declining.

If there was the assistance of Demon Mother Su Yao in this battle, it would have been a completely different result, but... Demon Mother Su Yao already had another better choice, doing nothing was already more than enough.

"Hold on!!"

Seeing death approach, the Demon Monk urgently cried, "Song Yan! Have you ever thought why the Insect Hag plotted against me and why she caught you and threw you in here?"

Without waiting for Song Yan to reply, the Demon Monk hastily continued, "I just thought of this, maybe, the Insect Hag was waiting for us to merge into one, and then seize the complete Changwang Evil Pearl.

So, you can't devour me! If you devour me, the Insect Hag will have no barriers, no hindrances, and next, it will step into this Soul Threshold, refining you!

If I die, so will you! Why don't we escape together first, then talk about it!"

Song Yan naturally understood what it said, but was amused by its attempt to plead at such a moment.

"Oh."

He casually responded, then moved swiftly, raising his hand to point at the Demon Monk's brow.

The Demon Monk looked panicked and uneasy.

Just as Song Yan was about to touch its brow, a smirk suddenly appeared in the insect eyes behind the Demon Monk's silver mask, and a strange cry of shock and uncertainty came out of its mouth: "You!!"

The word fell and abruptly stopped. Clearly, this word was not directed at Song Yan.

Song Yan's pupils contracted as well, a feeling of goosebumps rising all over his body, as if countless sharp needles pierced his skin, giving him a strong sense of danger.

The Demon Monk, which had withered to an insect child, suddenly swelled up, its hand grabbing like lightning.

In that instant, there was nowhere to hide, but Song Yan moved his body in the impossibility, gracefully leaning his neck, stepping on the frozen ground to retreat, while quickly activating the Thought Escape, vanishing with a "whoosh," and reappearing a hundred feet away.

As he retreated, he saw the snowstorm before him turning totally black.

The pitch-black hurricane, like the fury of a deity, poured down, turning into a divine whip that snapped with a "pop," blasting through the air and snow, striking at Song Yan.

This speed was almost as fast as his Thought Escape.

There was nowhere for him to dodge.

Song Yan was about to grit his teeth and withstand it.

At that moment, a gray lock coincidentally moved with his Thought Escape and the Insect King's black hurricane simultaneously, swiftly coiling around Song Yan's waist and pulling him sharply.

The hurricane lashed through empty space, and ice shards shattered into the sky in the distance.

Song Yan landed beside Demon Mother Su Yao.

Upon landing, no one spoke, as the black hurricane followed closely behind.

Song Yan recognized this hurricane, it was Vilampu's hurricane!

Vilampu made a move through the Insect King!

Without hesitation, he flipped his hand to take out the "Formless Ancient Race Identity Token," infusing a trace of his aura into it.

As the black hurricane reached the front, in the next instant, an arrogant laughter burst from the Ancient Race Token.

"Bullying the weak? Let me fight you!"

As soon as the words fell, a giant pile driving force burst from the Token, intertwining with the black hurricane in an instant, giving it a shake and quiver, and the hurricane exploded at once!

After one hit, both sides returned to silence.

Using borrowed power can't last long, neither can it be continuous.

Recognizing the help, Song Yan quickly said, "Thank you, Yanzhang...brother, for your assistance."

The Formless Ancient Race always had strong thoughts hidden within, and in danger, they could rely on the Token to act.

Facing this hurricane, Song Yan saw it was indeed the Divine Infant who acted, specifically, the already departed Tang Yanzhang.

After the hit, as he was about to dissipate, Tang Yanzhang said, "Young one, I heard about your situation from the Clan Leader. It doesn't matter, no matter what you're part of our Formless Ancient Race.

The Ancient Race army is arriving near the Clan Leader's side. As long as you can hold out for over a month, even if Vilampu and the Elephant Emperor push their limits, hurry back to the clan without delay."

Song Yan said, "This junior understands."

Tang Yanzhang nodded and then dissipated, while the brilliance of the Ancient Race Token gradually faded, clearly not usable continuously.

On the other side, the rapidly expanding Insect King swiftly shrunk back, its menacing aura vanished, returning to...an insect child.

A childlike figure made entirely of strange black insects.

This form once again donned a crimson cloak and a silver mask, putting them on and wrapping itself up, then sat cross-legged without resisting, fixing its gaze on Song Yan, uttering in a strange voice, "The Demon Monk has been suppressed by me."

Song Yan responded, "I can see that."

Everything in the Sea of Suffering ultimately is "thought," and is all about grand causes and effects, not the Divine Soul.

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