"Finally arrived, hmm? Where are they?"

Descending upon the boundless, shattered land, the hulking Golden Armored Corpse Demon Nie Biao narrowed his long, sanguine eyes that gleamed like blood.

The few who had come with him were no longer in sight.

Clearly, after passing through the gateway to this place, they had all been randomly placed in various locations within the Dragon Prison.

Forget it, lost is lost. They were nothing but a burden anyway.

Cracking his neck with a series of clicks, Nie Biao casually chose a direction. Just as he was about to ride the clouds and fly, the thick demonic cloud that had just begun to form under his feet vanished without a trace.

He quickly realized the no-fly rule of this Dragon Prison.

Nie Biao bared his teeth in irritation and impatiently kicked away a massive rock weighing several tons that lay at his feet.

"This is such fucking bullshit!"

Unable to fly, even someone at the pinnacle of the Bloodstained Realm like himself had to measure every step forward!

Scanning the endless, featureless broken land that spread as far as the eye could see, Nie Biao bent his knees slightly and then violently stomped on the ground!

BOOM!

The ground within a hundred miles caved in. The shockwave surged, stones shot through the air, and dense dust billowed up like fog rolling in out of nowhere.

Leaping over a thousand meters into the sky, Nie Biao surveyed the wilderness.

There was nothing; the rugged, broken land stretched to the horizon.

Aside from a barren landscape of grey-white rocks and bricks, there was not a single other thing.

"How the hell am I supposed to find anything here?"

Landing heavily back on the ground, creating a crater tens of meters wide, Nie Biao's face wrinkled up like a dried orange peel as he frowned, feeling as if he had accepted an extremely troublesome job.

...

Escape Skills, Magic Artifacts, and even mounts are useless. The Dragon Prison completely forbids flying?!

Scattered all around, Magic Artifacts hummed incessantly but were utterly incapable of breaking the no-fly rule of the Dragon Prison. Fang Bai had a complex expression on his face.

The flight abilities of cultivators were stripped away. It was like ordinary people being unable to walk. Once able to traverse hundreds or thousands of miles in a single thought, they were now reduced to using their legs. This sudden drop from the clouds to the ground was truly hard to accept.

With his brow furrowed tightly, Fang Bai gathered up the Magic Artifacts scattered on the ground with a flick of his sleeve and let out a deep sigh. He turned, preparing to explore on foot, but as he did so, a small white figure with hands on hips was standing right behind him, examining him from top to bottom thoughtfully.

What's this? There are living beings in the Dragon Prison?

Fang Bai was surprised to see the small white creature before him. Hadn't the Flood Dragon King said the Dragon Prison had been deserted for a long time, and it was impossible for living beings to be here?

But if it wasn't a creature of the Dragon Prison... Not good!

His pupils suddenly dilated, and Fang Bai quickly looked around. If it was not a creature of the Dragon Prison, then it must be the means of an outsider. He was familiar with the methods used by the cultivators who had journeyed with him, and none involved this white figure. If so, the one behind this must be the person personally sent by the Dianchuan Water Monarch!

Fang Bai had also heard the conversation between Elder Shui and the Flood Dragon King. Upon seeing this strange white figure, he immediately realized it must be the handiwork of that other person who had entered the Dragon Prison.

Just as expected, before long, the figure of a person stepping toward him appeared at the extreme limit of Fang Bai's vision. This person was dressed in a Deep Blue Taoist Robe with wide sleeves and had a youthful, handsome appearance. With each step he took, his figure blurred and quivered. The next moment, he would appear hundreds of meters away. Truly elusive and mysterious!

Ill intentions were afoot.

Seeing the young Daoist approaching, Fang Bai waved his sleeve. Suddenly, a pitch-black, icy hand with bulging veins appeared, reaching straight for the white figure.

BOOM!

The twisting black mist engulfed a several-meter diameter of the ground, and the chilly aura, like numerous little snakes, continued to spread outwards.

Hm?

His expression changed when he saw the white figure standing unharmed tens of meters away. Fang Bai's face shifted. With another sweep of his sleeve, he was about to act again.

But the white figure turned and fled with remarkable speed. It skimmed along the ground, becoming a white blur that disappeared in a few breaths.

Frowning and lowering his hand, Fang Bai did not chase after it.

If a small trinket ran away, then so be it. The main adversary was the focus.

Looking up at the young Daoist who had now approached within a hundred miles, Fang Bai's robe fluttered, and his Qi Force circulated. The blood-red pouch hanging at his waist grew restless and malevolent, occasionally revealing pained and fierce faces.

The Five Ghost Daoist, Fang Bai!

He was formerly the Sect Master of a heretical sect in Jingchu Province. Forced to flee due to the purging tide that swept through Jingchu Province, he had joined forces with three hundred and sixty other Demons and sought refuge in Dianchuan Province under the Flood Dragon King. He possessed a cultivation base at the fifth layer of the Blood-Stained Realm.

Although his cultivation was not as high as Nie Biao, who was at the pinnacle of the Bloodstained Realm, the "Five Ghosts Profound Underworld True Scripture" he practiced was an extensive tome integrating both artifacts and spells. It was very similar to the Heshan Path that Qi Xiu once practiced. Much of his combat power relied on the Magic Artifacts he cultivated. Therefore, his actual combat power could not simply be deduced from his level of cultivation.

Here he comes!

Watching the young Daoist flash before him, now within a hundred miles, Fang Bai's hands beneath his sleeves moved together, casting a spell, while his face showed a warm and friendly smile.

"Fellow Daoist..."

"Five Thunder Demonic Subjugation Great Formation!"

With a gesture of his hand, Qi Xiu deployed the most ferocious and ruthless Rune Array he had, showing not the slightest hint of courtesy. After summoning the Rune Array, he cast a spell with both hands. Countless Talisman Scripts surged forth as he startlingly began to construct another Rune Array!

"You!"

Qi Xiu had not even offered a greeting before making his move. Even Fang Bai, who harbored malicious intentions, found himself somewhat unable to cope in that moment.

Thunder roared, and dark clouds loomed overhead! One after another, Talisman Scripts as broad as door panels, shining with Spiritual Light, appeared. They were robust and sturdy, exuding an aura of domineering majesty. As heavy as mountains, they surged with countless thunderbolts and stretched across the entire sky.

The thunderbolts that spanned the sky tore through endless mountains and rivers, penetrating everything under Heaven. Five massive figures with the power to uproot mountains and overturn seas emerged from within the thunderbolts, emitting a terrifying presence that spelled doom for Demons.

As soon as the Five Thunder Demon-Subduing Grand Deity appeared, Fang Bai's pupils shrunk to the size of pinpoints.

"Five Ghost Gods! Come out to me!"

Seeing the immensely powerful fists of the Five Thunder Demon-Subduing Grand Deity about to pummel him, Fang Bai hurriedly took out the blood-red pouch tied to his waist. He slapped it, and five clusters of sharply cackling black mist rolled out. They actually managed to forcefully grasp the fists of the Five Thunder Demon-Subduing Grand Deity!

The black wind surged violently. Ghostly gods, a head taller than the Five Thunder Demon-Subduing Grand Deity, appeared, laughing eerily. They had greenish-black, terrifyingly ferocious faces, and their breath exhaled a chilling, gloomy aura.

Five Ghost Gods VS Five Thunder Demon-Subduing Grand Deity!

"Slay them!"

Stripping away the gentle and friendly facade, Fang Bai, his face ashen like a ghost's, let out a fierce shout, driving the Five Ghost Gods to attack the Five Thunder Demon-Subduing Grand Deity!

This Five Ghosts Bag was one of the core Magic Artifacts of the "Five Ghosts Profound Underworld True Scripture." Its initial refinement required killing fifty-five young boys and girls. With each level of improvement, the number of boys and girls to be killed doubled. One could imagine how many innocent souls of young boys and girls were accumulated inside Fang Bai's Five Ghosts Bag at the Blood-Stained Realm.

Hundreds of miles away, using just the Observing Qi Skill, Qi Xiu could see the towering resentment and malevolent energy rising from Fang Bai's body! Such heinous acts of slaughter surpassed even some of the Great Demons.

THUD THUD THUD THUD!

The ground trembled, resounding with deafening booms. The Five Ghost Gods advanced toward the Five Thunder Demon-Subduing Grand Deity. Their massive forms, over a hundred meters tall, stomped out terrifyingly deep footprints with each stride.

BOOM—

Mountainous figures clashed non-stop. Violent Qi Force swirled around, lifting broken mud and stones and scattering them violently in all directions. The Five Ghost Gods were towering and immense. Sometimes they punched, causing the air to explode. Other times, they opened their mouths and spewed black light that ripped apart the void, terrifying in its potency.

Even though the Five Thunder Demon-Subduing Grand Deity held a natural dominion over them, they were temporarily at a disadvantage. After all, one was a Magic Artifact that had been refined over hundreds of years. The other was a Rune Array conjured in haste. Being able to fight on equal footing at this moment was enough to showcase the might of the Talisman Array Tao!

Seeing that the Five Ghost Gods couldn't break through the Five Thunder Demonic Subjugation Great Formation in a short time, Fang Bai immediately began to covertly cast a spell.

With a flip of his palm, he took out a palm-sized mirror. It was blood-red, as if still oozing fresh blood, and inscribed on its back were ninety-nine sinister demonic runes.

Yinming Blood Mirror! An extremely venomous, wicked Daoist Magic Artifact. Once activated and shone upon a target, it could instantly dissolve their flesh into a pool of blood. Truly terrifying beyond compare!

But just as Fang Bai was raising the Yinming Blood Mirror toward Qi Xiu to shine on him, he saw the young Daoist also holding a Talisman Script, looking back at him.

Yinming Blood Transformation!

Sword Gourd Talisman!

In an instant, nine Suppression Talismans on Qi Xiu's body lit up simultaneously. Majestic golden light, domineering and forceful, firmly resisted the Yinming Blood Mirror in Fang Bai's hand. Its mirror surface only reflected a bright golden light, nothing else.

On the other hand, Fang Bai wasn't so fortunate.

The Sword Gourd Talisman was activated. A completely vermilion gourd, as translucent and sleek as colored glaze, abruptly appeared. The next second, the mouth of the gourd popped open with a bang.

A blazing sun suddenly rose. It emitted an extremely dazzling Sword Light capable of suppressing all evil and sweeping away all filth. All demons retreated from it, and both gods and ghosts would be incinerated by the dominating Sword Light that came crashing down.

"I..."

Heat waves engulfed him. His skin cracked and burst open. Under the extreme brilliance of the Sword Light, Fang Bai's eyes were nearly blinded; he saw nothing but pure gold.

Five Ghosts Body-Protection Incantation!

An infinite sense of peril rose in his heart. Fang Bai quickly cast spells, his blood qi surging. He spat out five clusters of deep-red shadows from his mouth. They tumbled and rolled eerily, firmly protecting him.

A cultivator of the Blood-Stained Realm was bolstered by the Immortal Blood Body. Ordinary attacks, even if fatal, were no cause for concern. The only thing to guard against were attacks targeting the soul.

And this Great Sun Purple Dawn Sword Light was cultivated by Taiyang Daoist with the intent of the "Great Sun Only Me True Scripture." It contained the terrifying Sword Dao Will: to cross the Sea of Bitterness to the Other Shore with supreme strength, understanding that all else is illusory and only power is real. It possessed an extremely terrifying killing power against the soul as well.

As the Sword Light fell!

The five blood shadows around Fang Bai exploded one after another. Their screams turned into substantial sound waves that swept all around, tearing up a layer of the ground within a hundred-meter radius. Fortunately, as the last blood shadow burst, the Great Sun Purple Dawn Sword Light was completely neutralized.

However, before Fang Bai could catch his breath, majestic and oppressive pillars of light, suppressing everything, suddenly rose from all directions!

Looking up at the giant 'Suppression' character forming in the sky, Fang Bai clenched his fists. But as his gaze fell, observing the young Daoist across from him, he saw him casting a spell with both hands, his face serious.

Countless Talisman Scripts flew out again, vaguely coalescing into an endless torrent of surging black water, clearly another new formation.

His face turning utterly grim in an instant, Fang Bai gritted out a few words:

"Are you ever going to stop?!"

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