Countless evil spirits swept in madly, crashing against the Buddha wall with much greater force than before. Soon, cracks appeared on the Buddha wall, which then spread and covered the entire wall.

Xiaoyao frowned and could only turn his gaze to the talisman the little guy had given him.

As Ying Liu's power awakened, the evil spirits he attracted grew stronger. Under these circumstances, even though Xiaoyao tried his best to stop them, he could not hold out for long.

"Ding Ling!"

As the Buddhist wall shattered, countless evil spirits roared down, rushing towards Xiaoyao and the little guy.

Xiaoyao's gaze darkened, and he threw a talisman into the air. Instantly, the supreme Dao essence spread out, like seawater falling from the sky, instantly dispelling the myriad evil spirits.

At the same time, a surge of power spread out from the underworld, creating a strong wind at the entrance.

The sheer power fluctuations alone caused the surrounding void to tremble and made the carefree monk's robes flutter.

Under the influence of that power, the entrance to the underworld began to contract violently.

The little guy frowned, and the light around him intensified. The divine power surging towards the gate of the underworld gradually increased, which finally suppressed the gate of the underworld.

Seeing this, Xiaoyao's expression shifted slightly. "The power of the Underworld has increased. What's going on?"

The little guy's eyes were calm. "It seems he has awakened something extraordinary."

Xiaoyao frowned, looking quite worried. "Isn't the Sixth Young Master in a very dangerous situation?"

He could feel the sheer power of that force, which was definitely beyond his imagination.

If the power of the aftershocks alone is so strong, it's unimaginable how strong the original body must be.

The little guy's eyes narrowed slightly. "I can only trust Sixth Brother."

He also knew exactly how difficult it would be for Ying Liu, a mere mortal, to face that power alone.

Seeing the beads of sweat on the little guy's forehead, Xiaoyao was quite worried, "Young Master must be reaching his limit too, right? Can he hold on?"

He could sense the power of the underworld increasing, and naturally understood how heavy the burden this increased power brought to Ying Ziyu.

No matter how powerful the little guy is, he's still just a toddler under two years old. Facing such a colossal entity as the entire underworld makes him very worried.

Ying Ziyu replied, "You should worry about yourself."

As soon as the words fell, mournful howls echoed from the sky, countless evil spirits swept in, black mist covered the sky, and a sinister aura enveloped the entire heavens.

Xiaoyao's gaze darkened. "The attraction of this Yin-type body to evil spirits is truly limitless!"

After speaking, he turned the prayer beads in his hand and began to chant scriptures continuously. Endless Buddhist intent surged into the sky and began to fight against the evil spirits that filled the sky.

On the steps, the black-armored spirit slashed again, and a gash immediately appeared in Ying Liu's chest, from which blood gushed out.

He frowned, but instead of retreating, he threw a punch at the black-armored spirit.

He has now awakened a portion of Yin energy, and Yin energy surges on his fist. His forceful power stirs up a gale that slams into the face of the black-armored Yin spirit.

The black-armored spirit didn't react at all when the punch landed, as if the attack was just a tickle and couldn't hurt him in the slightest.

With a single wave of his hand, the black-armored spirit slashed upwards with his broadsword, cutting open another gash in Ying Liu's chest. As blood splattered into the air, his entire body plummeted backward, crashing down several steps.

The yin energy floated around him, looking at him covered in blood with a mocking gaze, "You're much stronger than I imagined!"

Bound by the power of the underworld, Ying Liu's body was subjected to immense restrictions, making even ordinary movements extremely difficult, let alone attacks.

But even under these circumstances, he managed to move with his strong willpower, managing to swing his fist at the black-armored spirit.

Even if it can't harm it in the slightest.

Ying Liu ignored him, snorted coldly, and suddenly rushed up the steps, his fist flying out to smash into the black-armored Yin spirit.

Faced with this fierce punch, the black-armored spirit seemed completely unconcerned, remaining motionless and standing there quietly.

"Bang!"

A punch landed squarely on the face of the black-armored spirit, and the yin energy immediately dissipated. The black-armored spirit stood still, without any reaction.

This punch never managed to cause him any harm.

"Ants!"

The black-armored spirit snorted coldly, and with a sweeping arc of his broadsword, he slashed fiercely at Ying Liu's chest, causing him to tumble down the steps, his crimson blood dripping into the air.

Seeing his appearance, the Yin Qi shook its head with disgust, "Useless, truly useless!"

The next instant, Ying Liu climbed up the steps, his gaze fixed firmly on the black-armored Yin Spirit, showing no sign of falling.

The yin energy scrutinized him, noticing the blood continuously flowing from his wounds. "So many wounds, it must hurt a lot, right?"

Ying Liu's eyes flashed with a strange light, "I must get the Myriad Soul Flute!"

Yin Qi shook its head slightly, "That's not something you can do with your current strength. To avoid suffering less, I think you'd better lie down voluntarily."

As soon as he finished speaking, Yin Qi paused slightly.

Ying Liu's figure swept past him, heading straight for the black-armored spirit. His fist roared up and smashed fiercely towards the black-armored spirit.

Yin Qi shook his head repeatedly, "What a stubborn and foolish fellow!"

"Bang!"

The next instant, as expected, Ying Liu rolled down, and another cut appeared on his body.

The aura of yin energy scrutinized him, "What is the point of what you're doing?"

In his view, Ying Liu's actions were completely futile, like an ant fantasizing about killing an elephant.

Even if they get up again and again, even if they charge again and again, attacking the elephant with insignificant strength, in the face of such an insurmountable power gap, it is ultimately the tiny ant that gets hurt.

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