As the sound resounded through the sky, four different colored finger shadows slowly emerged from the void.

On the purple glow of the fingertips, countless stars twinkled, flowing with a mysterious and vast light.

Emerald Flame Finger Shadow appeared, and blazing flames erupted from it, radiating a scorching and violent aura.

Within the silvery finger shadows, countless silver spiritual imprints flickered, radiating a mysterious glow.

Within the azure finger shadow, a bone-chilling cold emanated, instantly enveloping the entire space. Everything around was frozen by this extreme cold power, causing it to quickly solidify into a thick layer of ice.

The four finger shadows, each carrying its own terrifying power, attacked Ling Hao swiftly from different directions. In an instant, the wind and clouds in the world changed color, the sun and moon lost their light, and the entire ruins were rendered in four different hues.

Upon seeing this, Ling Hao's eyes revealed an extreme sense of disbelief and fear.

But before his emotions could spread, the four finger shadows in the void suddenly descended. In an instant, the space was distorted beyond recognition by these four finger shadows, the air was violently compressed, and a muffled explosion was heard.

Seeing this, Ling Hao could no longer hesitate. Gritting his teeth, ignoring his near-exhaustion, he forced himself to use his last bit of strength to point his four fingers down in mid-air once more.

Suddenly, four more beams of holy light fell from the sky.

In the blink of an eye, the four beams of holy light had already intersected with the four finger shadows.

In an instant, the entire ruins were filled with this powerful force, flashing with light and accompanied by deafening roars. The energy storm raged, instantly dispersing the clouds in the sky and leaving only a chaotic flow of energy.

In the midst of this fierce confrontation, a piercing cracking sound rang out. The four beams of holy light, like fragile glass, were crushed by the four finger shadows and were annihilated into countless tiny points of light, dissipating into the air.

Even after crushing the holy light, the four finger shadows remained undiminished in their power, continuing to descend straight towards Ling Hao with their awe-inspiring force.

Once locked on, Ling Hao felt an overwhelming pressure coming from all directions, as if the whole world was squeezing him in at that moment.

His body trembled uncontrollably under the pressure, every inch of his skin screaming for death.

"No! This is impossible!" At this moment, Ling Hao was no longer as composed and arrogant as before, and he couldn't help but roar hysterically.

His face was contorted with extreme resentment, and the veins on his forehead bulged like writhing earthworms.

"How could I possibly lose to a brat like you!"

A sharp, piercing sound echoed through the chaotic space, "Defeated by a mere Divine Realm cultivator..."

Before he could finish speaking, his voice trailed off under the threat of death. In this critical moment of life and death, a thought flashed through his mind, and no matter how unwilling he was, he could only harden his heart and accept the inevitable.

In a flash, he gritted his teeth, his aura leaking wildly as he forcibly extracted the Golden Dao Seed from his body.

"ah!"

With a piercing scream, a golden ball of light was forcibly ripped from his chest. It then twisted and deformed in his hand, eventually transforming into a short sword radiating golden light.

"The hatred for the severed path is irreconcilable! Today, I will make sure you die without a burial place!" A hint of madness appeared in Ling Hao's eyes. Ignoring the excruciating pain in his body, he hurled the golden short sword with all his might toward the center of the four finger shadows.

The golden dagger, like a falling golden meteor, carrying a strong aura of sharpness, flew swiftly towards the center of the four finger shadows. At the instant it approached the shadows, the golden light on the dagger suddenly burst forth, its brilliance dazzling.

A sharp aura emanated from the golden short sword, rapidly spreading out in a ring. Wherever this aura touched, the space seemed to be sliced ​​by a sharp blade, leaving deep cracks.

When this aura swept across those four finger shadows, there was no earth-shattering force, but rather a strange, subtle influence, like a gentle rain nourishing the earth.

As the golden dagger vanished, the falling finger shadows also turned to dust, scattering in the wind. The space, which had just been filled with immense power, suddenly fell silent, leaving only a deathly stillness.

Unfortunately, the silence lasted only a moment before it was broken again after the deadly threat was blocked.

Four orbs of light of different colors slowly emerged from Ling Hao's body. These four orbs, like four agile divine dragons, coiled and danced around Ling Hao's body.

Surrounded by the four beams of light, he slowly rose into the sky. As he ascended, his aura surged like a turbulent tide.

That aura was so powerful and majestic that it made the heavens and earth pale in comparison.

Qin Luo, standing not far away, felt a chill run down his spine upon sensing this overwhelmingly powerful aura. A trace of solemnity flashed in his eyes; this feeling vaguely reminded him of the oppressive sensation he had felt when facing a sage. It was a tremor from the depths of his soul, a sense of awe towards a different level.

But the next moment, the seriousness in his eyes turned into a hint of surprise, and then his tense muscles relaxed, and he chuckled:

"Hehe, a breakthrough on the spot? That really saved me a lot of trouble. I was originally planning how to go through the trouble of luring you out, but I didn't expect you to be so eager to become a target."

At this moment, Ling Hao, who was breaking through high in the sky, was radiating an increasingly powerful aura, as if he were about to break free from some kind of constraint. However, as this aura reached its peak, the unease in his heart grew wildly like weeds. An inexplicable fear gripped his heart tightly, causing him to subconsciously look towards the source of that unease.

In the distance, a pretty woman in red looked up at him. Her bright red dress stood out starkly in the somewhat desolate and lifeless space.

Those clear, bright eyes held a touch of liveliness, yet also revealed a hint of melancholy. At first glance, one was drawn in by their liveliness, yet also felt pity for them because of their melancholy.

Seeing Ling Hao soaring into the sky, Dongfang Jinyao, who had been waiting for a long time, muttered with some dissatisfaction:

"Hmph! Let me show you what I'm capable of, and see if you'll still complain about me holding you back afterwards..."

As she spoke, Dongfang Jinyao gently placed her hand on the silver talisman among the five talismans in front of her.

With a single finger, the silver-glowing talisman suddenly burst into a blinding light, the light like a sharp sword, instantly piercing through the somewhat oppressive silence of the space.

The runes on the talisman flickered and danced, and in the blink of an eye, the scene in the sky changed dramatically.

Countless dark clouds rapidly converged from all directions, piling up layer upon layer until they completely obscured the sky. Within the clouds, lightning flashed, like countless silver snakes writhing wildly.

Rumble!

A deafening thunderclap resounded throughout the heavens and earth, and the entire ruins trembled at the sound.

Immediately afterwards, countless bolts of lightning as thick as buckets crashed down from the clouds, like giant pillars of heaven, landing on the area where Ling Hao was located with a destructive force.