The strong ones in the Holy Spirit Realm are the backbone and high-level figures in all the Three Thousand God Realms.

Strong men of this level have long lifespans and are in long-term cultivation. They rarely offend others and engage in fighting.

On the void battlefield.

The broken remains of stars were suspended all around, the dull surface of the meteorite was covered with gullies, and strange glow seeped out from the dark red cracks, like solidified blood.

There is no air, no sound, only endless silence.

The surface of the suspended boulder was covered with charred burn marks, and huge cuts crisscrossed and were bottomless.

Occasionally, a small meteorite would pass by and collide with the floating debris, splashing out sporadic sparks that would disappear in an instant.

Ni Tian Er Xing and the Soul-Snatching Palace Master stood opposite each other, their eyes locked on each other, sizing them up quietly.

"Heh... I'm waiting for Poji, what are you waiting for?"

Ni Tian Er Xing smiled coldly, and the Eternal Night in his hand was instantly unsheathed with a gloomy blade light.

The dark purple sky of the void battlefield suddenly cracked, and the silver hair of the man walking against the sky flew like a waterfall. The blood mist seeping out from under the mask condensed into strange red beads in the vacuum.

The green lines on his body increased threefold.

As he raised his hand, a giant sword light that pierced through the sky and earth tore through the distorted space and time, and the patterns flowing on the sword unexpectedly collided with the thousand-foot-high skull formed by the black mist in the sleeves of the Soul Capture Hall Master.

"boom--"

The fangs of the skull broke into pieces, and he walked against the will of heaven, lightly tapping the floating meteorites with his toes, and his figure flashed behind the Soul Capture Hall Master like a ghost.

The pressure from the middle stage of the Holy Spirit Realm turned into a tangible blood-red storm, and every stream of air carried the power to split mountains and crack rocks.

He spun his scimitar lightly, and seven overlapping blade beams coiled around him like a chain, forcing the Soul Capture Hall Master to hastily cast out his magic shield.

"This is impossible!" The Soul Capture Hall Master's pupils suddenly shrank.

The magic patterns on the surface of the shield were like thin paper under the blade and were easily torn open.

The attacks that went against the will of heaven were endless, the sword lights turned into blood shadows in the sky, and each blow landed accurately on the weak point of the shield.

Those seemingly random swings actually contained exquisite martial arts trajectories, which actually forced the Soul Capture Hall Master to retreat again and again, crushing dozens of suspended meteorites.

After being forced back several thousand meters, the distance between the two gradually widened.

The Soul-Catching Hall Master, who had a chance to catch his breath, quickly moved his hands to form seals in front of his chest, and whispered, "Soul-Catching Spell."

An ancient spell came out of his mouth and, as if it was being pulled, it turned into a dark pattern and flowed in front of him.

"boom---"

Then, they condensed into the shape of white bones and skulls and wrapped around him, protecting themselves from the external sword light.

With the help of the Soul-stealing Spell, he even went against the will of heaven and confronted the enemy head-on.

The two kept switching between the meteorites, and for a while, the fight was inseparable.

After two quarters of an hour, the two had already exchanged tens of thousands of moves.

Dark purple electric arcs raged wildly where the two were fighting. Ni Tian Erxing suddenly roared, and his aura surged again.

The shadow of an ancient ferocious beast appeared on his scimitar, and the sounds of dragons’ roars and tigers’ howls could be heard faintly in the bloody blade light.

"Breaking the Extreme: Dark Night Fierce Light Slash!"

Following this roar, a giant blood wheel tore through the void. Wherever it passed, the space collapsed like a broken mirror.

"Ahem... Ning..."

The Soul Capture Hall Master looked pale, and tried his best to condense a huge black mist shield.

However, the power of this sword was far beyond imagination. The giant shield exploded at the moment of contact. The aftermath knocked him back dozens of miles and shattered the meteorite belt into pieces.

He struggled to steady himself, black blood oozing from the corners of his mouth, and the demonic energy around him became chaotic.

Ni Tian Er Xing did not stop there. He stepped on the broken meteorites and pressed forward step by step. The blood-colored lines outlined a mysterious formation diagram in the void.

"Today, I will let you know what breaking the limit means!"

His voice came from the underworld, his scimitar pointed straight at the sky, and the power of the entire void battlefield began to converge towards him.

The Soul-Catching Hall Master looked at the devil-like figure, and fear surged in his heart for the first time...