Immediately afterwards, the mysterious old man began to mutter something. As his low, obscure incantation rang out, a towering, imaginary mountain slowly emerged behind him. This mountain emanated a terrifying pressure, as if it had truly descended from the sky, ready to crush everything in the world.

It was clear that the mysterious old man's goal was clear: to capture Jiang Feng in one fell swoop and end this fierce battle as quickly as possible. At this moment, Jiang Feng felt the pressure on him as heavy as a mountain, almost suffocating him. However, even so, he still gritted his teeth and desperately circulated his spiritual energy, struggling to hold on.

Just as the phantom mountain was about to crush them, a dazzling purple light suddenly streaked across the sky. This purple light was incredibly fast, striking the phantom mountain like lightning. With a resounding boom, the seemingly indestructible mountain crumbled under the impact of the purple light, disintegrating into countless fragments that vanished into thin air.

Everyone looked closely and saw that it was Bai Qingcang who had come to Jiang Feng's aid in time. He was holding the Eight Desolate Divine Spear, which shone with cold light, and stood majestically before Jiang Feng, like a god of war descending to the mortal world, emitting endless majesty and domineering power.

Bai Qingcang looked at Wang Fan and shouted, "Brother Wang, leave this old guy to me. Please help me break the deadlock."

Wang Fan naturally understood what he meant. Now that both sides were equally powerful, if Bai Qingcang could hold the old man back, and Wang Fan joined the other battles, the situation might change. Without hesitation, Wang Fan charged towards Jiang Linyun, who was in the middle stage of the Great Accomplishment Realm!

At this moment, the spiritual energy in Bai Qingcang's body suddenly erupted like a surging wave, gushing out from his body continuously. He tightly grasped the magic spear in his hand, and the magic spear seemed to merge with him, emitting bursts of deafening tiger roars that resounded through the sky.

Bai Qingcang stared intently at the mysterious old man before him, his face devoid of any fear, a cold smile instead. He shouted, "Old man, I don't care where you come from. You dared to challenge me today. This is a record of your crimes! No matter where you hide, even if you use up all your strength, I will kill you with my spear and avenge this shame!"

However, facing Bai Qingcang's harsh words, the old man remained remarkably calm. He smiled faintly and said slowly, "Bai Qingcang, Bai Qingcang, I see that your years of cultivation are truly remarkable. If you and your Qingyun Sect quickly withdraw and stop entangled in this, I can promise you that from now on, I will never cause trouble for your Qingyun Sect again, and I will ensure the safety of your entire sect."

However, Bai Qingcang remained unmoved. He didn't even bother to offer a single response to the old man's suggestion. Then, with a furious roar, Bai Qingcang appeared before the old man like lightning. Simultaneously, the divine spear in his hand transformed into countless fierce spear shadows, sweeping towards the old man in an overwhelming manner. Each shot contained devastating power, piercing the air with a sharp sound that seemed to tear the entire space apart.

Instantly, the surrounding air seemed to be stirred by this terrifying aura, trembling violently. The shadows of the guns were as dense as a torrential rain, leaving no escape or direction.

The old man dared not be careless. He held a long sword in his hand. As soon as it was unsheathed, a chilling chill seemed to spread through the air. The blade, long and narrow, gleamed with a cold blue light, as if condensed with the sharp edges of thousands of icy spires. Faint blood-red lines etched the blade, like the traces of having drunk the blood of a once vengeful enemy, emanating a faint scent of blood and murder. The blade's back was engraved with ancient yet complex runes. As the runes swirled, the sound of ghosts weeping emanated, as if telling the tragic elegy of past conquests.

Someone exclaimed: "It's actually a magic weapon!"

The spears and swords collided, unleashing a blinding burst of light and a massive wave of energy. This energy spread outward in a circular pattern, plowing deep furrows into the ground wherever it passed, and causing nearby buildings to crumble like fragile building blocks.

Bai Qingcang and the mysterious old man were both thrown backward by the recoil. But they both quickly regained their composure and charged at each other again. Bai Qingcang spun his spear in mid-air, pointing the tip at the old man. With a loud shout, he launched several beams of spiritual energy.

The old man was not willing to be outdone. He swung his long sword horizontally and vertically, dissolving the incoming spear beams one by one. At the same time, he rushed forward and arrived in front of Bai Qingcang in the blink of an eye, stabbing his throat with the long sword.

Bai Qingcang dodged sideways and swept the spear towards the old man's waist. The old man pulled in his abdomen and leaped back. As soon as his feet landed on the ground, he swung the knife with both hands, and a crescent-shaped knife energy slashed towards Bai Qingcang.

Bai Qingcang thrust his spear into the ground, quickly forming seals with his hands, and a wall of earth rose from the ground. The sword energy slashed at the wall, shattering it instantly, but also neutralizing the power of the sword energy.

At this time, Wang Fan and Jiang Linyun were fighting fiercely in the distance, and the outcome was difficult to determine. The entire battlefield was in chaos, and no one could predict the final outcome.

Suddenly, the old man grasped the long sword, veins popped on his arm, and with a powerful swing, the long sword cut through the air, creating a black crack in space. The crack was like the mouth of a ferocious beast, swallowing Bai Qingcang. Bai Qingcang's eyes focused, his steps changed, and his figure flashed like a ghost, avoiding the fierce attack. But wherever the black crack passed, everything was ruthlessly torn apart, and a bottomless ravine appeared on the ground. Bai Qingcang was secretly shocked by the power of the sword, but he did not retreat. The Eight Desolate Divine Spear in his hand once again shot out a strong spiritual light and attacked the old man holding the long sword again.

When the two attacks collided again, Bai Qingcang suddenly disappeared. The old man suddenly shouted: "Not good"

Then Bai Qingcang's figure appeared behind Jiang Linyun, and the gun shadows condensed into reality, stabbing towards Jiang Linyun with infinite pressure.

Jiang Linyun had never expected such a sudden change. He felt the terror of the attack and was about to teleport away. But a miraculous scene appeared. He heard a voice in the air: "Hold it for me!!!"

Jiang Linyun stood motionless, his body stiff in mid-air. Then, spear shadows descended, and Jiang Linyun was blasted to pieces in mid-air before the mighty ones. Not even his Nascent Soul had a chance to escape!!!