With the two masters attacking together, the drought demon seemed to be gradually losing ground. Ji Xiaoxiao watched the situation from the sidelines. This drought demon was no ordinary creature. Unless Daoist Jingyun and the others fought to the death, they would surely become the victims of the drought demon's fists.

The drought demon was engulfed in flames, and all the yellow talismans were reduced to ashes. It raised its head and roared, a deafening roar that forced Master Huai Kong to vomit blood.

The drought demon emerged from the large pit, and wherever it passed, the land became parched and barren, and the drought spread rapidly. The dilapidated Liuyun Courtyard was crumbling, with countless cracks appearing, and it collapsed with a crash when the wind blew gently.

"The drought is raging and the earth is cracking and wailing. Daoist Huaikong, you must stop it quickly." Daoist Jingyun said, "I will first contact the seniors of the Litian Dao Palace and ask them to come and help. This demon is incredibly powerful and far beyond our ability to deal with."

Master Huai Kong had no doubts; the closest righteous sect to this place was the Li Tian Dao Palace.

Master Huai Kong took out a golden bowl, which was a demon-suppressing bowl, specifically used to collect suppressing medicines.

"Drink!" Master Huaikong tossed the bowl into the air, and a dazzling golden light shot out from its mouth, enveloping the drought demon. The drought demon could not move an inch, and punched the golden light barrier again and again. Master Huaikong sat down cross-legged and chanted scriptures, uttering profound incantations.

Ji Xiaoxiao took in everything. Master Huaikong had temporarily suppressed the drought demon, but he was far from at ease. The blood spilling from the corner of his mouth was increasing and becoming more and more urgent.

"Come forth, ten thousand skeletons." Ji Xiaoxiao summoned the ten thousand skeletons in the underground palace. "Old bald monk, unleash the golden light and let them hold the line."

Skeletons poured out of the narrow exit of the underground palace, relentlessly battling the drought demon. The skeletons, though powerful, could move due to the malevolent energy seeping into their marrow. A single punch from the drought demon shattered seven or eight skeletons. As the saying goes, many ants can kill an elephant; the skeletons, with their numerical advantage, managed to entangle the drought demon.

"This humble monk is grateful for your help." Master Huaikong's face was ashen; he had exhausted himself greatly, and it even jeopardized his future cultivation advancement.

Ji Xiaoxiao accepted Master Huaikong's thanks without changing her expression, then turned her gaze to Daoist Jingyun.

"When will he get better?" Ji Xiaoxiao asked.

"This humble monk does not know."

Master Huai Kong hurriedly recovered his strength. Although Daoist Jingyun asked the seniors of Litian Dao Palace for help, no one knew when they would arrive.

Ji Xiaoxiao controlled the skeletons in battle on the spot, as the sun set and the moon rose above the willow branches.

In the stillness of the night, when the yin energy is at its strongest, the power of ghosts increases dramatically.

Inside the Flowing Cloud Courtyard, the duel between the drought demon and the skeleton continued in full swing. The drought demon blasted the skeleton to pieces, but the skeleton pieced itself back together with malevolent energy, its power undiminished.

"It's been an hour, when will he be ready?" Ji Xiaoxiao was extremely anxious. The drought demon was getting impatient with the thousands of skeletons. Ji Xiaoxiao had no doubt that in another hour or two, the drought demon would lose its temper and fly into a rage, and the thousands of skeletons would surely be burned to ashes in the raging fire.

Just then, Master Jingyun opened his eyes.

"I have contacted my master, and they will be arriving in half an hour," Master Jingyun said, bringing smiles to everyone's faces like rain after a long drought.

The two humans and the ghost worked together to suppress the drought demon.

The Nie family lived a hundred miles away.

Nie Zhen held a mirror in her hand, constantly observing the movements inside Liuyun Courtyard.

"Isn't it said that the drought demon is incredibly powerful? How come it was so easily suppressed by two people and one ghost?" Nie Zhen put down the mirror. Three men were kneeling at his feet. The three men had ferocious and terrifying faces. Judging from their wounds, they should have been burned by fire.

One of the three men said, "Master, the drought demon has not yet used its true power."

Why?

"It's like a cat catching a mouse. Before killing the mouse, the cat likes to tease it a bit," the terrifying man said.

Nie Zhen lowered his eyes in deep thought, "To avoid any unforeseen complications, I ordered the drought demon to kill them immediately."

Master Jingyun had been motionless, muttering incantations, presumably using a secret technique to notify those from the Heavenly Dao Palace. Nie Zhen clenched his fists, determined to kill Master Jingyun and the others immediately, then destroy the evidence and prevent the truth about their ancestor from being revealed to the world.

The terrifying man said with difficulty, "The drought demon is too terrifying; we cannot control it."

"Can't control it?" Nie Zhen's eyes were blank; his mind was temporarily overwhelmed by the sheer volume of thoughts. After a pause, he smashed his teacup and threw down his chair. "If I can't control a drought demon, what use are you all to me?"

The three men kowtowed repeatedly, admitting their mistakes. Blood flowed from their broken foreheads, and the blood mixed with dirt and dust made them look even more disgusting.

"I'll spare you, I... ah..."

A gust of wind blew in, and Nie Zhen's back slammed hard against a large pillar.

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