Inside the fifth basement level of the Sabre Building.
The Yin-Yang Master Ancestor's eyes were filled with madness as he charged towards Ye Feng like a madman.
"The Great Illusionary Technique!"
His hand seals kept changing, and his figure instantly split into thousands upon thousands, appearing and disappearing in a blur, making it difficult to distinguish the real from the fake, and surrounding Ye Feng like a phantom.
Numerous subordinates attacked from all directions, their cold blades flashing like lightning as they slashed across the sky.
The entire five-story basement seemed unable to withstand the terrifying shockwave of the battle, teetering on the brink of collapse, with cracks appearing in the overhead floorboards and boulders constantly falling.
"A bunch of ants, do you really think you can stop me?"
Ye Feng's gaze was icy as he swung his iron hammer, smashing several charging men into a bloody mist.
Then, he snorted coldly and casually produced a black iron block.
The iron block was only the size of a fist at first, but it quickly expanded into a small mountain. Its surface was engraved with Daoist patterns and shone with a dark light, making it look very mysterious.
This is the Black Mountain Demon that was subdued before. After it was refined into a magical artifact, he carried it with him.
When unleashed in battle, it suppresses all directions and possesses immense power.
Ye Feng was too lazy to distinguish which of the many incarnations of the Yin-Yang Master Ancestor was real and which were fake.
"Suppress!"
Rumble—
The Black Mountain Demon descended from the sky, its demonic aura billowing.
The Onmyoji Ancestor had hundreds of clones, all of which were suppressed, demonstrating his ruthless and iron-fisted methods.
Along with his men, they were smashed into mincemeat on the spot.
The whole process took only a few seconds.
The patriarch of the Nine Chrysanthemums sect, a sorcerer, had already led his men to the front of the Hell Furnace.
In his hand, a huge military knife, over ten meters long, had appeared out of nowhere.
The blade was gleaming, radiating a cold light.
A skull is also inlaid on the hilt of the knife, looking ferocious and terrifying.
"cut!"
The opponent slashed at the Hell Furnace with a single strike, and chrysanthemums fluttered down from the sky, landing on the ground. The hard cement floor was burned with large holes, emitting hissing white smoke.
The massive hell furnace, also riddled with corrosion, began to hum and tremble.
"Unleash the blood sacrifice!"
A ruthless glint flashed in the eyes of the Nine Chrysanthemums Sect's patriarch, who resolutely charged into the seal crack.
He knew perfectly well that he was incapable of breaking through this hellish furnace on his own.
The crunching sound of chewing filled the air, and the screams quickly subsided.
Whoosh!
Whoosh!
Whoosh!
The remaining sorcerers of the Nine Chrysanthemums faction also rushed into the crevice without hesitation.
Rather than die at Ye Feng's hands, it would be better to follow the ancestor, awaken the sleeping demons, and avenge them.
After continuously devouring numerous evil cultivators, the seal was finally broken.
boom--
A strange beam of red light shot into the sky.
Within the crimson light, a powerful figure emerged, stirring up gusts of demonic wind and unleashing a terrifying pressure that swept across the surroundings.
"Hehehe..."
A chilling, sinister laugh echoed continuously between heaven and earth.
Outside.
Three figures also quickly approached the Sabre Building.
They were Xiahou Ba, the butcher, whose disheveled hair covered half of his face, and a hideous scar ran down his forehead. He held a long knife in his hand.
Upon hearing the demon's sinister laugh, Xiahou Ba's body suddenly stiffened, a look of bewilderment flashing in his eyes, as if he had heard some ancient call.
"Hey, what's wrong, pig butcher?"
Beside him, Fatty Situ asked in confusion.
Lan Yu also stopped and turned her head slightly to look at Xiahou Ba.
Her figure was graceful and slender, with a wide, dark blue Hanfu skirt.
Fluttering in the wind like a blue butterfly dancing among the flowers, her clear, beautiful eyes are full of life.
"Hehehehe..."
Xiahou Ba let out a sinister laugh, his body trembling violently, his face contorted in agony, and his mind in turmoil.
"...You...run away...hehehehe...I'm about to lose control of it..."
Black, malevolent flames began to burn on his body, his eyes were filled with madness and bloodlust, and his last shred of reason was quickly devoured.
"Hehehehe..."
Before he could even start to lash out, there was a loud thud, and Lan Yu knocked him unconscious with a punch.
Those delicate, fair little fists were brimming with terrifying explosive power; they could shatter a small hill.
Don't forget, she possesses an immortal divine body.
His body is practically indestructible.
Even a martial arts master like the Emperor can't kill her now.
Lan Yu knocked him unconscious with a punch, tied him up with a rope, and temporarily placed him in a nearby shop.
"A terrifying demon god lurks within Xiahou Ba's body, which he used to be able to control with ease."
The current outburst, contrary to expectations, is highly likely related to the demonic energy emanating from the Sabre Building.
"We rushed in to help Xiaofeng."
Whoosh!
Lan Yu stomped her foot on the ground, turning into a blur as she shot towards the Saber Building.
Her hair danced wildly, and her skirt billowed in the strong wind.
"Wait for me."
Fatty Situ strode ahead to catch up.
Unfortunately, he was too fat and couldn't keep up with Lan Yu at all. His fat jiggled all over, and he was panting heavily.
When they could no longer catch up, they simply took off the pure gold abacus hanging around their neck and threw it into the air. Instantly, it expanded to the size of a parasol, carrying Fatty Situ away and transforming into a golden light.
"Haha, Fatty's here—"
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