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As the battle between the mortal realm and the Nine Netherworlds erupted within the Five Directions Formation, everyone outside the formation watched closely.

The powerful figures of the Nine Netherworlds looked languid and playful, their eyes filled with indifference. The fighting and slaughter, the life and death struggles within the formation, were nothing more than a gambling game for others to enjoy.

In contrast, the powerful figures in the human world all had solemn expressions, heavy hearts, and could not hide their worries.

Since the Nine Gates Auction resumed, after each auction, the life-or-death battle within the Five Directions Formation has seen very few human cultivators survive to the end and become the sole survivor.

There is no other reason than that, in the ways of killing and fighting for survival, the human race is inherently inferior to the Nine Netherworld races, who are naturally ferocious and whose instinct is to slaughter.

This time, due to the involvement of two powerful beings at the King Realm of the Nine Netherworlds—Lady of the Other Shore Flower and Ghost King Su Mingyue—many direct descendants of human forces were forcibly forced into the Five Directions Formation.

Those in charge of various matters watched as their juniors, whom they had painstakingly nurtured within the formation, were trapped in a desperate situation, struggling to survive in the battle. A slight misstep could lead to their death and dissipation of their souls. All of them were filled with pain and helplessness.

Within the great formation, disciples from several of the top human forces stepped forward, taking the initiative to assume the responsibility of overall coordination, and quickly and efficiently directing everyone amidst the chaos of battle.

They arranged formations, divided tasks, and directed all the trapped human cultivators to join forces in forming a defense, doing their utmost to resist the frenzied attacks of the creatures from the Nine Netherworlds.

These actions undoubtedly bought some time for the human cultivators, preventing them from being completely crushed by the Nine Netherworlds as soon as the war began.

However, with the arrival of powerful figures from the Nine Netherworlds, such as Guiche, the human cultivators were completely put on the defensive.

Among them, the ghost train is the most troublesome.

The Ghost Chariot is a ferocious bird from the Nine Netherworlds. Its movements are as swift as the wind, and it hovers high in the sky, making it difficult for human cultivators to attack it.

In addition, the Ghost Chariot is skilled in soul attacks, and each dive attack and sonic wave strike will knock down a group of human cultivators.

The cultivators outside the formation could hardly bear to watch the horrific scene of the ghost chariot rampaging and slaughtering its own kind. Many lowered their eyes in grief and closed them in sorrow.

Human cultivators trapped within the great formation, facing life and death directly, have a deeper understanding of the terror and danger of the Ghost Chariot.

"Help me, everyone, to defeat the Ghost Chariot!"

A hoarse roar, like the howl of a wild beast, exploded among the human cultivators.

The one who roared was Zhu Yunche from the Zhu family, a family that protects the Dao.

At this moment, he was covered in blood and had countless wounds, but he seemed to feel no pain. He just stared intently at the nine-headed demon body of Guiche, which was like a moving meat grinder, his eyes filled with boundless hatred and a determination to die.

"Since we're all going to die anyway, if I can kill this beast that's been devouring my fellow humans before I die, then my life won't have been in vain!"

These words immediately ignited the fighting spirit and morale of the surrounding human cultivators.

"Yes! Rather than being swallowed up in a cowardly manner, we might as well drag the ghost cart down to hell with us!"

"Form the Spirit Array! Lend the Ghost Chariot over!"

In the blink of an eye, dozens of human cultivators, like moths to a flame, rapidly converged on Zhu Yunche's location.

They exchanged a glance and then tacitly formed a defensive array.

The moment the array's light screen rose, all nine heads of the ghost car turned towards Zhu Yunche and his group, a hint of contempt and greed flashing in their eyes.

In its view, these monks were merely struggling in their death throes.

After letting out a disdainful roar, the nine heads of the ghost car emerged simultaneously, charging towards the defensive formation maintained by dozens of people with an aura of annihilation.

The array shook violently under the pressure of the ghost chariot, its surface shimmering with spiritual light, as if it would shatter at any moment.

The cultivators in the formation were as pale as paper, but they gritted their teeth and continuously drew out their spiritual energy, which was then channeled through the formation and gathered into Zhu Yunche's body, who stood at the center of the formation.

With the infusion of spiritual power, Zhu Yunche's aura rose steadily, from the early stage of the Spirit Platform Realm to the middle and late stages, and finally stopped at the peak of the Spirit Platform Realm.

Zhu Yunche's body was under tremendous pressure, and fine beads of blood seeped from his skin, but he kept his teeth clenched and his eyes were like knives.

The others also had unwavering eyes, all determined to fight to the death.

Just as the nine hideous heads of the ghost carriage were about to reach the top of the defensive array, opening their blood-red maws to devour the souls of everyone inside,
"Whoosh~"

Zhu Yunche suddenly broke out of the formation, holding a ten-thousand-year-old peach wood sword. He poured all the spiritual power gathered in his body into the sword and slashed out with the strongest sword of his life towards the head closest to Guiche.

This sword strike tore through the foul aura within the great formation, carrying an unstoppable momentum as it slashed fiercely at Guiche's neck.

"Pfft!"

With a flash of sword light, a hideous head, dripping with scalding black blood, was severed cleanly and fell heavily to the ground, creating a deep crater.

"Ow~"

The ghost car let out a shrill scream.

The sound waves swept through the surroundings like a whirlwind, directly blasting away Zhu Yunche, who was about to unleash a second sword strike, as well as the others who were struggling to form a battle formation.

Guiche went completely berserk when one of his heads was severed by a group of ant-like humans!
"court death!"

The remaining eight heads of the ghost carriage simultaneously turned towards Zhu Yunche, their eyes gleaming with ferocity and filled with world-destroying hatred, as they frantically attacked this ant that dared to cut off its head.

"Yun Che!"

On the city wall of Duimen Pass, the elders of the Zhu family were furious, and the eyes of the other members of the Zhu family were also filled with tears.

They all had a premonition that Zhu Yunche was doomed!

The other human cultivators also sighed.

The ghost's sharp jaws, like the scythe of death, swept towards Zhu Yunche with a foul stench.

Faced with the rampaging ghost car, Zhu Yunche was powerless to resist and could only watch helplessly as the giant mouth full of fangs rapidly enlarged in his field of vision.

Between those sharp, white teeth, it seemed as if the horrific scene of him being chewed up and swallowed was already being foreshadowed.

However, just as those massive jaws, capable of crushing metal, were about to close, and the scythe of death was about to reap his life at the last moment.
"Whoosh~"

A white soul whip pierced through the air and wrapped around Zhu Yunche's waist with perfect precision.

"Whoosh!"

The Soul Whip suddenly contracted, and a gentle yet powerful force pulled Zhu Yunche out of the Ghost Chariot's mouth, narrowly avoiding the sharp teeth that could tear a soul apart.

Hua Changxi's figure appeared in mid-air like a ghost. With a flick of her right hand, she flung Zhu Yunche to a relatively safe area behind her.

"Whoosh~"

Hua Changxi stretched out her right hand, and the peach wood sword that Zhu Yunche had dropped on the ground was immediately drawn into her hand.

The next moment, a crackling sound rang out.

Purple lightning and fire danced and leaped across the sword like living things, instantly covering the entire peach wood sword.

In an instant, a terrifying aura of extreme yang and strength, specifically designed to suppress yin and evil, suddenly erupted from Hua Changxi's center.

The ghost carriage was enraged by Hua Changxi's sudden appearance, its eight heads raised as if to devour someone.

But the moment that aura of thunder and fire rushed towards them, all eight heads froze simultaneously, their movements stiffening in mid-air.

A chill originating from the depths of his soul instantly swept over Guiche's entire body.

Not only Guiche, but also Cangming, who had just broken out of the Soul Domain, and the other beings from the Nine Netherworlds present, all showed expressions of horror.

Thunder and Fire!!!

In the Nine Netherworlds, there are several types of flames that the beings there abhor, among which is thunderfire.

The restraint of thunder and fire on the beings of the Nine Netherworlds is too severe. Unless they break through to a higher realm, the beings of the Nine Netherworlds would not even want to mention it.

Now, thunder and fire have appeared within the Five Directions Formation, and the trapped beings of the Nine Netherworlds are filled with panic.

In contrast to the solemn expressions of the beings from the Nine Netherworlds both inside and outside the formation, the human cultivators on the city walls of Duimen Pass outside the formation were filled with a mixture of joy and surprise. Thunder and fire are specifically designed to counter the Nine Netherworlds; perhaps, in this Five Directions Grand Formation, the human race will be the last to survive!

"Thunder and Fire are not easy to subdue."

Upon seeing the thunder and fire, many of the powerful beings in the mortal realm had their eyes flicker.

The Zhu family elder looked at Wei Zhenjie, whose face was relaxed, and asked, "Minister Wei is very knowledgeable. Do you know the person who saved my Zhu family's disciple in the battle?"

Wei Zhenjie shook his head, neither saying he knew him nor that he didn't.

Upon seeing this, the Zhu family elder did not press the matter further, but instead asked a different question: "That person previously said he wanted to break the Five Directions Formation. Does Minister Wei think it's possible?"

Upon hearing this, the other human powerhouses also looked over, their eyes filled with hope.

Wei Zhenjie looked helpless: "I don't know how to do divination or fortune telling, how would I know about such things?"

As she spoke, within the great formation, Hua Changxi gave Guiche no time to react. She gripped the peach wood sword wreathed in lightning and fire, transformed into a purple streak of light, and charged straight at Guiche's massive demonic body with a killing intent!

Upon getting close, Hua Changxi swung his sword, unleashing hundreds of sword beams simultaneously.

Sword light cascaded down like a waterfall, and lightning and fire intertwined to form a destructive net that instantly enveloped the massive body of the Ghost Chariot.

"Pfft~"

There are no fancy moves, only extreme speed and power.

The Thunderfire Peach Wood Sword sliced ​​through the Ghost Chariot's hard defenses as easily as a hot knife through butter.

With a bloodcurdling scream, before the ghost could dodge, its three heads were completely detonated by the extremely yang and powerful thunder and fire force as the sword light struck, turning them into a sky full of charred flesh and blood mist.

"Ow~"

After losing a head in the previous incident, the ghost train went berserk.

This time, three heads were lost, but Guiche was terrified and fled without looking back, quickly getting away from Hua Changxi.

Hua Changxi's eyes narrowed, and he rode his somersault cloud, transforming into a streak of purple light as he gave chase.

In just a few breaths, they had caught up with the ghost car.

She leaped up like a meteor falling to earth, landing steadily on the massive back of the ghost carriage.

The ghost carriage was terrified. Its five remaining heads roared in unison, frantically swooping, circling, and tumbling, trying to throw off the person on its back.

Unfortunately, Hua Changxi seemed to have become one with it, and no matter how much it struggled, it remained stuck to it.

Just as the ghost carriage violently took off, Hua Changxi seized the opening, raised the Thunderfire Peach Wood Sword in his hand high, the sword blade crackling with lightning snakes and surging flames, carrying the power to burn away the nine netherworlds, and fiercely slashed at the neck of a head on the left!

"Click~"

The sword flashed like lightning, and a head fell to the ground in response!

Thunder and fire poured wildly into the severed wound, burning the entire demonic body of the Ghost Chariot, causing it to convulse violently, spewing black blood, and emitting a heart-wrenching, soul-chilling wail.

Its four remaining heads struggled to turn into the distance, its voice trembling with unprecedented fear and despair: "Cangming, save me!"

Cangming was also stunned by the combat power displayed by Hua Changxi.

Although the Guiche clan is not a top-tier force in the Nine Netherworlds, their individual combat strength is formidable, and they have always acted with impunity. This is the first time he has seen the Guiche clan forced into such a sorry state.
Cangming was still somewhat wary of the Thunderfire Sword in Hua Changxi's hand. He did not rush directly at Hua Changxi, but instead formed a hand seal with both hands, and his body was filled with a frenzied surge of murderous aura.

"Splash!"

An even more vast and violent expanse of the Styx River materialized out of thin air, resembling an inverted black ocean, carrying the power to annihilate everything, and slammed directly towards the human cultivators!

Towering waves blotted out the sun, black water churned, and emitted a suffocating, corrosive stench.

"Ah~"

Some human cultivators who couldn't dodge in time were instantly swallowed by the waves. Before they could even scream, they turned into withered bones in the black water, their souls scattered.

Hua Changxi's ears were filled with screams of agony. He gritted his teeth and stopped pursuing the ghost chariot. He leaped off the back of the ghost chariot and transformed into a streak of light, rushing towards the area where the human cultivators were gathered.

"Too late!"

Cangming's lips curled into a cruel, sinister smile. He pressed down with both hands, and the towering, sun-obscuring waves of the Styx River crashed down like the sky collapsing, determined to drown and devour all the human cultivators.

Just before the monstrous wave crashed down, Hua Changxi landed among the human cultivators.

"Splash!"

Amidst a deafening roar, the monstrous waves of the Styx River engulfed the area where the human cultivators had gathered.

Outside the formation, the powerful figures from the Nine Netherworlds who were watching the battle all showed joy upon seeing this: "It's finally over."

On the city wall of Duimen Pass, the surviving human cultivators were filled with regret and heartache. Some even closed their eyes, unwilling to watch this tragic scene any longer.

However, just when everyone thought that the human cultivators had been completely wiped out, a sudden change occurred.

Within the formation, the area submerged by the Styx River's monstrous waves suddenly began to boil without warning, with dark green waves churning violently, as if some terrifying power was brewing underwater.

Immediately afterwards, billowing dark green steam rose up and instantly spread into the air.

The monstrous waves disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye, revealing a tightly closed, fiery red lotus bud at the center of the water vapor.

The lotus buds emitted a warm, unsettling aura, causing Cangming's pupils to constrict as he sensed a threat.

"Boom!"

Cangming exerted his power again, manipulating the Styx River's monstrous waves to slam them violently into the flower bud.

Unfortunately, despite the deafening impact and splashing water, the flower bud remained completely unmoved.

"Whoo~"

As the raging waves subsided, the sound of flames rising and burning echoed from the flower buds.

Immediately afterwards, under the stunned gazes of everyone inside and outside the formation, the tightly closed flower bud trembled slightly, and then began to slowly unfold and bloom.

"Whoo~"

As the petals unfurled, an intensely hot crimson flame erupted, like a dormant volcano suddenly bursting forth.

The petals unfolded layer by layer, each petal bringing with it a raging, earth-shattering wave of fire.

In the blink of an eye, the flower bud had fully bloomed, transforming into a magnificent fire lotus that blazed brightly in the netherworld!
"Boom!"

The moment the fire lotus bloomed, a terrifying wave of fire swept in all directions.

Centered on the fire lotus, crimson flames poured forth, meeting the still-lingering monstrous waves of the Styx River.

There was no earth-shattering collision, only one-sided burning.

"Chichi~"

The Styx River, powerful enough to corrode metal and melt souls, vaporized instantly upon contact with the flames burning on the lotus petals, just as spring snow met the blazing sun.

The dark green vapor dissipated rapidly under the firelight.

In just a short while, the towering, monstrous waves of the Styx River were completely evaporated by the fire lotus.

The world fell silent!
The powerful figures of the Nine Netherworlds were sullen, while the human race's experts were invigorated.

Very well, the human's identity has finally been revealed—the Lord of the Lingguang Palace! (End of Chapter)