Starting with the Immortal Cultivation System, what can you use to fight me?

As he finished speaking, the black energy surrounding the Witch King surged once again. His previously weakened aura actually began to recover, even threatening to surpass its previous strength. His eyes turned crimson, like two burning flames, revealing a desperate madness and determination.

"Oh, I really don't know where you get the courage from. Forget it... Since you still want to struggle, then I'll play with you! Just treat it as a way to stretch your muscles." Lin Han shrugged, a playful smile appearing at the corner of his mouth.

"Boy, you're honored to witness my ultimate forbidden technique! You can show it off when you report downstairs!" The Witch King sneered, then leaped up like an enraged beast, a dark, netherworld power surrounding him, as if the entire space was twisted by his rage. He formed hand seals and muttered something, each syllable accompanied by a low thunderclap, as if summoning a terrifying force from the depths of the netherworld.

"Netherworld Soul-Devouring Formation, activate!" With the Sorcerer King's furious cry, pitch-black cracks suddenly appeared on the ground, and countless gloomy souls poured out from the cracks. They wailed and roared, circling the Sorcerer King and rising, forming a massive formation woven from the souls of the underworld. The entire space was shrouded in this gloomy and despairing aura, and even the air seemed to solidify.

"Haha, quite interesting..." Lin Han chuckled, "I can use you to test the special ability of my Heavenly Punishment Divine Ring - Heavenly Punishment Divine Thunder!"

Before he finished speaking, he silently chanted in his heart, "Heavenly Punishment Thunder - Start!"

Rumble——!

Deafening thunder roared from the sky, as if the entire sky was shaking.

"This... this is..." The Witch King's face changed suddenly. He looked up at the sky covered with dark clouds, lightning and thunder, his eyes full of disbelief and fear.

From the dark clouds, an extremely dazzling silver divine thunder streaked across the sky, like the wrath of a god, and directly struck the Netherworld Soul-Devouring Formation.

The moment the divine thunder struck and collided with the Netherworld Soul Devouring Formation, a dazzling radiance and deafening roar erupted. The entire space seemed to be ripped apart by this force, and the Netherworld souls fled in all directions, wailing incessantly, but they were unable to withstand the might of the heavenly punishment.

The Witch King stood at the center of the formation, reeling back repeatedly from the aftermath of the divine thunder. His face was as pale as paper, and trickles of black blood oozed from the corners of his mouth. He stared in disbelief at the divine thunder disappearing into the sky, his eyes filled with despair and resignation. "Impossible... How could this be possible..." he muttered, his voice so faint it was barely audible.

at the same time,

"You dirty things, I won't play with you anymore, the time is up!" Mo Beixuan's expression condensed, and then he swung his sword towards the Twelve Generals of the Netherworld.

The sword light was like a dragon, and wherever it passed, the Netherworld's aura dissipated. The Twelve Netherworld Generals, each with a different appearance, could not resist Mo Beixuan's attack that contained supreme sword intent. They let out shrill screams, their figures gradually blurred, and finally turned into nothingness, returning to nothingness.

As the Twelve Generals of the Netherworld dissipated, the heart-pounding Netherworld aura also weakened, and the space gradually returned to calm.

"Master!" Mo Beixuan flashed and instantly came to Lin Han.

"Thank you for your hard work, Beixuan." Lin Han nodded, his eyes full of praise for Mo Beixuan's strength.

"You... who are you? How could you summon thunder from the sky?" The Witch King trembled, his eyes moving back and forth between Lin Han and Mo Beixuan, the fear in his heart surging like a tide.

"Who am I? Haha, to be precise, I am a Chinese medicine practitioner, a small Chinese medicine practitioner who knows a little martial arts!" Lin Han chuckled, and there was a bit of mystery and unruliness in that smile.

"Traditional Chinese Medicine? How… How is that possible!" The Witch King's eyes widened in disbelief, as if he had just heard the most ridiculous joke. In the power system he knew, Traditional Chinese Medicine was merely a minor technique for curing illnesses and saving lives. Who had ever seen Traditional Chinese Medicine capable of summoning thunder and shaking the underworld? "But this power…" he muttered to himself, his fear of the unknown growing stronger.

"Forget it, you wouldn't understand Chinese medicine even if I told you a beast like you!" Lin Han shook his head, then raised his lips with a playful arc and said, "Are there any other methods?"

"You win, boy! Give me a quick death!" The Witch King closed his eyes helplessly, his voice a mixture of relief and resentment. He knew that today's battle was the end of his rope, and any struggle would be futile.

"Want to have a good time? No way!" Lin Han sneered, "I'm going to make you feel worse than death!"

The Witch King was startled and opened his eyes wide. He saw Lin Han flick his fingers lightly, and a barely visible ray of light leaped out from his fingertips and silently sank into the Witch King's body.

"What have you done to me?" the Witch-King asked in horror.

“Shh…” Lin Han made a shushing gesture, with a sneer on his face. “Enjoy it! Lord Witch King!”

As soon as he finished speaking, the Witch King felt an indescribable pain surge through his body, as if thousands of insects and ants were gnawing at his internal organs, like a burning flame and piercing ice. The two extreme sensations intertwined, leaving him in agony. He curled up into a ball, emitting a heartbreaking wail. His crimson eyes had lost their light, leaving only endless despair and pain.

"How do you feel, Master Witch King... hehe..." Lin Han slowly stepped forward, looking down at the suffering Witch King, his eyes devoid of any sympathy or pity. "This is the result of your evil deeds. Every bit of pain is retribution for the innocent you have inflicted."

"Ah... you devil! Stop it!" The Witch King's voice had become hoarse and distorted, each word squeezed out from between his teeth, accompanied by waves of tragic groans. However, Lin Han remained unmoved. His eyes were firm and indifferent, as if he was conducting a just judgment.

"Demon? Ha, compared to your cruel methods, this is but a small punishment. Do you know that the pain those innocent lives endured when they perished at your hands was a thousand times more intense than what you are enduring right now?" Lin Han's voice was deep and powerful, each word like a hammer, hammering at the Witch King's heart. "Ahhh... little bastard!! I curse you to an unpleasant death!" the Witch King cursed through gritted teeth.

"Master Witch King, please save your energy and talk less! Just quietly enjoy this 'happiness' that ordinary people can't enjoy!" Lin Han said with a cold smile, "Okay, you can enjoy it for a while! I'll go say hello to those seniors."

After saying that, he chuckled, then put his hands in his pockets and strode towards Master Huikong, True Man Zi Yu, Zhang Daoxuan, Wang Ye and others who were not far away.