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The disciples of the Black Feather Palace stood in formation, each one tense yet resolute. A young disciple gripped his sword tightly, his palms dripping with sweat. "Master, can we hold this?" his voice trembled slightly.

The elder next to him patted his shoulder and said, "Son, as long as we work together, there is hope."

The people in the Formation Pavilion constantly replenished their expended spirit stones, but the light of the defensive formation gradually dimmed under the enemy's fierce attack. It barely lasted a quarter of an hour before dissipating into the sky. Mo Shang was anxious, "Everyone, prepare to meet the enemy!"

Following his command, the Black Feather Palace's masters unleashed their unique Yin-Yang techniques, engaging in a fierce confrontation with the enemy. For a moment, lights intersected and spells roared.

Mo Shang stood on the city wall, gazing at the slowly advancing enemy troops in the distance. Although a heavy burden weighed heavily on his heart, his eyes revealed an unshakable determination. The 200,000-strong army was like a dark cloud pressing down on the sky, obscuring it so completely that even the air seemed to freeze.

The disciples of the Black Feather Palace were already on full alert, their eyes fixed on the front, weapons in hand ready to go. Just as the enemy was about to launch a general attack, Mo Shang suddenly shouted loudly: "Black Feather Palace disciples, kill!"

He formed hand seals, muttered something, and then thrust his palm forward. A tremendous force erupted, rapidly expanding in the air, forming a massive ball of light. After spinning in the air for several rounds, the ball suddenly exploded, transforming into countless beams of radiant light that flew towards the enemy.

These rays of light, like sharp arrows, pierced the enemy's defenses, causing chaos. Taking advantage of this momentary opening, Mo Shang led the elite monks of the Black Feather Palace to break out of the formation and charge into the enemy's path. The monks of both sides engaged in a melee, and the air was filled with a strong atmosphere of battle.

Despite the fierce fighting, the Black Feather Palace monks, driven by their devotion to their homeland, displayed unprecedented unity and courage. This battle was not only a test of strength, but also a test of will and conviction.

Following Mo Shang's charge, the Black Feather Palace's cultivators rallied in spirit. They followed closely behind, engaging the enemy in fierce hand-to-hand combat. Sword energy surged, spells soared, and each strike contained a force powerful enough to shake mountains and rivers. Dust billowed across the battlefield, and the gleam of swords and the shimmer of magic clashed, creating a spectacular yet brutal spectacle.

Mo Shang's figure weaved through the crowd, each of his sword strikes carrying a fierce momentum, aiming for the enemy's vital points. Beside him, the elders of the Black Feather Palace each displayed their unique skills, protecting the surrounding disciples from serious injury. However, the enemy's sheer numbers put a tremendous pressure on the Black Feather Palace monks, even with their bravery.

Venerable Shadow appeared again, his appearance was like a ghost, and he appeared in front of Mo Shang in an instant.

"Your opponent is me." With a roar from the Shadow Master, a short, fierce duel erupted between the two, each exchange causing the surrounding space to tremble. The Shadow Master's moves were sinister, but Mo Shang, relying on his experience and unwavering will, always held his ground, denying the opponent the slightest advantage.

"Mo Shang, you are indeed a tough opponent. You have actually broken through to the Wuji Realm, but today you are destined to not escape the fate of destruction." The voice of the Shadow Venerable was cold and ruthless.

"As long as I am still alive, I will not let you succeed." Mo Shang responded, with an unyielding fire burning in his eyes.

Although Venerable Shadow said so, he was indeed no match for Mo Shang. When he broke through, he was only at the Wuji Realm.

"Emperor Aoshuang, what are you waiting for? I can't hold on any longer." Venerable Youying shouted loudly to the back of the battlefield.

Suddenly, two golden lights burst out from the back of the battlefield, and two figures soared into the sky and flew towards Mo Shang.

"Wuji Realm, two?" Mo Shang was shocked. Looking at the flying posture, it was obviously not the initial stage of Wuji Realm.

The situation on the battlefield was becoming increasingly tense, and the Black Feather Palace's defenses were gradually crumbling. Mo Shang realized that if the situation could not be quickly improved, the Black Feather Palace would be doomed. He quickly thought, looking for a way out.

Suddenly, Mo Shang thought of something and shouted, "Elders, listen to my command. Concentrate your strength and use the secret method—'Gathering Spirits and Converging Seas'!"

Upon hearing the command, the elders of the Black Feather Palace sprang into action. Forming a circle, they each formed hand seals and began to guide the surrounding spiritual energy. As they moved, the surrounding spiritual energy seemed to be drawn by an invisible hand, rapidly converging into a massive force. This force coalesced in the air, forming a vast vortex of spiritual energy, as vast and boundless as the ocean.

When the spiritual energy vortex reached its peak, Mo Shang swung his sword and the power was instantly released, transforming into a terrifying spiritual power torrent that rushed towards the enemy. Wherever the spiritual power torrent passed, whether it was spells or flesh, it was easily torn apart, and a hole was instantly torn open in the enemy's line.

"Firefly light." Two powerful men in the Wuji realm have already arrived at the center of the scene. One of them pushed his hands forward, and a stream of air spurted out, offsetting the combined attack of everyone.

Mo Shang knew that conventional combat alone would be insufficient against such a formidable foe. He decisively decided to employ a secret technique to temporarily boost his own strength. This was a forbidden technique passed down through the Black Feather Palace for many years, and it would never be used unless absolutely necessary, as the cost of such an approach was immense.

"Elders, get ready. I will do my best to delay time." Mo Shang's voice was extremely firm. He turned to face the direction of the two powerful God Transformation Stage masters, and a hint of determination flashed in his eyes.

Mo Shang closed his eyes and concentrated, his spiritual energy surging crazily, his latent power gradually being unleashed. As the secret technique was unleashed, a golden halo surrounded Mo Shang, gradually growing brighter and brighter until his entire body was enveloped in golden light.

"Secret method - Breaking the Sky!" Mo Shang roared angrily. As his voice fell, the golden halo suddenly burst out with dazzling light. Mo Shang's aura suddenly increased, and almost instantly reached a level comparable to that of a strong man in the God Transformation Stage.

The two Spiritualization Stage masters were clearly shocked by this scene. They hadn't expected Mo Shang to have such a trump card. Taking advantage of the enemy's moment of shock, Mo Shang flashed and transformed into a stream of light, rushing directly towards one of the Spiritualization Stage masters.

The collision between the two sides occurred almost instantly. Each of Mo Shang's attacks carried the force of thunder, forcing his opponent to not slack off even a little. Meanwhile, another powerful cultivator in the Spiritualization Stage was temporarily restrained by the elders of the Black Feather Palace, unable to withdraw to support his companion.

The battle entered a white-hot stage. Mo Shang, relying on the temporary boost brought by the secret technique, launched a desperate struggle with the enemy. Every exchange was accompanied by a huge sound and energy fluctuations, and the entire battlefield seemed to tremble.

However, Mo Shang also knew that the power brought by the secret method was time-limited. Once the time ran out, he would fall into an extremely weak state. Therefore, he had to strive for the greatest results in the limited time.

As time ticked by, Mo Shang gradually felt his strength weaken, but he didn't flinch. At that moment, Yu Xing, the Black Feather Palace's law enforcement elder, was struck in the chest by a palm strike. He spat out blood and collapsed to the ground. Like dominoes, the Spiritualization Stage elder followed suit, injuring the other elders one by one. Without even a glance, he turned and flew towards Mo Shang.

He stretched out his palm, which was glowing, and slapped Mo Shang's back hard.

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