I, Suiren, will teach Ziyi how to make stockings.

The two groups rushed out like tigers descending from the mountains. However, their speeds were vastly different, so the battle didn't intersect in the area between the two groups, but rather heavily favored Ye Chongren's side.

"Heaven's Slaughter Hand!" As he charged, Ye Chongren unleashed his magical powers without hesitation. He quickly unleashed his Earth-Splitting Chisel, transformed into a sword. The blade shone with a mysterious light, as if imbued with the power to create the universe. He simultaneously donned the Supreme Pagoda Robe. The Supreme Pagoda Robe instantly emanated a faint glow, enveloping him like a mysterious shield.

He knew full well that, given the current dire situation, everything depended on him, and he could no longer hold back. Therefore, he immediately activated the Myriad Divine Sea Sutra, in conjunction with the Myriad Source Monument within his body, which contained endless mysteries. Instantly, the sea of ​​divine power within his body seemed to surge forth like a mighty torrent, a constant stream of pure divine power flowing into his body like a surging torrent, nourishing every inch of his flesh and blood. Under each and every surge of divine power, his cells, like parched land welcoming a gentle rain, absorbed the divine power with all their might, swelling and strengthening. This made Ye Chongren appear taller, emanating a powerful and majestic aura.

At the same moment, a wisp of flame suddenly erupted from his brow, blazing fiercely. The moment this fire appeared, its scorching power surged like a surging heat wave, instantly enveloping the entire world. Then, an immense hand suddenly appeared in the sky, its fingers spread wide, as if to grasp the entire world. As this hand descended, a terrifying pressure descended upon him like a mountain, shaking the surrounding space.

The Heavenly Butcher Hand focused on attack and suppression, possessing a powerful group-based attack capability. However, here, Ye Chongren intended to utilize its suppressive power. He was fully aware of the severity of the situation, especially for his companions, so he offered every possible assistance. After all, he knew his own strength wasn't intimidated by Jiang Qisha and the others. Unlike Meng Kongchan and the others, his own strength wouldn't waver out of fear before the fight even began.

Although this suppression may be just a drop in the bucket for the current desperate situation, Ye Chongren still hopes to do his best to gain even the slightest chance for his companions.

Ye Chongren and Jiang Qisha's gazes met in mid-air, sparks flying. Without hesitation, Ye Chongren raised his sword-like Earth-Splitting Chisel high in the air, his Samsara Sword Intent instantly flooding the blade like a surging tide. Facing a formidable foe like Jiang Qisha, ordinary tactics proved futile, so he immediately unleashed his ultimate move—the Samsara Sword Intent.

With a clang, the sword emitted a crisp, trembling sound, as if it had opened the gates of the Nine Netherworld. A profound power instantly filled Ye Chongren's body, constantly circulating between him and the Earth-Splitting Chisel. At this moment, his eyes seemed to be filled with the marvelous vision of time passing, the rotation of the sun and the moon, deep and mysterious.

However, Jiang Qisha did not look pressured at all. He looked calm and casually stretched out his hand to grab Ye Chongren's Earth-Splitting Chisel without even releasing his terrifying Killing God Domain.

"What..." Ye Chongren's hand, gripping the Earth-Splitting Chisel, trembled slightly. Previously, the Earth-Splitting Chisel had clearly posed a threat to the woman in the red dress, forcing her to use that strange, cultivation-enhancing power. Yet, now, Jiang Qisha had grasped it so easily with his bare hands. Could the gap really be that great? A sudden wave of fear surged through him. He exerted force with his arms, attempting to yank the Earth-Splitting Chisel from Jiang Qisha's grasp, but found it held tightly in place, as if by a pair of pliers.