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

"I can only use my divine power!" Ye Chongren's heart sank, knowing that divine power takes a long time to grow, and once used, it will be continuously consumed. If he relied solely on divine power to fight for a long time, he would probably completely empty his own foundation, and would need to consume a large amount of rare resources to slowly accumulate it again.

But now we are in a desperate situation and there is really no other way.

"From now on, we have no choice but to risk our lives to buy time. We must hold on until the Wicked Lady finishes the fight!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Ye Chongren instantly mobilized the sea of ​​divine power within his body without hesitation. This mobilization was completely different from previous battles. In previous battles, divine power was only used as a supplement, relying mainly on the power of the inner world to fight, and there was almost no loss of divine power. But this time, once the divine power was mobilized, it would be reduced in a real sense.

However, the effect is truly terrifying.

Instantly, Ye Chongren was enveloped in a blazing divine power, a power that seemed to emanate from a mysterious ancient flame, emitting a heart-pounding aura. At this moment, he was like a killer god emerging from the depths of hell, radiating an endless aura of murderous destruction. Jiang Qi's killing intent was intense, and Ye Chongren was not to be outdone.

He came from a humble background, and every step he took along the way was stained with blood, and every step was the result of countless battles.

Although the enemies he faced before might not be as strong as Jiang Qisha, the environment he experienced was far superior to that of Jiang Qisha, a prodigy who had been carefully protected by the powerful people of the sect since childhood.

"He..." Hongdie's gaze accidentally met Ye Chongren's as she charged forward. Instantly, she sensed the murderous intent in Ye Chongren's eyes, the same one Jiang Qisha had, almost tangible. Her heart trembled, and she froze in place. She was filled with confusion, unable to fathom what kind of life-or-death ordeal a mere mid-level cultivator had endured to possess such chilling murderous intent!

At this time, Ye Chongren's side had already fallen into a desperate situation. Everyone was determined to fight to the death, with only one thought in their minds: either fight to the death, or use all means to delay time and wait for a turnaround.

Ye Chongren's fighting power at this moment was extremely terrifying, and Hongdie did not dare to be arrogant anymore. She saw a mysterious "sky" character appear on her forehead in an instant, and as the rune flashed, her fighting power surged like a surging tide.

When the enemies on both sides met, they were extremely jealous of each other.

Ye Chongren held the sword-shaped earth-splitting chisel in his hand. Every time he swung it, it carried the power of reincarnation. Sharp sword energies crisscrossed, as if to completely disrupt the order of heaven and earth.

The whip in Hongdie's hand was even more powerful. Every time she whipped it, it would create a shocking crack in the space. The crack was like a hideous scar that could not be eliminated in a short time.

While Ye Chongren and Hongdie were locked in a fierce battle, Meng Kongchan and the others were facing an increasingly difficult situation. Without Ye Chongren's powerful strength to suppress them, their battle against Daoge, Huang Taiji and the other two became extremely difficult.

In desperation, Meng Kongchan and Li Youtian gritted their teeth and decided to burn their own lifespans and souls in exchange for a brief but powerful burst of combat power. Their faces quickly grew old and haggard, their once jet-black hair instantly turning snow-white, their vitality rapidly fading like the sands in an hourglass.

The elders didn't hesitate at all. They knew they might never return. To give everyone a glimmer of hope, they could only burn their essence and overdraw their Sacred Path. Their bodies gradually became transparent, and the Sacred Path crumbled and dissipated behind them like shattered glass.

The strength accumulated through years of hard training now disappeared like bubbles. The pain and unwillingness filled their hearts with bitterness, but at this moment of life and death, they had no choice but to bite the bullet and fight with their last bit of strength.