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

"Hehe... Your great elder and other combat forces actually chose to burn their origin. In this battle, no matter who they win or lose, they will surely die. Choosing to follow Ye Chongren... this is the price you have to pay!" Wu Duoming was fighting fiercely with Li Youtian. He waved his huge bloody hand, and it collided violently with Li Youtian's sword. The two of them each took a few steps back.

Li Youtian's eyes were bloodshot, like blood-stained rubies, and the pain in his heart was like a surging tide, almost suffocating him.

Of course he knew that at this moment his elders were fighting desperately at the cost of their lives.

But facing an enemy far more powerful than themselves, what could they do? Compared to being unilaterally crushed by the enemy, unable to fight back, the opportunity to fight for time at this moment was already invaluable.

This thrilling battle was clearly divided into three distinct battlefields, each a purgatory of life and death, every breath of air filled with a chilling aura of murderous intent.

Atop the battlefield, in the boundless expanse of the sky, the clash between Yuan Po and Jiang Qi Sha resembled a chaotic collision at the dawn of time. Yuan Po was shrouded in a thick aura of death, like a black storm sweeping in from the depths of Hell; while Jiang Qi Sha's murderous intent was unstoppable, his aura like a peerless evil spirit capable of piercing the heavens.

Every time the two people's power clashed violently, it was like two hot stars colliding with each other, erupting with a tremendous force that could destroy the world.

This wave of power, with them as the core, surged in all directions in a circular shape. Wherever it passed, the space twisted and wrinkled like fragile glass, as if it would be ruthlessly torn into countless pieces at any time.

The air around him was instantly ignited, making a sharp "sizzling" sound, as if wailing in despair.

In a slightly lower airspace, Ye Chongren and Hongdie were fighting fiercely.

Ye Chongren held the earth-splitting chisel tightly, the sword shining like agile lightning. Every time he swung it, it was wrapped in the momentum of moving forward and determined to change the world. The sharp sword energy crisscrossed, as if to chop everything in front of him into pieces.

Hong Die was not at all inferior. The whip in her hand was like a nimble and deadly poisonous python, roaming freely in the air, whipping out shocking cracks one after another. The "pa pa" sound was endless, intertwining and colliding with Ye Chongren's sword energy, stirring up layers of energy ripples.

The two men fought back and forth, neither giving in. The aftermath of the battle was like dense artillery shells, smashing huge holes in the ground below and raising a cloud of dust, as if to bury the entire world.

Below the battlefield, Li Youtian led several of the Wind and Thunder Hall's great elders in a bitter and stalemate with Huang Taiji, Ye Daozhi, and Wu Duoming. Li Youtian and his companions wore solemn expressions, their eyes gleaming with a resolute determination to face death. They knew this battle was a matter of life and death, and so each of them fought with all their might.

Magical flashes erupted like fireworks across the battlefield, energies of all colors crisscrossed, and the sounds of shouting, killing, and weapons clashing were deafening and continuous. However, facing a powerful and well-coordinated opponent, they gradually fell into a difficult situation and endured unprecedented pressure.

Among these three battlefields, the most brutal battle was the one between Meng Kongchan and Dao Ge.

Brother Dao's strength far surpassed that of Hongdie. Previously, when Huang Taiji, Ye Daozhi, and Wu Duoming joined forces to attack, they couldn't even hold out for a hundred breaths under his fierce attack. Now, facing Meng Kongchan, Brother Dao was like an invincible demon god, displaying an overwhelming advantage.

Even though Meng Kongchan resolutely burned her life, overdrawing her future in exchange for a brief burst of power, she was still powerless in the face of Dao Ge's overwhelming strength and could only passively take the beating. Fortunately, her unique cultivation technique granted her ghostly speed, allowing her to use her astonishing speed to narrowly avoid Dao Ge's fatal attacks in the critical moment. Even so, after just a single encounter, Meng Kongchan was severely injured, blood oozing from the corner of her mouth, her breathing erratic, and her fragile body teetering in the air.

Meanwhile, on the battlefield between Wrathful Po and Jiang Qisha, after only a few brief rounds, Jiang Qisha keenly sensed a crucial flaw. He discovered that while Wrathful Po possessed immense power, surpassing his own, this power seemed to be restrained by invisible shackles, sealed within an airtight cage. When Wrathful Po exerted her power, she lacked any skill in applying it, relying solely on brute force.

To give an analogy, it is like facing a tightly closed door. The nagging woman clearly has the key in her hand, but does not know how to use it. She can only rely in vain on her own terrifying strength, slamming into it frantically again and again, which not only wastes a lot of energy, but also has unsatisfactory results.

This discovery filled Jiang Qisha with a secret joy, as if he had grasped a lifeline in a desperate situation, giving him immense room for maneuver. He roared with a mighty roar, resembling a bell, shaking the air around him. Then, he hurled the black spear, condensed with murderous intent, high into the boundless heavens. As the spear ascended, its tip seemed to open a black hole into the endless void, emitting a terrifyingly powerful suction force, absorbing the surrounding energy like a whale. As the energy continued to converge, a massive vortex gradually formed, swirling wildly and emitting a sharp whistling sound.

After absorbing a vast amount of energy, the spear emitted an increasingly icy aura, as if it came from the absolute zero degree in the deepest part of the universe, capable of freezing all life in the world. Just as everyone was still immersed in the shock brought by this bizarre scene,

With a whoosh, the spear was like a black lightning, instantly cutting through the void and disappearing from everyone's sight.

Then, in the sky, thick, inky black clouds appeared out of nowhere, rapidly converging and swirling. In an instant, lightning flashed and thunder roared. Thick streaks of lightning raged through the clouds like dragons, and deafening thunder roared continuously. Amidst this terrifying scene, a massive creature slowly emerged from the clouds. Its shape was unmistakably the spear Jiang Qisha had just thrown.

The spear at this moment has undergone a drastic change. It has become extremely huge, towering like a mountain, emitting a suffocating and terrifying aura, as if it can crush the entire world.