Possessed by my father, I was reborn and became the supreme ruler.

Countless cracks appeared on the cave walls, and loose rocks kept falling, making the entire cave seem as if it could collapse at any moment. The aftershocks of the battle transformed into a whirlwind, sweeping towards the group.

Lin Yao and the others hurriedly took cover.

Nie Hanshan grabbed Zi Ling and shielded her behind him.

"Watch out!" Ye Yunjian shouted, pulling Bai Yueling behind a boulder.

However, Gu Ling was unable to dodge in time and was blasted away by a powerful shockwave, crashing heavily to the ground.

Blood was flowing from the corner of his mouth, and his face was pale, clearly indicating that he had suffered serious internal injuries.

"Gu Ling!" Ye Yunjian's heart tightened, and he hurriedly ran to Gu Ling's side and helped him up.

"How are you?"

Gu Ling forced a smile: "It's nothing... just a minor injury..."

Ye Yunjian took out healing pills and fed them to Gu Ling.

Looking at Gu Ling's pale face, he was filled with worry and self-blame.

Gu Ling gave him a grateful look.

Just then, an even more powerful surge of energy emanated from the center of the battle.

The temperature inside the cave suddenly rose, and the air became scorching, as if one were in an oven.

Everyone felt difficulty breathing, chest tightness, and shortness of breath.

"Oh no! They're about to unleash their ultimate move!" Nie Hanshan said with a grave expression.

Ye Yunjian gripped his sword tightly, his gaze fixed on the two combatants.

He knew that the outcome of this battle would determine their fate.

Suddenly, Fairy Qingyu leaped into the air... "Stop!"

Fairy Qingyu, her robes fluttering, looked like a banished immortal. She flew into the air, chanting incantations, her hands moving swiftly, scattering crystal-clear petals.

The petals shimmered with a soft light and emitted a faint fragrance, dreamlike and ethereal, drifting towards Xuanfeng Zhenren and the mysterious old man.

Everyone was stunned, not understanding the meaning behind her actions.

Ye Yunjian wondered what purpose these seemingly delicate petals could serve.

Nie Hanshan was completely baffled, scratching his head and saying, "Has this fairy gone mad? Why is she scattering flower petals at this time?"

These petals may seem light and airy, but they contain powerful spiritual energy.

When the petals touched Xuanfeng Zhenren, his body shone with golden light, as if he had received some kind of powerful blessing. His originally slightly tired aura instantly became incomparably powerful.

He swung the whisk in his hand even more swiftly, and the golden dragon roared, its power surpassing that of before.

The mysterious old man was clearly caught off guard by this sudden turn of events. He was forced to retreat repeatedly by the golden dragon, and his once confident face now showed astonishment.

Seeing this, everyone's spirits lifted.

A glint of light flashed in Lin Yao's beautiful eyes: "These petals can actually enhance Xuanfeng Zhenren's strength!" Zi Ling also exclaimed excitedly: "Great! The old man is going to lose!" Even the usually cautious Gu Ling showed a hopeful expression at this moment.

Ye Yunjian was secretly delighted. It seemed that Fairy Qingyu was not as weak as she appeared, but rather had hidden talents.

As Xuanfeng Zhenren pressed closer and closer, and the mysterious old man retreated step by step, the scales of victory seemed to have tipped in favor of justice.

Just when everyone thought the outcome was decided, the mysterious old man suddenly looked up to the sky and roared, taking out a jet-black sphere from his robes.

The sphere's surface was covered with eerie runes, emanating a chillingly malevolent aura, like a demon from the depths of hell, greedily devouring the surrounding light.

"Hmph! Child's play!" The mysterious old man chuckled sinisterly, his voice as piercing as an owl's. "Witness the true power!"

The pitch-black sphere spun wildly in the mysterious old man's hand, and the eerie runes seemed to come alive, shimmering with a ghostly green light.

A suffocating aura of evil spread outwards like a tide, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood, as if countless wronged souls were wailing.

The surrounding trees began to wither, the flowers and plants instantly faded, and even the hard rocks began to crack, as if they could not withstand this powerful force.

Master Xuanfeng felt immense pressure, and his originally gleaming golden protective aura dimmed and lost its luster.

His expression was solemn, and he swung his whisk even more rapidly. The golden dragon roared, but it could not stop the erosion of that evil aura.

His breathing became rapid, fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and even the hand holding the whisk began to tremble slightly.

"What...what is this?" Zi Ling asked, her face pale and her voice trembling.

She felt a chill run from the soles of her feet to the top of her head, as if an invisible hand was choking her, making it almost impossible to breathe.

Gu Ling was so frightened that her face turned pale. She trembled and hid behind Nie Hanshan, her lips quivering, but she couldn't say a word.

Although Nie Hanshan pretended to be calm, his clenched fists and slightly trembling legs betrayed his inner fear.

He stared intently at the dark sphere, thinking to himself, "This old guy actually has such a terrifying trump card!"

A hint of worry flashed in Lin Yao's beautiful eyes. She gripped the long sword tightly in her hand, ready to strike at any moment.

Ye Yunjian felt as if a huge rock was pressing down on his heart, and a strong sense of unwillingness surged up in his mind. His eyes revealed a firm determination.

He had to find a way to change this critical situation!

He will not give up even if there is only a sliver of hope!

He looked around, trying to find anything he could use, even a stone or a branch...

"This is my most prized possession, you are all doomed!" The mysterious old man smiled sinisterly and suddenly threw the sphere in his hand into the air.

The sphere rapidly spun through the air, emitting an even more dazzling light...

"Not good!" Ye Yunjian's heart sank, and he shouted.

The jet-black sphere rapidly expanded in the air, emitting an even more dazzling light, resembling a giant eye of an evil god.

The runes on the surface of the sphere seemed to come alive, twisting and writhing, emitting a piercing hiss that sent chills down one's spine.

Master Xuanfeng felt an immense pressure, and his body began to tremble violently, as if every inch of his skin was enduring tremendous pain.

His protective aura was torn apart like tattered paper under the impact of the evil forces.

The golden dragon's roar grew weaker, even sounding somewhat mournful.

His breathing became more rapid, and beads of sweat dripped from his forehead, forming ripples on the ground.

"What...what is this?" Zi Ling asked again, her voice barely audible.

Her face grew even paler, a tear welled in the corner of her eye, and she gripped her longsword tightly, as if it were her only reliance.

Gu Ling was so frightened that she hid even tighter, her body trembling so badly that she almost lost consciousness.

Although Nie Hanshan pretended to be calm, his hand holding the long sword was covered in sweat, the veins on his forehead were bulging, and a trace of panic flashed in his eyes.