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Shen Mo nodded, taking one last look at the temporary camp and the faces—some familiar, some unfamiliar, all filled with determination and resolve. He suppressed the last vestige of distraction in his mind.

"Set off!"

At the command, the camp came to life instantly, like a pool of water churned with a boulder, yet with an eerie silence.

Shi Tie let out a low roar, raised his giant axe, and strode ahead towards the north outside the valley. Behind him, the elite warriors of the Battle Hall and the disciples of the Green Wood Temple followed closely, like a silent torrent, quickly disappearing into the vast twilight and rugged rocks.

The heavy footsteps and the clattering of armor plates quickly faded into the distance, leaving only a faint cloud of dust.

Fairy Ling Shuang and Leng Yue exchanged a glance and nodded. The Xuanbing Pavilion disciple moved swiftly, like a wisp of pale blue mist, silently darting towards the west side of Burial Soul Valley. His speed was extremely fast, and he disappeared into the dim sky in the blink of an eye.

The camp suddenly became much emptier, with only Shen Mo, Su Xiao, three Shadow Guard assassins, and the busy crowd from the Hundred Herbs Sect and the Green Wood Clan behind them.

Shen Mo withdrew his gaze and looked at Su Xiao and the three assassins: "Let's go too. Target: Point A."

Without further ado, the five figures moved simultaneously, transforming into five faint, almost imperceptible phantoms, merging into the increasingly dense night, and sped off towards the most dangerous and unexpected cliff on the west side of Burial Soul Valley.

Night completely enveloped the desolate mountains of the northern desert.

The Valley of Burial Souls lies quietly nestled among the mountains, like a colossal beast lurking in the darkness, exuding bloodlust and malice.

Inside the valley, lights were scattered, but more prevalent were the eerie glows emanating from the array in operation—a ghastly green phosphorescent light, a dark red blood-red glow, and a ghostly blue flame, all intertwined, illuminating the vast valley in a bizarre and grotesque way, adding to its sinister and terrifying atmosphere.

In the center of the valley, the giant altar, which is tens of feet high and built with countless "Nine Nether Cold Iron" and "Blood Soul Crystals", is nearing completion.

The altar is shaped like a nine-story pagoda, with each level carved with countless twisted and tormented faces of living beings and enigmatic evil runes. At this moment, it is slowly drawing in the churning blood energy and vengeful spirits from the nine enormous blood pools around it, emitting a terrifying, boundless evil energy that seems to connect to the deepest depths of the Netherworld.

At the top of the altar, three enormous, dark red banners floated, pulsating slowly like hearts. The banners moved without wind, fluttering and rustling, and with each pulsation, they caused a surge of evil energy in the valley.

Below the altar, three elderly men, dressed in dark red robes embroidered with ferocious ghost heads, with withered faces and eyes as deep as ancient wells, sat cross-legged in a triangular formation. They were the presiding members of this blood sacrifice—three late-stage Golden Core elders of the Xuan Yin Sect: Blood Soul, Bone Fiend, and Yin Nightmare.

Their auras were obscure, and their bodies were shrouded in a dense aura of bloodlust and a faint, chaotic fluctuation that did not belong to this world. Clearly, they had already established a significant connection with the power of the extraterrestrial demons.

Scattered around them were hundreds of powerful Xuan Yin Sect cultivators, guarding them vigilantly.

At the valley entrance, three layers of arrays shimmered with light, guarding the only passage tightly. Hundreds of Xuan Yin Sect cultivators were stationed here, and patrol teams of cultivators moved back and forth inside and outside the valley, maintaining a high level of vigilance.

Everything seemed orderly, just waiting for midnight to arrive so that the heaven-defying blood sacrifice could be performed, the "gateway" could be opened, and "holy power" could be drawn in.

However, this "order" and "waiting" were abruptly shattered at the beginning of Hai hour by a sudden, earth-shattering roar!

"Boom—!!!"

Like a mountain collapsing and the earth splitting apart, or like ten thousand thunderclaps roaring! Outside the southern entrance of the Burial Soul Valley, about a hundred feet away from the outermost layer of "Bewitching Miasma", the earth suddenly exploded into a huge crater!

The violent, earthy-yellow spiritual energy, mixed with sharp golden light, shot into the sky like a volcanic eruption, instantly leveling several nearby hills!

The terrifying shockwave, carrying countless rubble and broken logs, slammed into the "Bewitching Mist" at the valley entrance, causing violent fluctuations in the formation and a piercing shriek!

Immediately following, a second, a third... a series of fierce attacks, long in the making, poured down from the darkness outside the valley like a sudden storm!

A massive, pillar-like axe, gleaming with an earthy yellow light, crashed down; a dense rain of golden arrows, as sharp as locusts and with immense penetrating power, rained down; and the "Earthquake Chain Array," set up by the disciples of the Green Wood Temple to detonate the earth's vein energy, was activated with a deafening roar, causing a small-scale earthquake!

"Enemy attack—!!!"

The piercing alarm instantly resounded throughout Burial Valley! The guards at the valley entrance were thrown into chaos, their array lights flashing wildly as they tried to resist this sudden and violent attack.

Countless Xuan Yin Sect cultivators rushed out of their tents, looking in panic at the dazzling light and billowing dust of the spiritual energy explosion outside the valley.

"Don't panic! Maintain the formation! It's a feint! Scout the enemy's situation!" A mid-stage Golden Core leader stationed at the valley entrance shouted sternly, trying to calm the troops.

However, the attack came too suddenly and too fiercely, especially the giant axe chopping with violent power and the earth-shaking formation, which put considerable pressure on the outermost "bewitching miasma". The formation's light screen rippled violently, as if it might be torn open at any moment.

However, the attack came too suddenly and too fiercely, especially the giant axe chopping with violent power and the earth-shaking formation, which put considerable pressure on the outermost "bewitching miasma". The formation's light screen rippled violently, as if it might be torn open at any moment.

"Damn it, how many people have come outside?! This commotion..." A Xuan Yin Sect cultivator's face turned pale.

"It's the Battle Hall of Qingyun Sect! And they even have formations to assist them! It must be that bastard Shen Mo who brought his men!" another person exclaimed.

"Quickly! Request reinforcements from within the valley! Ask the elders for a decision!"

The valley entrance was instantly thrown into chaos, with the defensive focus completely drawn to the due south direction.

No one noticed, or rather, under the cover of such a fierce feint attack, that on the west side, in the direction of the towering, windswept, and spatially chaotic cliff, several shadows, deeper and more concealed than the night, like geckos slithering along a wall, or like ghosts blending into the shadows, were climbing silently and with astonishing speed and precision along the tiny cracks and protrusions carved by the winds over the years, towards the top of the cliff.

It was Shen Mo, Su Xiao, and three Shadow Guard assassins!

Shen Mo took the lead, his figure like a wisp of smoke, clinging tightly to the cold rock wall. He did not use any escape techniques, but relied entirely on his physical strength and exquisite spiritual power to move and dodge on the near-vertical cliff.

Within his sea of ​​consciousness, the Myriad Laws Source Pearl shone with a clear light, amplifying his perception to the extreme. He could not only clearly "see" every tiny protrusion and crack on the rock wall that could provide leverage, but also "sense" in advance those invisible, violent gales in the air ahead that were powerful enough to easily tear apart the bodies of Golden Core cultivators, as well as the more hidden, more dangerous, and intermittently appearing minute spatial cracks!

His movements appeared relaxed and casual, as if he were strolling leisurely, but in reality, they were extremely dangerous.

Several times, the sharp, knife-like gale almost grazed his clothes, shearing off pieces of the hard rock; on another occasion, a tiny, almost invisible black spatial rift silently appeared three feet in front of him. If the Myriad Laws Source Pearl had not given him a warning in advance, allowing him to instantly shift half a foot to the side, the consequences would have been unimaginable.