If I stay in the Hehuan Sect, I'll live off the pampered daughters of the Heavenly Pride Sect.

Faced with this deadly attack that was within reach, this tyrant who had dominated the demonic path for many years did not show much panic.

"You two vile women who only know how to use underhanded tricks think you can break my invincible body? You're just delusional and overestimating yourselves!"

He let out a roar like a ferocious beast on its deathbed, and poured the remaining demonic energy in his meridians into the black and gold armor on his chest like a river bursting its banks.

The indestructible tip of the Azure Spirit Sword slammed into the rapidly thickening black-gold protective mirror, unable to advance even an inch further.

The ear-piercing sound of metal scraping against metal, accompanied by dazzling sparks, directly illuminated the entire night sky filled with the scars of the ruins.

The terrifying recoil generated by the collision of the two extremely powerful forces surged wildly along the emerald green hilt of the sword.

Su Qingying felt her chest heaving with blood and qi, and the tiger's mouth holding the sword burst open and bled on the spot. She was pushed back several feet uncontrollably by this brute force.

"Senior Sister Su, just do your best to suppress it with your sword. As long as I am still standing at the core of this formation, the energy of this formation will never be cut off."

Mo Chengyue's calm and powerful voice rang out at the right moment in the center of the battle. He stepped on the mysterious Heavenly Gang Steps to fill the gap in the formation left by Su Qingying's retreat.

After a strange and intense struggle in mid-air, the three of them became completely connected.

With Mo Chengyue's upright and peaceful pure Yang true essence as the absolute core, it quickly evolved into a Taiji harmonious phantom image of Yin and Yang flowing endlessly.

"Sun, Moon, Man, and Sword Formation, activate to slay demons!"

Mo Chengyue roared in a low voice, his palms rapidly forming complex and obscure array hand seals in front of his chest, pouring his abundant true essence into the array diagram that gradually lit up beneath his feet.

The ancient formation perfectly fused and amplified Yu Jianhuan's alluring and seductive aura, which was highly corrosive, with Su Qingying's sharp and domineering sword energy.

The immense spiritual energy intertwined in the void, forming a gigantic millstone of light and shadow powerful enough to annihilate all things.

This enormous array plate, radiating an aura of destruction, descended from the sky, suppressing the young demon lord, who was in the stage of losing his old power and not yet generating new power, at the very center of the killing array.

The young demon lord was trapped in this terrifying strangulation formation, and to his despair, he discovered that his proud demonic energy attacks were being dissipated layer by layer by that strange rotating force when they touched the edge of the formation.

"So this strange sword formation is your biggest trump card. You wanted to wear me down with this grinding tactic?"

His voice turned cold and filled with endless resentment, and his scarlet eyes reflected Mo Chengyue's tall figure as he manipulated the formation.

"Once I kill you, the core linchpin of this formation, this broken formation will naturally crumble on its own, and you will all be buried with me!"

He decisively abandoned the idea of ​​using brute force to fight against the endless storm of sword energy on the outside, and crossed his arms in front of his chest to protect his vital points.

A chilling, blood-red crack slowly appeared between his brows, and an extremely sinister aura rapidly brewed within it.

A jet-black mental venomous spike, emitting a nauseating stench, shot out unimpeded from the crevice.

This bizarre soul attack completely ignored the obstacles of physical defense and went straight for Mo Chengyue, who was in charge of everything at the center of the formation.

This poisonous thorn, imbued with the power of a late-stage Core Formation cultivator's divine soul, easily pierced the depths of Mo Chengyue's sea of ​​consciousness.

The young master of the Heavenly Demon's fleshy face had just revealed a cruel, cold smile, as if he were preparing to savor the gruesome spectacle of his prey's soul being annihilated.

Before his smile could fully bloom, it turned into a horrified, distorted expression the next moment.

He sensed with immense fear that his usually invincible deadly poison thorn had failed to tear through the opponent's fragile consciousness.

Deep within Mo Chengyue's sea of ​​consciousness stood a solid mental barrier woven from countless golden runes.

That is a protective barrier that naturally arises from the deep cultivation of the Yin-Yang Virtue Harmony Scripture.

The domineering spiritual thorn was repelled the moment it struck the golden barrier by an even more powerful and magnificent rebounding force.

The young master of the Heavenly Demon let out a painful groan, his body swaying violently in mid-air, his entire face completely changing color due to the damage to his soul.

A mouthful of foul-smelling, blackened blood gushed from his mouth, staining his black and gold armor mottled and stained.

He stared at the handsome man who was still steadily manipulating the formation with a look of horror, as if he were looking at a monster.

"You're just a mere ant at the mid-stage of the Golden Core realm, how could you possibly possess such terrifying spiritual foundation that even Nascent Soul stage monsters might not have?"

"What a vicious and deceitful tactic! You've schemed against me today, but when the Heavenly Demon Sect's army invades, I'll make you wish you were dead!"

Faced with the enemy's roars and threats as they teetered on the brink of collapse, Mo Chengyue calmly maintained the operation of the formation, responding with a businesslike and rational tone.

"Save your pointless threats for the King of Hell in the underworld."

"I'm an honest and law-abiding man. Since I dared to take your life today, I will not give you any chance to warn me."

Just as the deadly battlefield at the center of the pit was engulfed in fierce fighting, a completely different and eerie scene unfolded in the shadows of a safe rock wall ten miles away from the main battlefield.

Jin Qiaoqiao sat cross-legged on the cold, rocky ground with a solemn expression, her body radiating a noble golden glow.

Her slender, fair right hand rested steadily against Lin Miaoyin's thin, wiry vest.

The pure and vibrant peacock demon power was flowing continuously from her palm into the other person's riddled meridians.

She was doing everything she could to suppress the deadly toxins that were wreaking havoc on her internal organs, trying to preserve the saintess's last breath.

"This woman's meridians are in complete disarray, like a tangled mess. Just how much of a vile drug did that damned demonic cultivator give her?"

Jin Qiaoqiao frowned and complained, her forehead covered in a fine layer of sweat from overworking her demonic energy.

After completely breaking free from the suppression of Mo Chengyue's upright and peaceful pure yang aura, the strange poison of lust lurking deep in Lin Miaoyin's blood began its most thorough and comprehensive counterattack.

The long-suppressed poison, like a wild beast breaking free of its strong cage, rampaged unchecked within her body.

Her once delicate body was now like a piece of burning charcoal, so hot that no one dared to touch it.

Her fair, jade-like skin was completely covered by a sickly and glaring flush, exuding an alluring sweet fragrance.

Lin Miaoyin was panting heavily, her smooth forehead covered with glistening sweat.