Translator: CinderTL
Song Wen's body suddenly swelled, transforming into a three-zhang-tall Giant Corpse.
He abruptly rose into the air, charging toward the Ant King leading the charge.
The Ant King swung its razor-sharp mandibles, like two piercing daggers, accompanied by the whistling sound of air tearing apart as it lunged toward the Giant Corpse.
At the moment before their blades clashed, a short blade suddenly appeared in Song Wen's hand.
The blade was only a foot long, appearing tiny in the Giant Corpse's massive hand, like a giant holding an embroidery needle.
Song Wen could only pinch the blade between his thumb and forefinger.
The Ant King, previously radiating ferocious aggression, suddenly became utterly panicked at the sight of the blade.
But how could Song Wen let it escape so easily?
With a sweeping arc of his long arm, a cold light flashed through the air.
The Ant King's seemingly impenetrable carapace tore apart like cloth, yielding effortlessly to the blade.
The Ant King let out a mournful shriek, its voice filled with despair and agony.
The instant the blade pierced its carapace, a blood-red longsword seized the opportunity to plunge into its body.
Sword Qi surged from the longsword, sweeping out like a torrential storm.
The Gold-Eating Ant's carapace was exceptionally tough, but its internal organs were surprisingly fragile.
The Sword Qi raged through the Ant King's body, instantly shredding its tissues into a bloody pulp.
In an instant, the Ant King's life force vanished!
Its corpse suddenly disappeared, absorbed into Song Wen's Storage Ring.
The Ant King that had been struck by the Focused Spirit Stab, momentarily disoriented, had fallen behind and inadvertently escaped death.
Witnessing its companion instantly slain, it dared not approach Song Wen and hastily turned toward the Ant Queen above.
Song Wen didn't pursue, for the Eight-Headed Fire Dragon had already swooped down upon him.
He activated the Blood Sea Seal he had retrieved, transforming it into a Blood Sea to block the fire dragons. Then, he leaped toward the formation barrier.
Outside the formation, Gui Ni urgently channeled the Nine Nether Yin Fire scattered across the barrier, converging it toward Song Wen's position.
"This formation traps Ji Yin, but it also prevents us from directly attacking him," Xue Mei said.
Gui Ni replied, "It's a necessary measure. Ji Yin not only possesses the Substitute Technique but also knows escape techniques like the Minor Teleportation Talisman and Blood Escape Technique. Without this formation to confine him, no one could stop him from fleeing! Moreover, his Substitute Technique can be used repeatedly. I wonder if it's because his soul is exceptionally powerful, or if the version he practices has unique properties?"
Xue Mei said, "Drain his Spiritual Power as much as possible. Ideally, you should force him to use several Substitute Puppets. Even if he breaks the formation and flees, I have a way to track him."
Gui Ni nodded heavily.
Under his control, the Eight-Headed Fire Dragon broke through the Blood Sea's blockade and lunged toward Song Wen.
In front of Song Wen, on the formation barrier, a thick layer of black flames had gathered, resembling a surging, roaring wall of fire.
A bizarre scene unfolded on Song Wen's body.
Transformed into a Giant Corpse, his left hand gripped a short spear crackling with lightning, while his right hand clutched a short blade that constantly emitted an incredibly sharp, metallic aura.
The Giant Corpse thrust its left hand forward, unleashing an instant torrent of endless lightning.
The thunder surged forth like a silver flood, crashing against the black fire wall.
The silver lightning and black flames intertwined, tearing at each other, consuming each other.
Under the relentless assault of the thunder, the black fire wall began to gradually dissipate.
Just as the black fire wall was about to completely collapse, the Eight-Headed Fire Dragon arrived.
Just as Song Wen was about to fail once again, his right hand suddenly swung downward with all his might. The Soul Cleaving Blade flew from his grasp, plummeting toward the ground with lightning speed.
On the ground below, a six-foot-tall Corpse Puppet had appeared out of nowhere.
The Corpse Puppet's body was shriveled and blackened, with multiple areas of decaying flesh exposing its eerily golden bones.
This was clearly a Fourth-Tier Peak Corpse Puppet.
The Corpse Puppet caught the Soul Cleaving Blade, stomped its foot, and shot forward like a phantom, directly slamming into the Formation barrier.
The blade struck the barrier, instantly tearing a three-foot-long crack through it.
Yet the barrier didn't shatter.
Instead, black Nine Nether Yin Fire suddenly surged from the crack, as if trying to mend it.
Meanwhile, Song Wen was caught in the Eight-Headed Fire Dragon's vortex, his physical body instantly torn to shreds.
Seizing the opportunity, he activated his Life Substitution Art, appearing before the crack.
Song Wen retrieved the Corpse Puppet and caught the Soul Cleaving Blade.
Gathering all his strength, he swung the blade with a mighty roar. The resulting blade light, like a rampaging dragon, cleaved through the crack with unstoppable force.
Where the blade light struck, the crack instantly widened, rapidly spreading toward the dome above.
The Formation barrier could no longer hold. It began to tremble violently, as if it would shatter at any moment.
Gui Ni knew the Formation couldn't last. Gritting his teeth, he stopped trying to maintain its operation and instead focused all his energy on summoning the Nine Nether Yin Fire.
Instantly, the Nine Nether Yin Fire on the barrier converged from all directions, breaking free and surging toward Song Wen.
Just before the black flames could engulf him, Song Wen activated the Blood Sea Seal, forming a cocoon of blood around his body.
Boom!
The blood cocoon, like a lone boat on a vast ocean, was instantly consumed by the Nine Nether Yin Fire, swept away toward Tiancang Mountain.
At that moment, the Nine Nether Yin Fire Formation collapsed completely.
The Nine Nether Yin Fire and the Eight-Headed Fire Dragon dissipated.
Song Wen's figure reappeared.
The blood cocoon was gone. His massive corpse was tattered and severely wounded.
At his feet lay a sea of blood, stretching all the way to the foot of Tiancang Mountain.
Yu Wen, remembering Song Wen's warning, immediately deactivated Tiancang Mountain's Sect Protection Array.
"Flee!"
Her thunderous roar echoed through every corner of Tiancang Mountain.
Thousands of disciples from the Asura Sect scattered in all directions, each employing their own methods of escape. Some soared through the air, others rode swords, while still others piloted flying ships. A few even cast flight spells.
Gui Ni had no time to concern himself with these ordinary disciples.
He held a Black Ghost Banner in his hand and waved it gently, unleashing a wave of Ghost Qi.
The surging Ghost Qi instantly enveloped Song Wen.
However, Song Wen's towering corpse immediately collapsed into a cloud of blood mist, which dissipated into the air.
It was merely a blood shadow clone.
Gui Ni was momentarily stunned. Then, his vast Spirit Sense surged forth, instantly encompassing a radius of four hundred miles.
Yet, he found no trace of Song Wen.
At that moment, his peripheral vision caught sight of the Blood Sea on the ground rapidly shrinking, eventually disappearing into Tiancang Mountain.
Gui Ni immediately understood. Ji Yin must have hidden among the fleeing Asura Sect disciples, hoping to escape in the chaos.
"Ji Yin, you despicable coward! Using your own disciples as cover!"
Roaring in fury, Gui Ni's Ghost Banner seemed to connect with the underworld. Boundless Ghost Qi surged forth like a churning ink cloud, engulfing the surroundings.
(End of the Chapter)
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