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Both sides were engaged in high-frequency friction, producing harsh sounds, and the fluctuations of battle were immense, making it difficult for the members of the Ghostly Execution Hall nearby to endure. The fight had reached a fever pitch.
The attacks were becoming faster and more powerful.
Both sides had reached a critical point in their output, with the two spirals trembling unstably, on the verge of shattering at any moment.
Boom!!!
Finally, unable to hold on any longer, both spirals—the golden and the black—exploded violently.
Buzz!~
A strong shockwave spread out in a circular pattern, affecting a vast area.
The entire Ghostly Execution Hall was clearly within this range. All members present in the hall turned to ashes before they could even react to the impact.
The entire hall was annihilated!
The fluctuations of battle were extremely intense and could be seen from a distance.
In the jungle, Ye Mingshang, who was already very close to the Ghostly Execution Hall, naturally witnessed this.
The residual waves from such a level of battle were already very close to his own level, causing him great anxiety.
"It seems Joan has already engaged them and has used some incredible technique. I hope he is alright..."
Ye Mingshang's expression was anxious, and in a desperate attempt, his speed suddenly increased.
At least he could now confirm that the battle was not entirely one-sided.
Because the aftermath of the battle brought forth two types of power. One was extremely righteous and strong, while the other was extremely righteous yet sinister.
The two forces were almost equal, neither stronger nor weaker than the other.
The righteous and strong power must belong to Joan without a doubt. Joan truly possessed a pure Yang constitution and usually focused on fire-based spells. He had never taught him such high-level spells, nor did he know where he learned them.
But it could be confirmed that it was indeed him. Because apart from him, there was no other Taoist capable of reaching this place.
Of course, this kind of power could not possibly be wielded by those from their evil cult; their bodies would be injured just by coming into contact with such power, let alone cultivating it.
"Faster, faster! We're almost there; you must hold on!"
Ye Mingshang roared anxiously in his heart.
Over there, the aftermath of the battle began to dissipate and slowly calm down.
The scene was filled with dust and smoke, obscuring visibility.
Suddenly, a gust of cold wind blew through, scattering all the dust.
Sha Qian was shrouded in a pitch-black robe, looking somewhat disheveled but not significantly harmed. He had hardly sustained any serious injuries; it was just that most of his Demon Slaves were dead, which pained him greatly.
After all, this was something he had painstakingly accumulated over hundreds of years.
Floating in the air, the only noticeable feature beneath the black robe was a pair of furious crimson eyes.
As the dust settled, Joan's figure finally appeared before them.
His condition was dire; his clothes were tattered, and he was covered in blood and dirt. His face was filthy, and his hair was disheveled.
He looked utterly disheveled.
In contrast to his opponent, who remained steadily floating in the air, he could only lie on the ground, struggling to even stand up.
He was injured, and severely so; he had reached the end of his strength.
Compared to his near-death state, Sha Qian had only sustained minor injuries, with the cost being merely some spectral souls and a single magical artifact.
In fact, wasn't this outcome predetermined from the very beginning?
Joan's offensive was strong, taking advantage in every aspect, but his power was slightly inferior to Sha Qian's.
On the other hand, while Sha Qian faced disadvantages in many areas, he held overwhelming superiority in terms of strength.
Ultimately, it was also due to both sides' techniques that caused energy instability, resulting in an explosion.
Sha Qian was far enough away to notice it early and could evade it easily.
Joan, however, could not; he had relied on his own flames to execute such a technique.
If he were to withdraw or flee, he would instantly be devoured completely by the Yin Hun Army.
He had no choice but to persist until he could break through the opponent's spell.
In fact, he did manage to do it, but the outcome was far from ideal.
Although the opponent's spell shattered, so did his own. The overwhelming force generated by the explosion nearly killed him, even though he was at the center of it.
However, even if he was still alive, he was merely hanging on by a thread, his life hanging by a moment.
A figure in a black robe, Sha Qian, slowly floated over, with only a pair of eyes visible, filled with rage.
Watching the opponent approach, Joan felt bitter in his heart.
"Indeed, I am still too weak. Can't I just kill him directly?"
He sighed inwardly.
"It seems I can only use that move. Unfortunately, I only have one chance."
As he watched Sha Qian slowly float closer, Joan felt no fear; he only hoped that he would come faster and closer.
As long as he could get within ten steps of him, one more move would be enough to ensure the opponent's complete demise.
But it was only one chance!
"Come a little closer, just a bit closer!"
Joan was already unable to stand, but her eyes were still filled with determination.
"You actually destroyed my treasure and turned my Ghostly Execution Hall into this state. If I don't refine you into Demon Slaves to suffer for eternity, my Heartache will never be resolved," Sha Qian's hoarse and piercing voice emerged from beneath his black robe.
However, Joan didn't pay any attention to what he was saying; her eyes were fixed on him as she silently counted in her mind.
"Fifty steps... forty steps..."
"Good eyes. It seems you are already prepared. In that case, I will mercifully strip away your soul myself, allowing you to truly experience the process of your own death. Don't worry, it will be very painful."
Sha Qian was not omnipotent and naturally could not guess what Joan was thinking. In his view, the exhausted Joan was already incapable of doing anything. Even if she had one last strike left, it would not affect him at all.
"Thirty steps... twenty steps... closer, a bit closer."
Joan's eyes widened as she silently shouted in her heart.
Eighteen steps...
Fifteen steps...
Thirteen steps...
Eleven steps!
"Stop right there!"
At that moment, Ye Mingshang rushed from afar, overcoming numerous obstacles and had already arrived close by.
From a distance, this scene came into view, and it was already too late to offer help, so a loud shout was all that could be done.
Sha Qian halted, remaining ten steps away.
What!
Joan was startled; he had been so focused that he hadn't noticed Ye Mingshang's arrival. Suddenly, he saw the other party stop in their tracks. He thought they were about to take action, which nearly drove him to despair.
"Just one step! Just one step!"
Joan shouted in his heart.
Suddenly, he spotted Ye Mingshang rushing toward him from afar.
"Is it the Master...?"
Looking up, he realized Sha Qian was intently watching the figure racing like the wind in the distance.
"One step! I'll give it my all!!!"
With all his strength, he leaped forward.
"Nine steps! That's enough!"
(To be continued.)
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