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With a deafening roar, the energy wave generated by the collision of two spells sent the opposing figures—a person and a Yin Soul Beast—reeling unsteadily.
The Giant Bat emitted a series of clicks from its mouth, flapping its wings again to unleash another chilling wind blade that howled toward the Silly Cultivator. This sudden attack not only changed the Silly Cultivator's expression drastically, but also left the other two cultivators looking pale and increasingly serious.
The previous clash of spells had been evenly matched, with neither side gaining an advantage.
However, the mana consumed by both parties in that exchange and their respective mana recovery rates were decidedly different.
The spell cast by the Silly Cultivator was called Blazing Decision.
It was immensely powerful but also drained a significant amount of mana. After casting this spell, he would be unable to launch another attack for at least three breaths.
In contrast, the Giant Bat faced no such limitations. Its spell was an innate ability known as Yin Wind Blade.
In essence, this spell could not compete with the Silly Cultivator's Blazing Decision.
Yet, the Giant Bat had a slight edge in mana realm over its opponent and was fighting in its home environment, which helped mitigate this disadvantage.
Moreover, the most crucial factor was that the Giant Bat's mana was not only more robust but also recovered at a much faster rate than its opponent's.
This allowed it to launch continuous attacks without restraint.
The blue lightning emitted by the Ghostly Cultivator earlier was actually his signature technique, a variant of Aqua Thunder.
Although this Aqua Thunder had intimidated the Giant Bat, it had also temporarily drained the Ghostly Cultivator's internal mana.
However, upon seeing the expression on the face of the Silly Cultivator, the Ghostly Cultivator realized that this companion, like himself, was unable to continuously unleash powerful spells to fend off their enemies.
Naturally, he would not call out to his companion, who was in danger. In such a situation, losing one more ally would make it even more perilous for the remaining two, especially for himself.
With a loud shout, the Ghostly Cultivator shook his hands, sending forth over ten azure Thunder Balls silently towards the Yin Wind Blade. The Thunderball Spell was more powerful than the Blazing Decision; with a resounding boom, it exploded the Yin Wind Blade and thundered towards the Giant Bat.
The Giant Bat flapped its wings and suddenly vanished, reappearing a moment later over ten feet away. As soon as it materialized, it furiously flapped its wings, unleashing another Yin Wind Blade aimed directly at the Ghostly Cultivator.
In this way, the two cultivators could only take turns to fend off the Giant Bat's frenzied attacks. The Elder glanced over and sighed deeply, revealing a look of determination as he sat cross-legged.
Seeing this unexpected action from the Elder, the Black Kirin displayed an expression of confusion that seemed almost human-like.
In the next moment, a shallow dish-shaped oil lamp appeared before the Elder. This Oil Lamp was palm-sized and unremarkable. One edge of the Oil Lamp revealed a short wick about an inch long.
The Elder's face grew serious as he began to chant incantations. As soon as the Oil Lamp appeared, the Black Kirin instinctively felt an immense panic that drove it into a state of inexplicable frenzy.
The Black Kirin let out a long roar, and black flames surged outwards in a burst, enveloping its entire form. From the outside, it appeared as nothing more than a strange mass of Black Flame.
This Black Flame emitted a scorching energy that was distinctly different from the surrounding Yin Qi environment.
After rolling about for a moment, a torrent of Black Flame erupted from within, accompanied by two streaks of purple lightning. They struck instantly against the Black Curtain in front of the Elder. The Black Curtain trembled repeatedly as it resisted the three spells.
The Black Kirin roared in anger once more and simultaneously unleashed three spells of its own. The relentless magical force struck against the Black Curtain.
This time, not only did the Black Curtain shake violently, but its color also began to fade gradually.
However, at the same time, the Black Flame surrounding the Black Kirin quickly weakened, revealing the true form of the Black Kirin once again.
At this moment, behind the Black Curtain, the Elder seemed to have completed his spell. His pale face appeared to have gained a few more wrinkles, and exhaustion was evident all over him.
Yet, a rare smile squeezed out from the Elder's face. He extended a finger and gently tapped it on the Oil Lamp in front of him. A small dot of Azure Flame ignited on the Wick, no larger than a bean.
This tiny flame seemed as if it could be extinguished with a snap of the fingers, showing no sign of intimidation.
However, upon seeing this light, the Black Kirin immediately fell into extreme panic and unease. The ground beneath its hooves echoed with clattering sounds as it stared intently at the small azure flame, taking steps backward. Its scales flared outward, displaying an appearance as if facing a great enemy and ready to flee.
But in the next moment, when the Black Kirin saw the Elder raise his hand and pluck that tiny azure flame from the air, it halted in its tracks. With a snort from its nostrils, it expelled two bursts of Black Flame, lowering its massive head while four more bursts of Black Flame erupted beneath its hooves.
Then came a loud bang as the Black Kirin surged forward like a bolt of black lightning, charging at the Elder.
The Elder let out a cold laugh as if he had anticipated this. He flicked his finger, sending that tiny Azure Flame floating toward the Black Kirin.
The moment the Azure Flame left the Elder's fingertip, the temperature in the entire space plummeted, as if the air itself had solidified.
The two battling factions, engaged in fierce combat, found their magical powers seemingly frozen and had to retreat to resist this sudden and bizarre chill.
Only the Black Kirin continued to charge straight at the Elder. Its body was engulfed in rolling Black Flame, smoke billowing from its nostrils as it desperately resisted the cold azure flame approaching it.
The flames of heat and cold collided in an instant, leading to an unbelievable occurrence.
As the tiny azure flame made contact with the roaring Black Flame of the Kirin, it did not extinguish upon impact nor did it create a massive explosion from their contrasting temperatures. Instead, at the moment of contact, the azure flame vanished with a swift motion.
In the next moment, the body of the Black Kirin came to an abrupt halt, and the raging Black Flame surrounding it vanished without a trace. In its place was a layer of icy blue frost, more than a foot thick.
Beneath the ice, the Black Kirin's anthropomorphic eyes revealed a hint of unwillingness and disbelief.
The Elder, despite his extremely fatigued and grim appearance, felt a great sense of satisfaction at having sealed the Black Kirin with a single strike.
He raised his hand and pointed at the Bronze Cymbals Artifact, which had failed multiple times before. He softly uttered the word "Slash."
As the Bronze Cymbal radiated brilliant light, a sudden, piercing scream erupted from the Elder.
Then he collapsed to the ground, shaking uncontrollably as if possessed by a demon. His Divine Sense and body seemed completely beyond his control.
The Bronze Cymbal dimmed in brightness and fell to the ground with a loud clang.
On this side, such a significant change caused panic for the two individuals and a Yin Soul Beast on the other side.
Although both the person and Yin Soul Beast here had lost their combat ability and appeared uncertain of their fate, the methods and states exhibited by both sides were exceedingly strange, leaving others unable to discern the cause.
However, the remaining two individuals and Yin Soul Beast soon fought for their lives again. Yet during the battle, they were exceptionally cautious, each harboring different thoughts.
After resting for a moment, Xunuo felt an emptiness within the Sea of Consciousness; his Mind Power was greatly affected. Feeling uneasy, he sent out a strand of Divine Sense into the Sea of Consciousness.
Upon inspection, there was nothing unusual except that the water in the Sea of Consciousness had actually dropped by more than a foot.
Xunuo stood above the Sea of Consciousness, staring blankly for a moment. He understood why this Spell required Dan Jue to reach the first layer of completion before it could be cultivated.
During this time of the Spell Sea Collapse, although it did not cause significant damage to Divine Sense, the lack of Mind Power on the road ahead would undoubtedly lead to adverse consequences.
At the very least, while searching for the traitors of the Limitless Merchant Alliance, the search range of Divine Sense would be greatly reduced.
However, in light of the current dangers, Xunuo found it difficult to make a good choice. With a sigh, Xunuo painfully exited the Sea of Consciousness.
At that moment, Thunderstorm had barely managed to stand up, one hand bracing against the cave wall while the other pressed against his forehead.
Thunderstorm had made a decision: regardless of whether this plan succeeded or failed, he would absolutely not have any further dealings with this boy.
The relationship between Thunderstorm and Xunuo was limited to their journey through the Underground City.
Yet throughout this journey, Xunuo's performance left Thunderstorm increasingly perplexed. Not only was he decisive in killing, but his methods were also bizarre.
Even someone as ruthless as Thunderstorm feared having unreliable teammates. Especially in life-and-death situations, having to hold back and guard against one's own allies could lead to failure in their plans.
Seeing that Thunderstorm had regained consciousness, Xunuo hurried over to comfort him and offer some explanations.
Xunuo had not anticipated that the Sea Collapse Spell would possess such immense power. The reality was far from his assumption that it would merely shake off their pursuers. Witnessing Thunderstorm's agonized expression made Xunuo quite uneasy.
However, when Thunderstorm caught sight of the small beast that Xunuo was holding upside down, his brows furrowed as he exclaimed, "Soulbinding Fox! I understand now."
Although Xunuo found Thunderstorm's words somewhat disjointed, he realized that he was referring to the small beast in his hands. Eagerly, Xunuo asked for clarification.
Thunderstorm nodded and said, "We need to make a decision quickly; there may be no time for further contemplation."
After a brief introduction of the little beast, known as the Soulbinding Fox, to Xunuo, the atmosphere shifted. Xunuo's expression turned cold as he addressed Thunderstorm, "Are you unwell from your journey, my friend?"
Thunderstorm quickly replied, "I am fine. My Divine Sense is slightly disturbed, but I can recover with some rest along the way."
Without further discussion, the two of them hurried down the passage.
The Soulbinding Fox is a low-level beast. While it holds little value for ordinary Cultivators, it is immensely valuable to those with Yin Spirit Roots, Dark Spirit Roots, or Ghost Cultivators.
The Soulbinding Fox is not a Yin Soul Beast; rather, it belongs to the category of Yin Spirit beasts. It is classified as an Extreme Yin Physique Beast that feeds on Yin Soul Beasts.
Upon hearing this, Xunuo posed a question: "If the Soulbinding Fox is a low-level beast, how can it possibly consume a Yin Soul Beast?" He understood that even a newly formed Yin Soul Beast would far surpass the Soulbinding Fox in cultivation.
At this point, Thunderstorm explained the two innate abilities of the Soulbinding Fox and expressed his concerns regarding the matter.
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