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Tianhao's attacks were completely unable to break through Hou's defenses.

The Haoyang Pearl struck the Hou's body, but it couldn't even penetrate the layer of dark gold light on its scales.

The Heavenly Law Decree was completely suppressed by the power of the Law-Breaking Technique, and all the methods he was proud of were rendered ineffective in the face of this ferocious beast.

He could only keep taking out life-saving jade talismans—each one was a fourth-tier technique bestowed by a Nascent Soul elder of the sect, comparable to a Nascent Soul strike.

The previous golden lightning, the later chains of fire, and just now the third jade talisman transformed into an ice crystal storm, barely freezing the Hou's movements.

He mentally counted his remaining life-saving methods. He had already used up three jade talismans, leaving him with only five.

These are all things he has accumulated over the years, and if things continue like this, he really won't be able to hold on any longer.

He looked up at the direction of the void—he knew that True Monarch Tianqing was there, and he also roughly knew why he hadn't made a move yet.

He cursed inwardly, determined to tell his master when he got back.

His master, True Lord Lingxu, is one of the five great seal masters of the Heavenly Law Divine Sect. Although he has not yet advanced to the Nascent Soul stage, his status within the sect is equal to that of a Nascent Soul cultivator, and even higher than True Lord Tianqing.

However, complaining is probably useless. The difference in status between Core Formation and Nascent Soul is obvious, and Master is unlikely to severely punish Tianqing Zhenjun for his sake.

He sighed. It seemed the Nascent Soul cultivator wouldn't intervene today; he would have to rely on himself.

He looked around.

On Lin Zhao's side, the Four Symbols Heavenly Gang Sword Formation trapped True Monarch Gray Owl within the formation, with silver-white sword light pouring down like a torrential rain, but it was unable to defeat a Nascent Soul Dharma Body in a short time.

The only one who could possibly break the deadlock is Bai Jing.

She was already the strongest of the three, and with her numerous unpredictable demonic methods and tenacious vitality, she would definitely win in a fight.

After all, her opponent was only a dharma body, not her true body, and couldn't possibly possess too many Nascent Soul techniques.

"Fellow Daoist Bai Jing,"

Tianhao's voice, amplified by spiritual energy, reverberated throughout the entire battlefield.

Bai Jing was engrossed in fighting the Azure Eagle Dharma Image and completely ignored him.

Tianhao gritted his teeth and went all out: "Sister Bai! Sister Bai, help me!"

Then Bai Jing paused for a moment.

Seeing that he had a chance, Tianhao decided to completely abandon all pretense of shame: "Fellow Daoist Jingjie! Sister Jingjing! Help!"

Tianhao's actions made him lose face in front of the two people beside him.

Whether Tianhao lives or dies is irrelevant.

But to call for help from his sister in front of Xuan Yang and You Lian would be a disgrace to Tian Qing and to the Tian Lu Divine Sect.

Youlian Zhenjun laughed so hard that the demon banner in her hand trembled and almost flew out of her grasp.

Xuan Yang Zhenjun also looked at Tian Qing Zhenjun with a strange expression. This was the Holy Son of the Tianlu Divine Sect, and his style of doing things was quite—

The battlefield below.

Bai Jing took the pale white skull pendant off her waist and tossed it casually in front of her.

The skull pendant swelled in the air amidst the wind, instantly transforming into a nearly thousand-foot-tall skeletal demon god.

The demon god's body was made up of countless stacked bones, its head was a huge dragon bone, and its eye sockets pulsed with scarlet demonic flames.

The White Bone Demon God roared and pounced on the Azure Eagle Dharma Image. The two enormous creatures clashed, each punch shattering bones and sending feathers flying.

Bai Jing finally escaped from the fierce battle.

She stopped for two reasons, firstly, because Tianhao had asked for help.

Tianhao's strength may not be much worse than hers. The Heavenly Law Dao Token, the Vast Sun Pearl, and the True Sun Spirit Shield are all top-tier equipment for any secret holy son.

But Hou is just too strong; if she were to go up there, the result would probably be similar.

If Tianhao really can't hold on, they'll be in big trouble.

Secondly, she had figured out the details of the Azure Eagle Dharma Form, and it was time for the battle to end.

She's getting serious now.

Bai Jing took a deep breath, raised the Thousand Bones Soul-Devouring Scythe high above her head, spun the scythe in her hand, pointed the blade at the void, and slashed it sharply.

Where the scythe passed, nine void rifts, each a hundred feet in size, were torn open. The edges of the rifts were jagged, and inside was a bottomless darkness, in which countless things were writhing.

Immediately afterwards, countless skeletal monsters poured out from the crack.

Not just a few, not just a few hundred—but hundreds of thousands, even millions, continuously pouring out from the nine cracks, like nine waterfalls of white bones flowing into the sea.

Various kinds of skeletal monsters fell into the sea and crawled out again. Some resembled giant crocodiles, some resembled giant pythons, and some were humanoid skeletons wearing tattered armor.

They densely covered the sea surface for hundreds of miles, turning the seawater black with demonic energy. The surrounding area was completely transformed into a demonic realm.

All the skeletal demons simultaneously raised their heads and roared, pale flames igniting in their eye sockets, before swarming towards the eagle's form like a tidal wave.

The Soul-Stealing Technique of Ten Thousand Bones: A powerful divine ability mastered by Bai Jing.

This is the true use of the White Bone Demonic Energy: connecting with the White Bone World beyond the realm and summoning the White Bone Legion.

Attack and defense are merely the most basic applications of the White Bone Demonic Energy.

One person can form an army, an endless sea of ​​bones—this is the true use of the White Bone Demonic Energy.

The eagle's form tried to fly away, but the white bone demon held it tightly.

The thousand-foot-tall white bone demon's arm locked the eagle's wings, and the white bone army piled up layer upon layer, engulfing the thousand-foot-tall Dharma image.

The eagle's avatar emitted a piercing cry, and a violent burst of wind erupted, each wind blade capable of shattering hundreds or thousands of skeletal demons.

But the number of skeleton legions was too great; as soon as one wave was cut down, two more waves would surge up, an endless stream of soldiers falling one after another.

As the nine void rifts slowly closed, millions of skeletal demons appeared on the battlefield.

They have completely submerged the image of the Azure Eagle. From the outside, the thousand-foot-tall eagle phantom can no longer be seen; all that can be seen is a mountain of white bones that is constantly writhing, collapsing, and rebuilding.

Although the Azure Eagle Dharma Form was not truly injured, it was entangled by millions of white bone demons and could not escape.

Bai Jing held the Soul-Devouring Scythe of Ten Thousand Bones horizontally in front of her.

She closed her eyes, and simultaneously channeled the demonic energy of destruction, the demonic energy of bones, and the demonic energy of the underworld into the scythe. The three demonic energies intertwined and swirled on the blade.

Her arms began to tremble slightly; she had gathered her strength to the limit, and this strike would be her full power.

Then she opened her eyes and swung her hands with all her might.

White Bone Soul-Devouring Slash.

A jet-black blade of light, hundreds of feet long, flew out from the scythe, tearing a thin black crack in the space where it passed.

The blade's edge slashed into the mountain of white bones, directly cutting through the eagle's avatar—like a hot blade cutting through grease, the thousand-foot-tall avatar was split in two.

The aftershock of the strike continued its momentum after penetrating the Dharma form, carving a black demonic scar that stretched for over ten miles across the sea. The seawater, corroded by the demonic energy, could not close up for a long time.

The phantom of the thousand-foot-tall eagle let out an extremely mournful cry, which stopped abruptly after only half of its sound.

The White Bone Soul-Devouring Slash not only shattered the Dharma Image, but also obliterated the divine consciousness attached to it.

The remaining fragments of spiritual energy hadn't even had time to dissipate before they were automatically absorbed by the Soul-Devouring Scythe of Ten Thousand Bones—the bone patterns on the scythe blade lit up for a while before returning to calm.

The eagle's Dharma form is destroyed.