Starting as a prodigy wanting milk? A world-destroying deception in the opposite direction.

Upon seeing this, Lu Renjia immediately stepped in front of Chen Xi, wielding his short sword to block all of the black-robed man's attacks.

His moves remain simple and deadly.

However, in order to protect Chen Xi, he gradually fell into a disadvantageous position, and his arms and back were slashed by the man in black robes.

"Leave this to me!"

Lu Renjia said in a deep voice, veins bulging on his forehead, clearly having given it his all.

Chen Xi shook her head, her eyes resolute:

"Let's fight the enemy together!" she said, and then rushed towards the man in black.

Just then, the array patterns set up by Xuanjizi suddenly lit up, and several gray beams of light shot out from the center of the array patterns.

One of the attacks was aimed directly at Chen Xi's back.

The beam of light was extremely fast and carried a destructive aura, leaving Chen Xi no time to react.

Lu Renjia took a step forward and shoved Chen Xi away, then turned around and stood in front of the beam of light.

A loud "bang" was heard.

The gray beam of light struck Lu Renjia in the chest, piercing through his body instantly, and blood spurted out, splashing onto Chen Xi's face.

"Lu Renjia!"

Chen Xi let out a piercing cry, her voice hoarse, and rushed toward Lu Renjia's fallen figure.

Lu Renjia turned his head with difficulty, looked at Chen Xi who was rushing towards him, a slight smile appearing on his lips, and said with his last bit of strength:

"Live well..."

Then his head lolled to the side and he remained motionless.

He still gripped the short knife tightly in his hand, the tip stuck in the ground, as if he were still protecting something.

The battle paused for a moment.

Chen Xi quickly threw herself onto Lu Renjia, tears instantly blurring her vision, her voice low and choked with sobs:

"Lu Renjia! Wake up!"

She held Lu Renjia tightly, oblivious to the blood soaking her clothes, repeating the same actions over and over again:

"I will live... I will live..."

This stillness of sorrow stands out starkly against the clamor of the battlefield, yet it is incredibly moving, as if the intense sounds of fighting around us have faded into the distance.

Wu Xian looked at the fallen Lu Renjia, his eyes red and tears welling up in his eyes.

The grief and anger in his heart intertwined, transforming into a violent mental force.

He charged madly towards the two black-robed men who were attacking Chen Xi:

"I kill you!"

His mental power surged, and in his anger, he broke through to the mid-stage of the first rank. His aura became increasingly fierce, and he punched one of the black-robed men in the face.

Caught off guard, the man in black was struck and forced to stagger backward, his nose shattered and bleeding profusely.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Li Qingyan delivered a final blow, his longsword piercing the black-robed man's heart. He coldly said:

"This sword strike is for Lu Renjia!"

Zhao Huaijin's arm was injured and bleeding profusely.

He endured the excruciating pain, swung his longsword horizontally, and wounded another black-robed man who had taken the opportunity to attack Wu Xian. He said in a deep voice:

"What are you staring at! Do you want him to die in vain?"

Upon hearing this, Wu Xian took a deep breath, stopped his tears, clenched his fists, and fought back-to-back with Li Qingyan and Zhao Huaijin, his eyes revealing anger and determination.

Seeing this scene, Shen Zhen felt a surge of intense grief and indignation.

The despairing power within him revived at this moment, more violent than ever before.

Beside the Fushen Terrace.

Yun Tianhe looked at the people and the spirits who were falling one after another, his eyes filled with heartache and despair.

His mental energy began to surge wildly, his white hair moved without wind, and his previously cloudy eyes became clear. His mental energy surged like boiling water.

"Master!" Mu Qingfeng sensed something was wrong and rushed over.

"What do you want to do?"

Yun Tianhe didn't turn around, but shouted to Mu Qingfeng:

"Uphold the rituals, protect the people!"

"I will suppress the wrath of God with my own body!"

His voice was old yet firm, carrying an undeniable resolve.

As soon as he finished speaking, Yun Tianhe's body began to become transparent, and his mental power transformed into a huge pillar of light that shot straight into the sky, like a giant pillar supporting the heavens.

Wherever the beam of light passed, countless memories vanished instantly.

Even the air was purified and became fresh. The Devourer and the Illusion Demon let out painful roars, their forms became much fainter, and they could no longer maintain their shapes.

"Master, no!"

Mu Qingfeng exclaimed in surprise and tried to rush over to stop it, but was bounced back by the aftershock of the beam of light.

He knew that his master was burning his own life force and mental power; this was a move that would lead to mutual destruction.

Yun Tianhe's body gradually became transparent in the pillar of light, his white hair fell out continuously, and his skin lost its luster, but he still maintained his standing posture.

He looked down at the people and the caretakers below, his eyes filled with love and reluctance.

Finally, he looked at Mu Qingfeng, his lips moved slightly as if he were saying something, but he could no longer make a sound.

The pillar of light lasted for the time it takes for an incense stick to burn. When the pillar of light dissipated, Yun Tianhe's figure completely disappeared, leaving only a wisp of light smoke.

A deathly silence fell over the world, and all the fighting ceased.

The Memory Demons in the square were mostly gone, and the auras of Devouring Demons and Illusory Desire Demons were also much weaker, no longer posing a threat.

"Master!"

Mu Qingfeng knelt down and kowtowed repeatedly, his voice hoarse, tears streaming down his face, oblivious to the blood welling up on his forehead, repeating the act over and over again:

"Master! Your disciple is unfilial!"

The people in the square spontaneously knelt down, kowtowing and praying in the direction where Yun Tianhe had disappeared, their cries suppressed and filled with sorrow.

"Master Yun sacrificed himself to protect us."

"May you rest in peace, Elder Yun. We will always remember your kindness."

"..."

Members of the royal family also bowed their heads in silent tribute, and Emperor Feng Hongyi looked solemn.

Even the black-robed men who were fighting paused for a moment, staring at the direction where the pillar of light dissipated, their eyes filled with complex emotions.

Upon seeing Yun Tianhe's sacrifice, the God-Soothing Warriors in the square were filled with grief and indignation, their fighting power instantly surging. They roared and charged towards the man in black robes, their eyes filled with the flames of revenge.

After a brief pause, the battle resumed, but it was even more brutal than before.

The crowd attacked the man in black with reckless abandon, each strike imbued with grief and indignation at Yun Tianhe's sacrifice.

Seeing this, Shen Zhen suddenly exerted his strength, and the white light of the Mind Ruler surged, forcing Song Yue back. He then turned and rushed towards the illusory image left by the Devouring Illusion, wanting to deliver a fatal blow.

"Prepare to die!"

Shen Zhen let out a low shout, and his mental power transformed into a huge blade of light, carrying an aura of destructive despair, slashing towards the giant face of the Devourer.

Caught off guard, the giant face was struck, and its body instantly dissipated, leaving only a wisp of faint green mist as it fled in a sorry state.

Seeing that things were not going well, the Illusionary Desire Demon tried to escape, but was stopped by Shen Zhenglan.

"Where do you think you're going!"

Shen Zhenglan forced the masked man back and struck out with a palm.

The golden psychic power, like a blazing sun, struck the heart of the Illusionary Desire Demon.

The illusionary demon's mist instantly shattered, letting out a shrill scream. The broken mist surged wildly, trying to scatter and escape.

However, Shen Zhenglan's golden mental power followed closely, constantly annihilating every wisp of mist.

"God, save me!"

The illusion cried out in despair.

Hearing the cries for help, a figure in black robes in the distance broke free from his opponent and captured a wisp of the illusionary demon's mist.

Seeing that Yun Tianhe was fighting to the death and that Yi Hui had suffered heavy losses, and that more than half of his own black-robed men had also been killed or wounded, the masked leader knew that he would not gain any advantage today.

He forced Gu Qing back with a single move. The golden and gray psychic powers collided, and both of them retreated a few steps, suffering minor injuries.

But the masked leader was unwilling to retreat so easily. His eyes hardened, and he shouted at Xuanji Zi:

"Activate the final array power to trap them!"

Xuanji Zi obeyed the order, and the remaining array patterns lit up again. Several low-level Divine Blessing cultivators were unable to dodge in time and were bound by the array patterns.

"Help me!"

Several of the spirit mediums screamed in agony.

Upon seeing this, Shen Zhen, Lei Lie, and the others immediately turned around and rushed to their aid, rescuing them to a safe area. However, they themselves were struck by the aura of the array patterns, and their chests felt tight.

"withdraw!"

The masked man at the head shouted, his voice tinged with resentment.

Upon hearing this, the group of men in black robes retreated in an orderly fashion, heading deeper into the black mist without the slightest panic.

Song Yue glanced at Shen Zhen, then her figure gradually disappeared into the black mist.

Xuanji Zi quickly retracted the array patterns, and the light of the array patterns gradually faded, causing the invisible barrier to disappear.

The masked leader left behind a cold, threatening, and provocative statement:

"This isn't over yet! You heretics will eventually be punished by God!"