High-level martial arts: Long spear with black flames to suppress demons.

Several Zhou family cultivators, who had just escaped the guards' entanglement, arrived nearby and happened to witness this horrifying scene.

The middle-aged man at the head of the group froze in place, his gaze falling on the blood-soaked, aged face. He was utterly terrified: "Elder?!"

He could hardly believe his eyes.

From the moment Zhou Chongxuan entered the city alone to the moment he was annihilated, only a few breaths had passed! The cripple who had been lying on the stone platform, barely breathing, now stood proudly like a god of death, with drops of Zhou Chongxuan's blood dripping from the blade of his spear onto the ground.

After a brief silence, the man's eyes widened in fury, and he shouted angrily, "Kill him!"

Several powerful auras surged into the sky simultaneously. A long sword pierced through the still-lingering black flames, aiming straight for Shen Chang'an's throat.

The two men on his left and right raised their hands simultaneously, and pale white spiritual light attacked from both sides, attempting to break down his defenses in advance.

Murong Yan stepped forward and intercepted one of them with a palm strike.

Murong Qing also mustered his inner energy, and Fangcun Liunian suddenly spread out on the city wall, causing the several killing moves that were attacking Shen Chang'an to be delayed for a moment.

However, her injuries were too severe, and as soon as the spell was completed, a trickle of blood once again spilled from her lips.

Shen Chang'an raised his spear to parry the deadly longsword, and used the momentum to slide back half a step.

The wounds on my chest and abdomen were pulled violently, and excruciating pain struck again.

"He's at his last gasp; he won't last much longer!"

The middle-aged man stared at Shen Chang'an's pale face, his voice filled with ruthlessness.

"Don't give him a chance to breathe!"

......

On the sea, a deep rumble suddenly came from the demonic energy passage.

The demons, which had just been pushed back by the demon army, scattered to both sides, and a hand covered with dark red armor emerged from the churning black mist.

Immediately afterwards, a tall figure slowly stepped onto the sea surface.

It was a monster resembling a middle-aged human, with grayish-white skin, no hair on its head, and a forehead that extended backward, forming several smooth ridges. It was bare-chested, with a layer of dark red armor plates covering its chest and abdomen, and a row of broad bony ridges rising from its back.

A pair of gray-black shoulder armor was fastened on his shoulders.

The shoulder armor was asymmetrical, its surface covered with tiny scratches, and its edges were tightly connected to the flesh, flickering slowly with his breathing.

Another true name species.

Cang Wulan had just torn apart an eighth-realm demon when he looked up and saw the newcomer; his eyes immediately darkened.

The engravings on the demon's shoulder armor lit up simultaneously, drawing in the surging demonic energy from the surrounding area and pressing it into a thick layer of black mist in front of him.

He raised his hand and pushed forward.

The black mist crashed head-on into the demon race's lines.

Several bolts of lightning struck, blasting large craters that were quickly filled with subsequent demonic energy. Only when the leading demons attacked simultaneously could the black mist be temporarily slowed down, but the warships that were originally advancing were forced to stop as a result.

Mi Hai looked back and was surprised to see him come out as well.

"Yan Shuo, what are you doing out here?"

The newly arrived True Named Being looked at her: "The master thinks you're too slow; you can't even take down a bunch of beasts."

Mi Hai was very displeased and was about to retort when Yan Shuo attacked the demon army.

As he approached, the demonic energy scattered across the sea began to converge on the demon army's defensive line. The corpses of the slain demons were also drawn into it, and the lingering power was gradually extracted, making the black mist even denser.

Lu Qingyan stood at the bow of the ship and immediately waved the command flag.

"Keep the front line under control, don't touch that black mist!"

The command was still a little slow.

A demon cultivator had just pulled his weapon from the shattered body of a demon when a wisp of black energy clung to the back of his hand. He hurriedly circulated his demonic power, trying to expel it, but tiny dark lines appeared beneath his skin, and a piercing pain shot through his entire arm.

His comrades immediately dragged him back to the rear of the formation.

This situation occurred repeatedly in different locations.

Killing the monster does not mean the danger is over. The escaping demonic energy mixes with the seawater and blood mist, corroding weapons and array patterns, and may even seep into the body through unhealed wounds.

The demon army had to devote a large amount of its strength to resisting these ubiquitous invasions.

Several powerful demons of the Sky Roc clan ascended into the sky, their wings flapping simultaneously, creating a gale that pushed the approaching black mist away from the warship. However, the wind could only blow it away; it could not truly eliminate the demonic energy.

The dispersed black mist regrouped in the distance, only to be drawn back by Yan Shuo.

The already tilted situation has once again reached a stalemate.

......

On the city wall, a sword flash grazed past Shen Chang'an's shoulder.

The arm formed of flames was severed in half, then reformed. He slightly shifted his body to avoid the subsequent thrust of the sword, but his gaze swept over the pale white light in front of his opponent.

It is also the innate Taiyi True Understanding.

But the person in front of him was far inferior to Zhou Chongxuan.

Shen Chang'an suddenly took a step forward.

Several bolts of lightning shot out from the Thousand Transformations, striking the middle-aged man head-on. He immediately raised his sleeve to deflect the lightning, and just as the pale white light dissipated, a spatial node suddenly appeared beneath his feet.

His movements paused for a moment, as if he wanted to dodge, but this pause was just to attract attention.

He realized what was happening, quickly regained his senses, and thrust out his sword.

But Shen Chang'an had already flashed in front of him, the Thousand Transformations Spear spinning, directly knocking away the longsword, and then stabbing into his chest as the opponent withdrew his hand.

The middle-aged man's eyes widened suddenly. Just as the outline of the spirit behind him appeared, Shen Chang'an pressed his hand down on his shoulder.

Black flames surged from the flaming arm, rolling upwards along the shoulder and neck.

"Get out of the way!"

A Zhou family cultivator nearby immediately tried to pull his companion away. Shen Chang'an, however, had already turned his spear sideways, using the body of the wounded man as a shield against the attack, and then pulled the Thousand Transformations outward.

The gunshot drew out a large amount of blood.

The middle-aged man staggered backward. His chest wound was not yet fatal, but the black flames that had entered through the wound had already ignited inside his body.

He hurriedly activated his internal energy technique, trying to melt the flames.

Shen Chang'an didn't give him time to cast a spell. The Thousand Transformations in his palm suddenly extended, and the spearhead once again crossed the distance between the two of them, piercing into their brows.

The newly emerged soul was pinned to the spot and then swallowed up by the black flames.

Another Eight Realms expert has fallen.

The attacks of the remaining Zhou family cultivators finally came to a halt.

Shen Chang'an withdrew his spear, his chest heaving violently, blood seeping from his lips. Yet his grip on the spear remained steady, and when his gaze swept across the faces of the remaining men, one of them instinctively took a half-step back.

Several demon soldiers who came to their aid took the opportunity to land on the city wall, surrounded them, and took over the battle with the Zhou family.

"Inspector Shen, you can leave this to us!"

He nodded, and Murong Yan came to Shen Chang'an's side. Just as he was about to tell Shen Chang'an to retreat to the rear, he noticed that Shen Chang'an was looking up at the sea.

In the distance, a vast expanse of demonic energy was approaching.

The array patterns outside the city wall were eroded and kept flickering, even the golden and red light that originally hung down from above was obscured.

Shen Chang'an stared for a moment, then slowly raised the arm formed from flames.

He immediately began to reactivate his spiritual domain. The branches and leaves of the phoenix tree swayed behind him, and his spiritual power, which had not yet fully recovered, surged along his meridians, causing the color in his face to fade slightly. As he clasped his hands together, a fire seal slowly took shape.

Then, a wisp of black flame rose into the sky, slowly rotating under the guidance of hand seals, forming a ring of pitch-black fire. The second ring followed closely behind, and the third ring intersected with the first two, gradually converging into a vortex of flame that collapsed inward.

The vortex continuously drew in the surrounding demonic energy, and the first to be affected was the patch of demonic mist approaching the city wall.

The demonic mist rose along the rotating ring of fire, and as soon as it entered it, it was engulfed by the black flames and quickly burned away. The shadow that had covered the city wall quickly thinned, and a golden light shone on the array patterns again.

Shen Chang'an's breathing eased slightly.

He channeled the spiritual energy generated from burning demonic energy back into his body, part of which replenished his consumption, while the other part was sent back into the sky, causing the vortex to continue to expand.

The demon cultivators outside the city quickly noticed the change.

The black energy clinging to the weapons began to loosen and drift towards the sky. Several array patterns that originally required constant infusion of power to maintain also gradually stabilized as the surrounding demonic energy faded.

Peng Lie looked up and immediately flapped his wings.

The gale changed direction, no longer blowing the demonic mist into the distance, but instead sending the black mist that had accumulated nearby into the vortex above the city.

Black flames suddenly surged up.

More and more demonic energy was drawn into the sky, forming several long, dark streams that merged with the ever-swirling flames. The vortex did not rashly engulf the True Name Seeds, but instead remained firmly suspended above the defensive line, devouring the demonic energy dissipating across the battlefield.

Freed from the harassment of demonic energy, the demon army was finally able to act with complete freedom.

Several warships moved forward again, their accumulated magic sweeping across the bows and blasting the demons ahead into pieces. The black mist emanating from the corpses was swept upwards as soon as it dissipated, no longer having a chance to infiltrate the surrounding demon cultivators.

Yan Shuo slowly raised his head.

The black mist he had just gathered was being drawn away from its edges. No matter how he tried to pull it, a portion of the demonic energy would always escape his control and fall into the black flames.

Mi Hai also looked towards Zhenhai City.

She saw the young man standing on the city wall, who still only had one fleshy arm. Her expression gradually turned cold. The man was still alive!