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

Just as the two were about to collide, the golden light descending from the Xuan Yuan Zhen Hai Xi suddenly intensified, pressing his shoulders and back downwards.

Shen Chang'an simultaneously turned his body to the side, the sharp edge of the bone grazing his sternum and piercing into his ribs.

The newly repaired flesh was torn open again, and blood gushed out from the dark red bone. Shen Chang'an's body jolted, but his hand holding the gun steadily moved forward.

The Thousand Transformations pierced Yan Shuo's shoulder.

That's where the shoulder armor connects to the flesh.

The spearhead tore through a layer of dark red armor plates and pressed against the edge of the gray-black stone. Yan Shuo's shoulder tightened, and he immediately channeled his power, trying to shake the spear away.

But a burning hand gripped his forearm tightly.

The flames on Shen Chang'an's golden fiery arm quickly turned pure black, spreading wildly along the bone blade.

The next moment, the Great Sun Phoenix Wheel slashed down from above.

Yan Shuo had no choice but to raise his other arm to defend himself, but the phoenix feathers hanging from the Nine Heavens Phoenix Robe had already wrapped around his elbow. In the brief moment of hesitation, the golden wheel landed heavily on his shoulder armor, splitting the entire piece of stone armor inward.

Tiny cracks appeared on the surface of the stone slab.

Shen Chang'an twisted the spear in his hand.

Black flames surged into the crack along the spearhead.

Yan Shuo's body suddenly stiffened.

Previously, when suppressed by the three supreme treasures, he was still resisting, even attempting to kill Shen Chang'an in close combat. But now, as the black flames truly penetrated the shoulder armor, fear finally appeared in those usually cold eyes.

He jerked his hand back, trying to break free from the other person's control.

The bone shard was pulled from under his ribs, drawing a large amount of blood. Shen Chang'an groaned, his fiery hand almost shattered, yet it still gripped his arm.

"Don't let him leave!"

Upon receiving the order, Du Yue immediately began to tighten the dragon patterns and phoenix feathers.

The body that Yan Shuo had just moved away was pressed back into place.

Black flames suddenly surged from the crack in the shoulder armor.

The ancient engravings lit up one after another, trying to push the flames outward. But Shen Chang'an no longer devoted any energy to casting other spells. All the black flames released from the spiritual realm surged in along the Thousand Changes, penetrating deep into the stone slab along the cracks.

Yan Shuo opened his mouth and let out a roar.

Suddenly, the flesh on his right shoulder split open on its own, attempting to peel away the corroded part of the shoulder armor along with it. However, the patterns between the two shoulder armor plates remained connected, and black flames had already spread along the connection point on his back, burning towards the stone slab.

He could discard his flesh and blood, but he couldn't simply throw away his foundation like he had peeled off his wounded scales.

Yan Shuo suddenly swung his left arm, slamming it into Shen Chang'an's shoulder.

A muffled cracking sound rang out.

Shen Chang'an's body sank downwards, and blood, which he could no longer suppress, sprayed between the two of them. But the spear remained in the crack in his shoulder armor.

The Great Sun Phoenix Wheel pressed down again.

Golden flames enveloped Yan Shuo's left arm, intercepting his next attack. Du Yue's phoenix feathers swept over, supporting Shen Chang'an's almost unsteady body, and pulled Yan Shuo back a little.

The ever-changing spearhead remains connected to the stone slab.

Black flames had already begun to burn within it.

As the first complete engraving disappeared, the dark red armor plates on Yan Shuo's body began to peel off. Immediately afterwards, a clear, crisp sound came from deep within the shoulder armor, and a dull stone chip burst out from the crack.

Mi Hai, who was in the distance, suddenly turned his head.

Que Shi also sensed the sudden weakening of the aura and tried to help.

But it was too late.

The stone slab of Nightmare shattered completely, and black flames erupted from within, engulfing the remaining patterns. The powerful body lost its support, its shoulders and back rapidly collapsing, and its once solidified flesh began to disintegrate outwards.

He was still struggling, but no complete sound could come out of his open mouth.

Shen Chang'an finally released his fiery hand that was gripping him, and thrust the gun forward.

The Thousand Transformations pierced through his chest, and black flames engulfed his entire body.

Yan Shuo's body disintegrated in the fire. The remaining demonic energy had just dispersed when it was pulled up by the high-altitude vortex and swept into it. The stone slab was also completely burned to ashes.

That powerful aura belonging to a True Named Being completely disappeared.

Shen Chang'an withdrew his Thousand Transformations technique, his body swaying slightly.

Du Yue immediately came to his side, supporting him and pressing the Phoenix True Fire against his bleeding ribs. He glanced down at his wound, then looked up at the three figures still fighting in the distance.

The black flame vortex high in the sky expanded outwards once more.

The black mist that Yan Shuo had gathered was out of control, swept up by the wind, and surged towards the flames. Large swathes of the sea that had been shrouded in demonic mist were once again exposed to the golden-red light of the sky.

The monsters at sea were clearly thrown into disarray. Several eighth-realm monsters, which were using the cover of demonic energy to rush towards the warship, were exposed and crashed head-on into the lightning that had been prepared. Their massive bodies exploded with a deafening roar.

A roar erupted from the warship.

"Push them down!"

Lei Hong led the way, his lightning spreading across the sea, trapping a group of demons who hadn't had time to retreat. The demon army immediately followed, their spears and spells falling simultaneously, clearing a space in front of them.

Lu Qingyan naturally wouldn't miss this opportunity, and waved the command flags one after another.

One by one, the warships readjusted their course and advanced along the Sea-Suppressing Array. The array patterns connected to the Xuanjia clan extended accordingly, bringing more sea areas under the suppression of the treasure.

Even the powerful demons who had been healing their wounds in the rear got up again and rushed back onto the battlefield.

Slaying a True Named Monster not only deprived the monsters of a powerful ally, but also gave everyone hope of ending this battle.

On the other side, Gu Chengyue raised his palm to block the falling golden spearhead, and stepped back, the hem of his gray robe already soaked with blood.

Lion Fierce gave him no chance to stop; with a swift turn of his spear, he thrust it forward once more.

Several nearby businesses are also struggling.

The Baili family's silver shuttle was mostly destroyed, and the old man holding the box, pale-faced, retreated towards the shore. Although the burly man from the Xiang family could still withstand the attacks with the help of the Juntian Bone, he was surrounded by several powerful demons and could not break free.

The demon race gradually stabilized the situation at sea, and more and more people were able to spare to deal with them.

Gu Chengyue glanced in the direction of Zhenhai City, his face extremely gloomy.

The young man, who should have been on the verge of death, stood up again.