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

Upon seeing Yan Shuo beheaded, Mi Hai immediately turned and retreated.

Cang Gu's claws grazed her face, tearing a deep trench in the seawater beside her. But she had no intention of fighting. She activated the stone crown on her forehead, commanding several demons to pounce on Cang Gu, while she herself used the cover to quickly sink.

In the distance, Que Shi and Lu Heng were also converging on the same sea area, attempting to retreat underwater.

If they remain on the sea, the three treasures and the demon army will only continue to drain their strength.

Especially the human who wields the black flames; as long as he remains, the dissipating demonic energy will continue to be devoured, making it impossible for him to rejoin the demonic tide. Only by retreating into the depths of the Northern Sea, using the seawater and turbulent currents to separate themselves from the pursuers, can they have a chance to regroup.

Shen Chang'an saw through their intentions at a glance: "Stop them! We must not let them retreat back underwater and regroup their demonic forces!"

This is their best chance. As long as they kill these three True Name Beasts, the battlefield will completely tilt in their favor!

Du Yue immediately raised her hand to activate the Profound Origin Sea-Suppressing Seal, and golden patterns appeared in the seawater, rapidly converging towards the upper end of the demonic energy channel. However, just as she diverted her power, a violent impact came from underwater, causing the ancient seal to tremble violently. She had no choice but to stabilize the Sea-Suppressing Seal first and focus more of her attention on the formation.

At the same time, the space beneath Shen Chang'an's feet suddenly shrank, and his figure leaped over the churning sea mist, directly blocking Mi Hai's path. Black flames ignited along with the Thousand Transformations, completely sealing off her descent route.

Mi Hai was forced to stop, his eyes flashing with murderous intent: "You dare to come any closer!"

Shen Chang'an grinned: "You don't look to be in much better shape either!"

He raised his spear and thrust, but Mi Hai raised his arm to parry the spearhead, leaving a scorch mark on the dark blue scales.

She stopped retreating and moved closer to the gun, her demonic blade slicing straight at Shen Chang'an's wrist as he gripped the gun.

Both of them wanted to get rid of the other immediately.

The pseudo-spiritual image behind Shen Chang'an suddenly appeared, directly blocking the attack.

Two figures crossed paths in the sea mist, their black flames and purplish-black light colliding intensely, causing the seawater beneath their feet to surge violently in all directions.

……

In the distance, Pei Zhao looked at the battlefield and grew increasingly anxious.

Can't wait any longer.

The demon race has begun to blockade the sea area. Whether the three true-name species retreat back underwater or one of them is killed, top-tier demons will withdraw from the battle to return and aid Shen Chang'an.

This is the last chance.

Pei Zhao reached into his robes, took out the Soul-Trapping Box, held it in his left hand, and then drew the Soul-Eroding Blade with his right hand, his gaze fixed on Shen Chang'an's figure.

However, the two fought too quickly, and Mi Hai's attacks never stopped. Even if he could get close by using the shadows, he might not have a chance to strike Shen Chang'an's soul with this strike.

Just then, the golden figure raised its arm again, blocking the demonic blade that slashed from the side for Shen Chang'an.

Pei Zhao paused for a moment.

He never really figured out what it was.

It looked like a spiritual form, but Shen Chang'an was clearly only at the seventh level. The way that figure condensed and changed was also different from the eighth-level spiritual forms he had seen before.

Previously, he had only paid attention to its power, but now, as he focused his attention and sensed it, he vaguely perceived that there seemed to be fluctuations of the divine soul hidden deep within the golden light and shadow.

Could it be that this thing was originally formed with the participation of his divine soul?

Pei Zhao was startled by this idea, and his fingers gripping the knife slowly tightened. If that were the case, it might not be necessary to directly strike Shen Chang'an himself.

That figure could also become a target of the Soul-Eroding Blade.

He was still unsure of his judgment, but powerful demons were already approaching from afar. If he delayed any longer, he wouldn't even have a chance to try.

Pei Zhao suppressed his hesitation.

I'm taking the gamble!

Beside him, Herbert had already drawn his dark longbow, the bone fragments along the bow's edge lighting up one by one, and a slender black arrow solidified on the string, pointing towards the distant battle.

Pei Zhao stared at Shen Chang'an's fake spirit form and hid the Soul-Eating Blade in his sleeve.

"Let's do it!"

The bowstring snapped suddenly, and the black arrow flew silently along a turbulent current surging towards the sea. Only when it was close to the battle circle did it unleash a terrifying burst of energy.

Murong Yan, who was rushing from the city wall, was the first to notice: "Chang'an, be careful!"

She suddenly raised her hand, and a beam of light blocked the arrow. The black arrow pierced through the barrier, but its momentum was slowed slightly. Murong Qing then unleashed her "Fangcun Liunian" technique, pressing the arrow down and causing it to pause. Murong Yan seized the opportunity to sidestep and strike with his palm, violently knocking the arrow aside.

Boom! The black arrow shattered in mid-air, and the violent shockwave forced the two sisters back simultaneously.

At that very moment, the shadow beside Shen Chang'an moved.

Pei Zhao suddenly appeared from the shadows shrouded in demonic mist, his Soul-Eating Blade already raised, aimed straight at his shoulder and neck!

The distance is too close.

Shen Chang'an had just exchanged a blow with Mi Hai when Qian Bian was still firmly suppressed by the demonic blade at her arm.

Before he could even catch a glimpse of that grayish-white figure, the blade was already upon him.

Mi Hai also sensed the attack. Although she didn't know who the attacker was, the enemy of my enemy is my friend. She made a quick decision, and the power in her stone crown surged into her arms, increasing the pressure and completely eliminating the opponent's chance to withdraw their gun and defend.

Shen Chang'an's eyes darkened, and he quickly made a judgment.

The short sword did not have any terrifying spiritual energy fluctuations. With the pseudo-spiritual form combined with the protective golden light, even if it could not completely block it, it was enough to buy him a moment to catch his breath and force Mi Hai back first.

The pseudo-spirit image behind him quickly solidified, with an arm spanning his shoulder, covered in a layer of golden light, directly meeting the falling blade.

Pei Zhao looked at the outstretched arm and a smile involuntarily appeared on his lips.

Once this golden light spell is broken, this strike will be fatal.

Before the blade fell, Pei Zhao pointed his left hand together and slashed across the surface of the Golden Light Mantra with a sword-finger strike. The hard Golden Light Mantra snapped his finger off, but he also achieved his goal, leaving a notch on the Golden Light Mantra.

The blade fell.

The Soul-Eating Blade silently sliced ​​across the false spirit's arm.

The fine lines on the blade cracked one after another, and the entire short sword quickly dissolved into form after this slash, turning into a gray-white trace that disappeared straight into the pseudo-spiritual image.

Pei Zhaosong released his empty right hand, swiftly retreated, and disappeared back into the surging shadows.

Shen Chang'an's hand holding the gun suddenly stiffened.

The grayish-white mark spread all the way to the pseudo-spirit's shoulder, and then a crack slowly opened.

He instinctively mobilized his spiritual power, trying to mend the crack, but instead of healing, it continued to spread downwards!

A heart-wrenching pain suddenly erupted from the depths of his soul.

"What... is going on?"

Shen Chang'an's vision suddenly went black, and the force of the spear that was suppressing Mi Hai also dissipated.

Mihai keenly noticed his unusual behavior.

Her gaze swept over the cracked pseudo-spirit image, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes before transforming into overwhelming killing intent.

The bluish-black scales on her arm stood on end, instantly solidifying into a long, narrow demonic blade. She violently unleashed her power, the blade slashing horizontally, aiming straight for Shen Chang'an's neck!

He clearly saw the deadly blade of light and tried to dodge it, but every thought that urged his spiritual power into his mind caused an even heavier tearing in the depths of his soul.

The grayish-white traces within the pseudo-spirit body continued to spread rampantly, and his consciousness also became blurred.

At the critical moment, a figure pounced from the side.

Murong Qing shoved Shen Chang'an aside, and with her other hand, she gathered spiritual light to block the descending demonic blade. The Flowing Years of Space hastily unfolded, but was forcefully crushed by the purplish-black light. The blade tore through the barrier and slammed heavily into her chest and abdomen!

Blood spurted out suddenly, and Murong Qing was sent flying backward by the blow, a hideous wound running diagonally from his shoulder down to his waist.

Murong Yan leaped forward and caught her, his hands instantly soaking her clothes with scalding blood: "Xiao Qing!"

Shen Chang'an forced his head to turn, but blood and tears were already seeping from the corners of his eyes. Immediately afterwards, blood also flowed from his nose, the sides of his ears, and the corners of his lips.

The Nirvana Technique was still trying its best to repair the damaged flesh under its ribs, but it was powerless to stop the cracks in its soul from expanding wildly.

The pseudo-spiritual image behind him began to disintegrate. Wherever the gray-white traces passed, the power that had been gathered was stripped away inch by inch, and the divine soul power that had been integrated into it also dissipated rapidly.

Shen Chang'an tried to pull it back into his body, but instead experienced increasingly intense pain.

The black flame vortex high in the sky suddenly shook, and several streams of demonic energy that were originally converging upwards lost their pull and scattered back towards the sea surface.

Not far away, Pei Zhao reappeared. He stopped outside a broken light screen, refusing to move forward, and coldly stared at the ever-widening crack.

"You really did use it to block... Physical damage can be repaired, but this knife... cuts into the soul."