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

Shen Chang'an raised his head, his vision blurry. He wanted to see the other person's face clearly. Pei Zhao looked down at him, waiting for his soul to completely dissolve.

Mi Hai tried to get closer, but Cang Gu caught up and swatted her away with a claw.

On the other side, Du Yue also turned around, and a large swath of golden and red flames fell upon them.

Pei Zhao remained hovering at the edge of the shadows: "This knife was specially prepared for you..."

Shen Chang'an's breathing became increasingly heavy.

He tried to circulate the Great Dream Spring and Autumn Technique to stabilize his injured soul. But as soon as the spell was formed, the gray-white cracks continued to extend along the fluctuations, causing his consciousness to suddenly go blank.

The arm formed from flames disintegrated, and the remaining hand could barely hold onto the Thousand Changes.

He struggled to stand up, but another piece of the false spirit behind him collapsed from its chest.

Pei Zhao pulled his left hand back into his sleeve.

"Looks like we can save on that."

As his soul spiraled out of control, the black flame vortex high in the sky gradually collapsed.

The outermost ring of fire collapsed first, followed by flames that continued to rotate inward. The demonic energy that had been drawn into the sky lost its restraints and, carried by the wind, pressed back down onto the sea.

Several warships that were advancing suddenly jolted.

The array patterns on the bow lit up one after another, blocking the oncoming black mist. The monsters following closely behind had already crashed into the shield array, their claws clashing with weapons, and the sea that had just been cleared was once again plunged into fierce fighting.

While fending off Cang Gu's attacks, Mi Hai glanced at Shen Chang'an, whose figure was swaying.

The stone crown on his forehead suddenly shone brightly, and more demons rushed out from underwater, bypassing the remains of their own kind, and once again pounced on the demon army's lines.

Without that black flame, the scattered demonic energy was finally able to regroup.

Que Shi also raised his hands, connecting the stone pieces at his waist to send gray-black patterns into the sea, activating the still-open demonic energy channels.

The black fog, which had been compressed and contracted, began to spread along the coast again.

Lu Qingyan immediately waved his command flag: "Halt ahead! Close the warships! Direct the wind formation outwards! Don't let the demonic energy fall into the formation!"

Several powerful demons of the Sky Roc clan flapped their wings and took to the air, followed by a gale that temporarily pushed away the black mist that was approaching the warship.

The wind could only disperse the demonic energy; there was no longer any black flame to continue devouring it.

The black mist that had been pushed away quickly gathered again on the other side, enveloping the monsters and rushing towards the defensive line.

The situation at sea has changed once again.

......

Seeing that something had happened, Du Yue rushed towards Shen Chang'an.

Just then, the Great Sun Phoenix Wheel high above suddenly began to shake.

The phoenix patterns flowing on the wheel lost their rhythm, and the golden light descending towards the Sea-Suppressing Array shifted accordingly. The two array eyes suddenly received an excessive amount of spiritual power, causing the light screen to bulge outwards, while several connected dragon patterns nearby quickly dimmed.

Du Yue stopped in her tracks, looked up at Ming Fenglun, and then glanced at the figure who could barely stand. Her hands clenched so tightly they turned white.

Shen Chang'an was no longer able to control the golden wheel.

If she leaves again, the resonance between the three treasures may be completely severed. Demons are still pouring out of the Abyss Gate below, and the demon army is still relying on the great formation to resist the erosion. She cannot release the Sea-Suppressing Seal at this time.

"Your Majesty, please stabilize the Phoenix Wheel first!"

Jiang Yi's voice came from inside the Chaohuang robe.

Du Yue bit her lip, and suddenly spread her sleeves open.

A beam of golden-red flame rose from the robes and entangled the swaying Great Sun Phoenix Wheel. The two Phoenix Clan treasures were originally of the same origin, and under the guidance of their spirits, the disordered phoenix patterns finally began to respond again.

However, she could not truly control the Phoenix Wheel like Shen Chang'an, and could only temporarily restrain it with the Phoenix Robe to maintain its connection with the Xuan Yuan Zhen Hai Seal.

The combined power of the three treasures pressed down on her, almost crushing her.

She forcefully steadied herself and gradually pulled the deviated golden light back. The shaky array points were finally restored, and the dragon patterns in the seawater were reconnected.

Du Yue took a breath and immediately looked down.

"Chief Tushan, Chief Yuan, go help Chang'an!"

Her voice was full of anxiety.

Tu Shan Feiyue looked up and the silver ancient mirror suddenly flipped. Several fox shadows split off from her side and rushed towards Que Shi's location, temporarily shielding her from his senses.

Cang Wulan immediately stepped in, his body enveloped in a cold current, blocking the way and scattering the pursuing gray-black patterns.

Yuan Chongyue also retreated, and the Sky-Splitting Feathers on Peng Lie's wings lit up simultaneously, slashing repeatedly at Lu Heng and forcing him back into the demonic mist. Several powerful demons of the Eighth Realm nearby quickly surrounded him, taking over the pressure from the front.

Pei Zhao sensed that the great demon was attacking them and knew it was time to leave.

Almost simultaneously, the snow-white fox tail drooped down from above, sweeping across the nearby shadows.

Several thin streaks of light appeared in the previously empty mist.

That was his pre-arranged escape route.

Without the slightest hesitation, Pei Zhao's shadow tucked inwards, and he sank into it.

The next instant, the black gold staff crashed down.

The water mist and the tattered light barrier exploded simultaneously, creating a deep crater in the sea. The remaining light patterns were completely shattered, but Pei Zhao was no longer where he had been.

A fierce glint flashed in Yuan Chongyue's eyes, and just as he was about to continue his pursuit, the sound of a demonic blade slicing through the air suddenly rang out from the other side.

Mi Hai still hadn't given up. She could clearly see that the small spiritual entity behind Shen Chang'an was disintegrating, and she herself had even lost the strength to hold a gun. Just one more step closer, and she could completely eliminate this troublesome person!

Using the surging waves as cover, she bypassed the claw shadow that Cang Gu had just landed, and the demonic blade at her side slashed at Shen Chang'an again.

A silver mirror-like light appeared between the two.

The blade pierced through, but emerged from another direction, striking the distant sea surface with tremendous force.

Mi Hai immediately withdrew his hand, but the Mountain-Bearing Staff had already swept towards him.

She raised her arm to block, but was thrown backward by the shock, shattering several floating light screens before barely managing to regain her balance.

Tu Shan Fei Yue unleashed its nine tails, protecting Shen Chang'an and the Murong sisters behind it.

Layers of overlapping sea surface appeared in the ancient mirror, heading towards Mi Hailong. Yuan Chongyue ignored Pei Zhao, who had already fled, picked up the Fuyue Staff, and smashed it down again.

The stone crown on Mi Hai's forehead gleamed with an eerie light, and large scales rose from her body, allowing her to withstand the attack. With both clan leaders pressing in simultaneously, she could no longer get close to Shen Chang'an and could only retreat, forced to move away from the tattered light barrier.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Tu Shan Fei Yue flicked her fox tail, supporting Shen Chang'an and the other two, and carried them to the nearby city wall.

Murong Yan staggered when he landed, and Murong Qing in his arms let out a low groan.

The knife wound that ran across her chest and abdomen was still bleeding. She immediately pressed on the wound and continuously channeled her spiritual energy into her sister's body. But just as she looked up, she saw Shen Chang'an's knees buckle and he kneel down heavily.

Qianbian braced himself against the stone surface, the tip of his spear leaving a deep mark.

"Chang'an!"

Murong Yan reached out to help, but dared not let go of his sister in his arms, so he could only barely free one hand to support his shoulder.

Shen Chang'an's body was trembling uncontrollably.

He pressed his lips together, but blood continued to seep out. Bloodstains from the corners of his eyes and ears slid down his cheeks, dripping onto the broken bricks.

The false spirit form was also badly damaged, with half of its body torn apart. Spiritual energy kept gathering towards the wound, but each time it approached, it scattered into fragmented points of light.

The grayish-white marks, like water seeping into the fabric, spread gradually outwards, reaching the sides of the neck and abdomen.

Murong Yan tried to extend a wisp of her divine sense, but as soon as it approached the crack, she felt a cold tearing sensation and immediately withdrew her divine sense.

She dared not act rashly.

That thing erodes the soul. If you force your power in, it's unknown whether it will help. On the contrary, it might aggravate the injury and cause Shen Chang'an's soul to collapse even faster.

Murong Qing stirred in her arms and turned his head with difficulty.

"How is he...?"

Murong Yan shook her head, her lips trembling. Physical injuries could heal in time, but she had no idea what to do about the injuries to her soul.