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

With the reappearance of the Kunpeng, everyone's attention was drawn to it.

Above the sea city, the pseudo-spiritual image behind Shen Chang'an suddenly changed, and began to shrink rapidly inward.

The once massive outline rapidly shrank, and the gray-white crack that had almost torn it apart was gradually squeezed toward the center as it contracted.

Shen Chang'an remained kneeling on the ground, but the blood that kept seeping from his seven orifices finally began to stop.

In the spirit realm, the branches and leaves of the phoenix tree are withering one after another.

Leaves, losing their luster, fell from the branches, transforming into tiny golden fragments before even touching the ground, flowing towards the two phoenixes.

The black phoenix's wings were already damaged.

It slowly swam along the gray-white marks, drawing out the last wisps of alien power that had seeped into its soul. Those marks clung to its wings and body, constantly eroding inward, gradually making its originally solid outline transparent.

The golden phoenix guarded the crack that had been peeled away.

Each time it passes by, the broken pieces are pieced back together, but its own light dims.

Shen Chang'an suddenly remembered what Du Qiongyu had told him: that a "spirit" might be born on a phoenix tree.

It seems that these two phoenixes are spirits born from the phoenix tree. Although they are not yet fully formed, they already possess extremely weak spirituality.

In some time, they may be able to truly develop their own consciousness, but at this moment, they are suffering the corrosive effects of the Soul-Eroding Blade on his behalf.

Just then, the black phoenix suddenly turned around, went around the false spirit's chest, and pulled out a thin gray-white thread hidden within.

In that instant, Shen Chang'an felt a sudden sense of relief deep within his soul.

The golden phoenix then folded its wings, enveloping the black phoenix and the struggling gray-white marks. The two figures slowly merged in the center of the pseudo-spiritual image, and their original aura began to disappear little by little, while the gray-white marks were completely erased.

The shrunken pseudo-spirit slowly closed its chest, then transformed into a stream of light and entered Shen Chang'an's body.

He leaned forward abruptly, bracing himself against the stone surface with one hand, and began to gasp for breath.

As his chest heaved, the pain from his injuries continued, but the feeling of his soul being torn apart finally disappeared.

"Holy crap... we almost... crashed."

Shen Chang'an raised his hand to wipe the blood from his face. He really didn't expect that there was a team of people hiding behind him, and that they had specially prepared weapons for him.

Murong Yan supported his shoulder.

"How is it?"

He paused for a moment before shaking his head.

"He's alright, he won't die anytime soon."

After saying that, his consciousness sank back into the spiritual realm.

The sycamore tree is still there, but its once lush canopy is now much sparse. The branches are empty, and the two black and gold phoenixes that once circled there are no longer there.

Shen Chang'an watched for a long time. He could feel that the two spirits that were about to be born had dissipated along with the power of the Soul-Eating Blade.

They bore the final erosion for him and shielded him from this spiritual annihilation.

Shen Chang'an regained his composure and then glanced around.

The person with the knife could no longer be found. The surrounding spiritual energy and demonic energy were mixed together, and the towering water curtain constantly blocked the view. In the rush, it was impossible to identify where the other party was hiding.

His gaze gradually darkened.

If you can't find it right now, just leave it for now.

The three true-named species are still around; we need to deal with them first.

He slowly stood up, supporting himself with his Thousand Transformations. The Phoenix True Fire within his body flowed back to the wound, and a golden arm condensed again on the outside of his severed arm.

Murong Yan noticed his movement and was about to speak when Shen Chang'an looked at the figure wearing the stone crown.

"Take care of her first."

......

On a barren slope some distance from the coast, Baiyin lay sprawled on the ground, clinging tightly to a protruding rock with both hands.

A fierce wind was howling overhead.

Her cloak was blown straight by the wind, the ties tightening around her neck, almost suffocating her. She turned her head with difficulty and saw thick columns of water rising between the sky and the sea in the distance, the clouds torn apart, and the seawater surging all the way up to the sky.

Zhenhai City was no longer visible.

Not to mention what actually happened on the city wall.

Bai Yin only saw a few huge shadows sweep across the water curtain, followed by an even stronger wind pressure that caused the ground pebbles to roll, and even the rock she was holding was trembling slightly.

"Are we really going to come to a place where gods are fighting?!"

She practically screamed it out.

"We couldn't be of any help in the past!"

An Nuan lay prone in a low-lying area, her hands protecting the wooden box, her cloak already covered in mud. She looked up at the ever-changing sky in the distance.

Another gust of wind pressed down.

Bai Yin quickly reached out and grabbed her sleeve, afraid that she would be swept away.

An Nuan waited for the gust of wind to pass before turning her head closer and saying, "Wait a little longer."

Bai Yin glared at her.

An Nuan tightened the wooden box in her arms, her voice broken by the strong wind.

"Hide for now, don't go out. The timing isn't right yet; some people haven't arrived yet..."

Bai Yin didn't have time to ask any more questions. She pulled her behind the rock and pressed the two of them down even further.

Another long cry rang out in the distance.

Large plumes of water mist swept across the wilderness, whistling past their heads.

.......

Mi Hai emerged from the churning seawater, utterly disheveled, with hardly a single unharmed spot on his body.

Behind her, the giant, dark golden eye was still staring at her.

With a flick of its giant fins, the surrounding seawater surged once more. Mi Hai's expression changed drastically; he dared not approach the sea surface again, and forcefully activated his stone crown, transforming it into a streak of purplish-black light that shot straight into the sky.

Almost simultaneously, the silvery light pierced through the mist and caught up with her figure.

Tu Shan Fei Yue took off first, her ancient mirror flipping to reflect the clouds to the side of Mi Hai. Yuan Chong Yue followed closely behind, his staff whipping up a whirlwind that blocked another path.

Mihai could only continue upwards.

She was only able to regain her balance after passing through the low-hanging clouds and temporarily escaping the ocean currents stirred up by the Kunpeng.

But the two clan leaders had already caught up.

The staff swept across, and Mi Hai hurriedly dodged to the side. However, the demonic blade he slashed out with his backhand disappeared into a patch of silver light and came out from the other side, missing its target.

Her heart sank.

If she were at her peak, she could still hold her own against the two of them. Now, she has been severely injured by Kunpeng, and her stone crown has also developed cracks. If this continues, she won't even have a chance to escape.

Mi Hai activated her stone crown, and a large amount of purplish-black light surged out from behind her, transforming into several figures identical to her, which rushed towards the two of them respectively.

She suddenly turned and rushed towards a gap in the clouds.

Just then, a long spear wreathed in black flames thrust out from the front.

Mi Hai suddenly turned his head to the side.

The spearhead grazed her neck, tearing open large patches of scales. Black flames immediately followed the wound, forcing her to immediately discard that piece of flesh and retreat.

Shen Chang'an emerged from the clouds and mist.

Upon seeing that still pale face, Mi Hai's pupils suddenly constricted.

The false spirit image behind him had disappeared, and the severed arm was still replaced by golden flames.

The soul, which had just been on the verge of collapse, has actually stabilized again.

The spiritual domain beneath Shen Chang'an's feet rapidly expanded.

Black flames spread outwards along the clouds, engulfing all the demonic figures that tried to break free of the encirclement. The dissipating demonic energy, barely leaving the body, was swallowed by the flames and could not return to Mi Hai's side.

Tu Shan Feiyue glanced at Shen Chang'an, then turned the ancient mirror.

"Seal off her left side!"