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

Shen Chang'an raised his spear, and several black flame chains shot out from the spiritual realm, passing by Mi Hai's side.

The silver mirror-like light converged simultaneously.

The gap that Mi Hai had been able to pass through suddenly reversed, revealing the long staff that Yuan Chongyue was throwing at him head-on.

With nowhere to retreat, she could only raise her arms.

The stone crown shone brightly, and several layers of bluish-black scales appeared in front of it.

boom!

The scales crumbled one after another.

Mi Hai's arms trembled violently, blood spurted from her mouth, and she was sent flying backward. She forced herself to steady herself and was about to use the impact to dart away when the mirror light shone around her again.

No matter which direction you turn, you'll see the same sea of ​​clouds.

The real escape route has been hidden.

A ruthless glint flashed in Mi Hai's eyes, and the demonic blade at his arm suddenly extended, slashing straight at the nearest light screen.

She lost her sense of direction and prepared to force her way through.

The blade had barely fallen when Shen Chang'an was already upon him.

The spear aimed straight for her chest, but Mi Hai immediately turned her wrist, trying to deflect it with her demonic blade. Suddenly, several spatial nodes lit up around her.

The seals that severed the heavens and earth then closed.

Her outstretched arm was forcibly deflected, and a line of blood spurted from her shoulder. The demonic blade grazed the spear shaft, but the Thousand Transformations had already pierced through her chest armor, pinning her in mid-air.

Mi Hai's body stiffened abruptly.

The next moment, she gripped the spear shaft with her five fingers, and the purplish-black light in the stone crown surged out wildly, pressing down on Shen Chang'an along the spear.

Shen Chang'an's rib wound reopened, and blood spilled from his lips, but his grip on the gun remained firm.

A flash of silver light fell just in time.

Tu Shan Fei Yue activated the ancient mirror, diverting the power surging along the spear to both sides. Yuan Chong Yue also closed in, his Fu Yue staff pressing heavily on Mi Hai's shoulders and back, pressing her just-raised body down again.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Shen Chang'an stretched out his hand, formed from flames, and grabbed the stone crown on her forehead.

Black flames surged from between his fingers.

Mi Hai finally let out a sharp roar. She released the gun barrel and thrust her five fingers into Shen Chang'an's wrist, while desperately raising her other injured arm to push him away.

Several black flame chains suddenly tightened, binding her arms.

She had just broken one of the staffs when the Fuyue Staff slammed down again, shattering her scales. At the same time, Tushan Feiyue's mirror light enveloped the surroundings, forcing back the purplish-black power surging outward from the stone crown.

The three men launched a series of attacks, leaving no opening whatsoever.

Mihai could only watch helplessly as the black flames spread along his crown.

The cracks previously created by the Kunpeng have now become openings for the flames to penetrate. The marks closely connected to her soul lit up one after another, only to quickly dim in the black flames.

Her struggles intensified, and demonic energy surged from the wound on her chest, attempting to break through the myriad changes.

Shen Chang'an twisted his wrist, and the spearhead pierced through flesh and blood, allowing black flames to flow in and connect with the flames burning on the stone crown.

Mi Hai suddenly tilted his head back, his body stiffening taut.

A very thin black line extended from the edge of the stone crown, attempting to pass through the mirror light and fall towards the Northern Sea below.

Tu Shan Fei Yue immediately turned the ancient mirror.

The black line folded in mid-air and was sent back into the fire.

He clenched his fists, causing the stone crown to crack repeatedly as the internal carvings crumbled layer by layer. Mi Hai stared intently at him, his lips moving, but he only spat out a mouthful of blood mixed with black mist.

The last engraving disappeared.

The black line leading to the sea was also severed.

Mi Hai's struggles suddenly stopped.

He did not immediately extinguish the flames, but kept the Thousand Transformations nailed to her chest. Yuan Chongyue and Tu Shan Feiyue also stood guard on either side, suppressing the last surges of power within her.

After a moment, Shen Chang'an slowly released his grip.

Several pieces of grayish-white gravel, devoid of any texture, fell from between his fingers and were shattered by the black flames in mid-air. Only a very few small fragments of stone fell back into the sea.

Mi Hai's body then disintegrated, and the escaping demonic energy was completely swallowed up.

Until the flames died down, there was no longer any trace of her in the high heavens.

After dealing with the remains, Shen Chang'an suppressed the surging blood and qi within his body and immediately began casting a spell, sending the black flames back into the sky. The rotating fire rings reconnected, forming an ever-expanding vortex.

A powerful demon nearby was the first to notice that Mi Hai's aura had disappeared, and his voice was filled with undisguised excitement.

"Dead!"

Yuan Chongyue had already turned around, wielding his Fuyue Staff as he lunged at Lu Heng. Tu Shan Feiyue also left a beam of light beside Shen Chang'an, before rushing towards Que Shi's location.

Now that one True Named Being has died, the situation has completely changed.

With the arrival of the two clan leaders, the escape routes for the two true-name species are being completely blocked.

The stone shards at Que Shi's waist spun repeatedly, attempting to reconnect the underwater passage. However, after Mi Hai's death, the forces that had previously cooperated were now unbalanced, and the gray-black patterns that had just risen were suppressed by the Xuan Yuan Zhen Hai Seal.

Lu Heng was knocked back by Yuan Chongyue's stick.

Before he could regain his footing, Peng Lie's wing blade sliced ​​through him from behind, leaving two deep gashes on his armor. More powerful demons of the Eighth Realm were closing in from different directions, gradually separating this sea area from the surrounding demonic tide.

Lu Qingyan immediately gave the order.

"Seal off both sides to prevent them from retreating back underwater!"

The warships then turned, and the demon army advanced along the newly stabilized battle line.

Just then, a long, drawn-out cry rang out from the Northern Sea below once more.

A massive wave rose from the depths, carrying hordes of demons into the sky. Before the demons could break free, they were tossed into the swirling black flames above.

The flames suddenly flared up.

Screams and roars filled the air, then quickly subsided.

Shen Chang'an looked down.

The Kunpeng was slowly swimming past below, its broad fins stirring the seawater, lifting up batches of demonic creatures gathered near the demonic energy passage and sending them to higher ground.

It did not attack the demon army again.

Several warships that didn't have time to retreat were even pushed to the side by the water it stirred up, avoiding the monsters that rushed up afterward.

Cang Gu hovered on the sea surface, looking at the enormous shadow, and remained silent for a long time.

No one knows exactly how much it has recovered, but at least for now, its attacks are still directed at the monsters.

Shen Chang'an wiped the blood from his lips, slowly adjusted the fire seal, and moved the black flame vortex above the water tornado created by Kunpeng.

The human and the beast did not communicate, but gradually began to coordinate their movements. The demon was carried into the sky by the seawater, and the black flames were responsible for burning it to ashes. The spiritual energy it released was then drawn back by Shen Chang'an to replenish his nearly depleted spiritual energy.

The black fog on the sea surface gradually dissipated.

The demon army fought with increasing ferocity, and the few lines that were struggling to hold on finally began to push outwards.

......

Behind the rocky cliffs along the shore, Pei Zhao's face was extremely pale.

He watched as the body was lifted from the sea, watched the stone crown shatter in the black flames, and watched the vortex in the sky, which should have disappeared completely, reform.

The Soul-Eating Blade had already been used, yet Shen Chang'an was still alive and even able to continue attacking, slaying a True Name Species.

"He's incredibly resilient! He's still alive..."

Pei Zhao said something in a low voice, then turned to look at the other side of the battlefield.

The Gu family and others were in an even more dire situation than before. The Golden Lion Clan had blocked the route to Zhenhai City, and the families were forced to retreat continuously. Several auras belonging to the eighth realm of the human race had already disappeared from the sea.

Only three figures from the Gu family, all clad in grey robes, remained: Gu Chengyue, Gu Tianyu, and Gu Weichuan.

Gu Weishan had previously attempted to force his way through the flank of the battle formation, but was intercepted by two powerful golden lion demons and ultimately failed to retreat. The rest of his entourage had also already dispersed to the outer perimeter, and were unable to approach the battlefield.

The other families also suffered significant losses. The bone aura emanating from the Xiang family's experts was no longer as stable as before, and the Baili family's long box was cracked in one corner, with several shuttles losing control and falling into the sea...

Pei Zhao stared at it for a moment, then finally couldn't help but curse.

"What a bunch of useless trash!"

"After hiding for so long, choosing the moment when people are at their weakest, they still couldn't even get past the Golden Lion Clan."

Further away, several more demon race warships came into view.

More reinforcements are on their way, and once these troops have completed their rotation, more and more Eighth Realm experts will be available. If they continue to hide here, they will eventually lose even the chance to get close to Shen Chang'an.

Via looked at Pei Zhao: "What do we do now?"

Adrian also turned his gaze away from the battlefield.

"Are you still waiting for Gu Jia?"

"Are we just waiting for them to die?"

Pei Zhao coldly retorted.

He glanced down at his left hand. He had previously thought he no longer needed to use it, but now it seemed that what could truly bring things to an end was this thing left behind by the adults.

Pei Zhao closed his fingers again, and his voice became deep.

"We can't let him recover any further. We'll take the body away first, and then find a way to hand it over to the Gu family."