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

Pei Zhao saw Shen Chang'an's stiff body, and his tense expression finally relaxed.

efficient!

No matter how much of the previous traces of creation have been erased, the remaining traces are still enough to make Shen Chang'an lose control of his body.

Right now, he only needs this short moment.

Pei Zhao raised his right hand, a dark, sharp light condensing between his fingers, and his figure rapidly approached.

"this time......"

Suddenly, a golden line swept past the edge of his vision.

Before Pei Zhao could turn his head, his left hand suddenly felt light. Immediately afterward, a line of blood appeared on his wrist, and the severed hand, along with the Soul-Binding Box he was holding, fell to the side.

He suddenly opened his eyes wide.

Peng Lie had already reached him.

After the golden wing blade swept past, Peng Lie went straight for the severed hand, his five fingers coming together, and his powerful demonic energy crashed down.

Amidst the sound of bones cracking, there was a faint, crisp cracking sound.

The Soul-Binding Box cracked open in the golden light, and the inscriptions on its surface, which had not yet finished converging, suddenly twisted and were then crushed into dust.

The ties within Shen Chang'an's body suddenly snapped.

He leaned forward, nearly losing control of Qianbian, but gritted his teeth to steady himself and once again poured the black flames in his palm into Lu Heng's spear.

Pei Zhao clutched his severed wrist, staring incredulously at Peng Lie, who was standing right next to him.

He kept an eye on the positions of the clan leaders.

Just now, Peng Lie was blocking the retreat route in the distance, how did he suddenly appear here?

"We've been waiting for you."

Peng Lie's voice was icy.

He had already noticed this person when Pei Zhao launched his sneak attack with a knife. However, due to the chaos of the battlefield and Shen Chang'an's sudden serious injury, the other party was able to escape under the cover of shadows.

After that, Que Shi and Lu Heng's escape routes were gradually blocked, and several powerful demons were enough to maintain the encirclement and kill. So he always kept a part of his mind on Shen Chang'an's surroundings. The moment Pei Zhao appeared, he had already made his move.

Pei Zhao's body suddenly sank, and the shadow beneath his feet spread out, attempting to disappear into it once more.

The golden wing blade sliced ​​through first, tearing apart the shadow along with the surrounding spatial fluctuations.

Immediately afterwards, a claw landed on his chest.

The protective aura shattered with a deafening roar, and his chest caved inward. Pei Zhao coughed up a large amount of blood and flew backward.

In the distance, a black arrow was shot almost simultaneously.

Herbert had already drawn his longbow, the arrow aimed straight at Peng Lie's side and rear. Adrian also rushed out from another hiding place, his arms covered in a thick spiritual light, trying to clear a path for Pei Zhao.

But as soon as they moved, several demonic auras from the vicinity turned around at the same time.

Tu Shan Fei Yue flipped the ancient mirror, and the black arrow deflected in the mirror's light, grazing Peng Lie's side. Several snow-white fox tails then fell towards Herbert, preventing him from drawing his bow again.

A bolt of lightning struck down from above.

Herbert had just turned his bow when he was jolted stiff by the lightning that pierced his body. The giant claw that followed shattered his protective aura and slammed him and his bow into the floating ice below.

The ice layer shattered, and several powerful demonic forces pressed down in succession.

His body shattered during the impact, and his soul, which had just escaped, was frozen in the mirror light before being engulfed by lightning.

Adrian only managed to rush a few more feet.

Two powerful demons of the eighth realm approached from the side, one grabbing his arms and the other striking him in the chest and abdomen. He roared and tried to break free, but another heavy palm print landed on his head.

Flesh and bone fragments burst forth from beneath his palm.

Before its remains could fall into the sea, it was completely shattered by the subsequent attack.

The repeated sneak attacks had already ignited the killing intent of the powerful demons. Now that they had discovered the new attackers, the demons attacked with all their might, giving them no chance to entangle themselves or escape.

Pei Zhao saw the fate of his two companions as he was being thrown backwards, and his expression changed completely.

A pale blue dragon claw descended from above, accurately gripping his body, causing his bones to creak under the strain.

Just as he was about to activate his divine soul, the watery light of the Dingcang Pearl enveloped him, locking his head, chest, abdomen, and limbs in turn. The spiritual power he had barely managed to muster was forced back into his dantian, and the shadow that had just gathered beside him also completely dissipated in the watery light.

Cang Gu lowered his head and coldly stared at the person in his palm.

"Still trying to leave?"

Pei Zhao opened his mouth, but only spat out a mouthful of blood.

His body was firmly restrained, and he couldn't even lift a finger.

On the other side, the gray-white stone ridge in the Luheng spear finally emitted a series of cracking sounds.

Shen Chang'an steadied himself and suppressed the last wisp of black flame into it.

The stone ridge broke, and all the carvings disappeared.

Lu Heng's struggles abruptly ceased, and the armor plates on his shoulders and back fell off one after another. Yuan Chongyue immediately released his grip, and Shen Chang'an wielded the Thousand Transformations technique, black flames surging up along Lu Heng's shattered chest and abdomen, completely engulfing the remaining aura of Lu Heng.

The last true nameless species also perished in the fire.

Shen Chang'an, supporting the Thousand Changes, slowly turned his head.

Not far away, Pei Zhao was imprisoned in Cang Gu's palm, covered in blood, and unable to move.

Cang Gu concealed his true form and pressed Pei Zhao down into a solid mass of water.

His left hand was severed, his chest was caved in, and his clothes were soaked in blood, making them unrecognizable. The Dingcang Pearl hung above his head, and the cascading water ripples locked his limbs and dantian, making it extremely difficult for him to even lift his head.

Shen Chang'an landed in front of him and stood firm against the Thousand Changes.

The feeling of suddenly losing control of my body is still vividly etched in my mind.

Unlike ordinary magical restraints, it was more like someone bypassed his will and directly controlled this body.

The pale fragments crushed by Peng Lie were clearly the key.

Shen Chang'an glanced at Pei Zhaokong's fluttering sleeves, skipped the questioning, and directly placed his hand on Pei's forehead.

The Great Dream of Spring and Autumn Technique then began to operate.

Pei Zhao's eyes suddenly flickered, and he opened his mouth as if to say something. But Shen Chang'an's divine sense had already penetrated the sealed defenses and entered his sea of ​​consciousness.

The first thing that catches the eye is a few fragments of light and shadow.

A dimly lit room, sleeves hanging down, and a hand resting on the edge of the table.

Before Shen Chang'an could even make out what was happening, the scene before him suddenly split open.

The divine power that carries the memories is disintegrating on its own.

The collapse began from the depths of his consciousness and spread outwards layer by layer. The images that were still recognizable turned into specks of light in the blink of an eye, and quickly dissipated along with Pei Zhao's consciousness.

His expression changed, and he immediately withdrew his divine sense.

Pei Zhao's body tensed abruptly, his eyes widened, and he let out a short, sharp breath before collapsing completely.

The Dingcang Pearl still held his body in place, but his soul and spirit had completely dissipated.

Cang Gu raised his hand to examine it for a moment, his expression turning slightly grim.

"Someone planted a trap within his soul!"

Shen Chang'an withdrew his hand, looked at Pei Zhao's lifeless eyes, and slowly exhaled.

As expected, the people behind the other party had long been prepared for the soul-searching technique.

Suddenly, a loud bang came from afar.

The demonic energy channel, now deprived of its true name species' support, is collapsing. Demons yet to emerge from the sea collide with the surging water, creating a massive black tide. Several battle lines outside Zhenhai City tremble simultaneously, and Du Yue is activating the ancient seal to push the impact back underwater.

"Leave the body here for now, we'll deal with it later."

After Shen Chang'an finished speaking, he turned and darted towards the sea.