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

The last few strands of lightning slid off Mingzhao's shoulder and disappeared into the sea, stirring up tiny splashes. Mingzhao slowly lowered his short hammer; apart from the sword wound on his neck caused by black flames, there was almost no indication that he had just been struck by lightning magic.

The expressions of the powerful demons nearby all turned serious.

They had clearly seen Shen Chang'an's actions just now.

First, he used the power of the treasure to shoot arrows, then seized the opportunity to strike with his sword when the barrier was broken. The transitions were extremely fast, capitalizing on fleeting openings. If it were those other True Name Beasts, even if they could survive, they would have paid a considerable price.

But after dodging the sword, Mingzhao almost managed to trap him.

The spatial rift torn open by the short hammer is still slowly closing up.

"This is just an avatar..."

Cang Gu stared at the iron-gray short hammer, his voice deep. They could tell that the body before them was not in its complete form.

The opponent's true form may be restricted by the heavens and earth, unable to enter the demon realm, but this avatar still retains the original's eyesight and methods. Even though its power is suppressed to the eighth realm, it must not be treated as an ordinary eighth realm being.

Du Yuefei went to Shen Chang'an's side and put her hand on his shoulder.

Are you injured?

"It's okay, luckily I ran fast enough."

Shen Chang'an shook his head, but his breathing was still somewhat rapid. On the back of his hand that held Qianbian, the meridians bulged slightly, and his other arm, formed from golden flames, was also swaying gently.

The Nirvana Technique repaired most of the flesh and blood, but the damage caused by this great battle was difficult to recover in a short time.

Especially the wounds to the soul.

The two spirits about to be born within the phoenix tree stripped him of the strange power of the Soul-Eating Blade, saving his life, but the damage still remained in his sea of ​​consciousness. Slightly activating even slightly complex spells would trigger waves of hidden pain, and even judging the location of spatial nodes was a little slower than before.

Even the severed arm formed by flames has limitations.

It can wield a spear and form hand seals, but it can never compare to a body that has undergone repeated tempering. When it unleashed its full power just now, there was a brief pause in its force at its shoulder; otherwise, the sword might have advanced even further.

He slowly clenched his five fingers.

"We can't get any closer like this, but the black flames can definitely hurt him."

Mingzhao's neck wound has not yet healed. Every time the demonic energy surges over, it is partially burned away by the remaining black flames, and can only be slowly repaired along the edge of the wound.

Cang Gu also noticed this: "You should hold off for now. Let us stall him, then we'll look for an opportunity."

No sooner had the words left his mouth than the sea in the distance suddenly bulged.

Kunpeng raised its head again.

The wound on its back, blasted open by the three treasures, was now filled with grayish-black flesh and blood. Newly formed bone armor layers snapped together, covering the exposed tendons and bones, and several thick, long bone spikes protruded from its spine, their tips constantly dripping dark liquid.

Demonic energy filled the void in its body, forcibly maintaining its ability to continue fighting. Beneath the bone armor, rotting flesh continued to peel away with each movement.

Those enormous, purplish-black eyes turned toward the demon army's warship.

With a slight twitch of his fingertips, Mingzhao caused the giant fins of the Kunpeng to slam down with a thunderous roar.

A towering wall of water, shrouded in dense demonic energy, pressed down on the entire defensive line. Several warships that had not yet had time to turn were pulled by the current ahead, their hulls tilting, and the array patterns on their hulls suddenly lit up.

"Return to formation!"

Lu Qingyan gave the order sternly.

Du Yue immediately activated the Xuan Yuan Zhen Hai Seal, and several golden dragon patterns pierced into the water wall, parting the oncoming seawater to both sides. However, the Kunpeng had already followed closely behind the water wall, its giant fins covered with bone armor continuing to press forward, crashing into the unfolding shadow.

Cang Gu revealed his true form once again.

The azure dragon's body swept past the warship, and the Dingcang Pearl flew out from under its neck, stirring up a vast expanse of seawater.

"A formidable pass overlooking the vast ocean!"

Several layers of water barriers rose one after another, overlapping with the golden reflections.

The moment the giant fin struck, the two frontmost water barriers exploded instantly, and the water surface behind them was also deeply dented. The ancient dragon's body trembled, and blood seeped from between the scales on its neck, yet it continued to activate the pearl, constantly filling it with seawater.

Xuan Ce's true form then rose up from behind.

The massive tortoise shell resembled a mountain rising from the sea, its markings rapidly lighting up and connecting with the sea-suppressing array below. The enormous ancient tortoise stepped into the water barrier, directly confronting the Kunpeng.

"Black Armor Guards the Mountains!"

The earthen-yellow light spread along the edge of the tortoise shell, catching the impact weakened by the treasure and the water barrier.

A muffled thud was heard, and the entire sea surface suddenly sank.

Xuan Ce pressed his limbs into the seawater, the array patterns on his carapace flickering, finally blocking the giant fin in front of him. Several warships behind him took the opportunity to change direction and quickly retreat into the battle line.

The giant fins of the Kunpeng then rose up, attempting to pry the ancient tortoise and the water barrier apart at the same time.

Lei Hong had transformed into a giant, bluish-black bull, its horns on its forehead crackling with lightning, its four hooves pounding the sea, stirring up rings of white waves.

He suddenly lowered his head and slammed into the giant fin's joint. Lightning burst out along the bone armor, slightly deflecting the giant fin that was pressing down on Xuan Ce.

Immediately afterwards, Lion Leaped up, abandoning his spear, and transformed into his original form, a huge golden lion appearing on the sea, its golden mane billowing in the wind.

"Soul-Suppressing Lion's Roar!"

The powerful roar surged over the water barrier and struck the head of the Kunpeng.

Kunpeng paused briefly, but the purplish-black light in its eyes grew even brighter under the pull of the fine gray-silver lines.

Mingzhao's control over it remains firm.

But Cang Gu had already seized this brief opening.

He skimmed past Xuan Ce's back armor, circled around to the side of Kunpeng's head, and his sharp claws gripped the newly formed bone armor. Ding Cang Pearl pulled up several thick water chains, forcibly pulling the head, which was about to turn towards Zhenhai City, to the side.

Du Yue simultaneously pressed down the hand seal.

The golden imprint landed on the Kunpeng's back, pressing it back into the sea.

Giant waves roared skyward, and the sea for dozens of miles around boiled violently. Thunder, golden light, and demonic energy collided continuously among the waves, and shattered bone armor mixed with blood rained down in all directions.

Behind the battle line, a pure white celestial deer slowly stepped onto the sea surface.

Lu Qingyan stretched out her antlers, and spiritual light flowed between her branches. As her four hooves landed, a warm light spread along the great formation, reaching the several clan leaders who were fighting.

"The lineage of Qinghua continues."

The soft light covered the wound on Cang Gu's neck and seeped into Lei Hong's flesh along his shoulder, stopping the injury caused by the bone spurs.

She first stabilized everyone's blood and energy so that they could continue to withstand the direct impact, and then gradually repaired their injuries.

Mingzhao glanced at the rear of the battle line and raised his short hammer.

Just as the gray-silver patterns began to climb onto the hammerhead, a curtain of golden-red fire appeared between him and several clan leaders.

Du Yue held the Zhenhai Seal in her left hand and waved her right sleeve forward, causing layers of phoenix feathers to intertwine and form a wall in mid-air. The Great Sun Phoenix Wheel then spun around, and the black flames that Shen Chang'an had sent into it ignited along the rim of the wheel, blocking the path of Ming Zhao's attack.

Mingzhao twisted his wrist and smashed the short hammer toward one side of the fire curtain.

A spatial rift suddenly opened, sweeping in large swaths of phoenix feathers. The golden wheel retreated in advance, shifting its position to the other side, while Cang Gu also took advantage of the situation to whip its tail, sweeping a heavy current toward Cang Gu's shoulders and back.

Mingzhao had no choice but to turn around and deal with the situation.

Having witnessed the power of the short hammer, everyone began to avoid direct confrontation. Du Yue used her treasure to block, Cang Gu used the ocean currents to restrain it, and Xuan Ce caught the impact that was being transmitted backward, then dispersed the aftershocks through the great formation.

Several clan leaders took turns attacking, barely managing to keep Mingzhao and Kunpeng outside the city.

On the other side, the three resurrected true-name species have been injured one after another.

Just as Mi Hai dodged Peng Lie's wing blade, another golden light sliced ​​open her shoulder. She summoned demonic energy to heal her wound, but Peng Lie had already returned, forcing her to retreat again.

A section of the stone ridge in the Luheng spear was missing, and each time it collided with the Fuyue staff, the remaining patterns would flash violently. Yuan Chongyue aimed at the gap and struck repeatedly, causing the armor plates on his arms to shatter continuously.

The eclipse was trapped between the mirror-like light and the cold current.

Tu Shan Fei Yue's ancient mirror hung before her, reflecting the ever-changing light and shadow on the sea. Que Shi tried several times to escape by using the edge of the formation, but was intercepted by Cang Wu Lan, who was guarding the other side. Yu Huan drew down a cold current, blocking her way again.

The resurrection restored their bodies, but the foundations burned by the black flames were difficult to recover. If Mingzhao hadn't occasionally diverted his power, forcing several clan leaders to turn back and defend themselves, they would have already collapsed.

Shen Chang'an observed the battlefield while adjusting his breathing.

Golden flames were healing his wounds, but the lingering pain deep within his soul persisted. He temporarily reduced the flow of his magic, maintaining only the power within the Phoenix Wheel, waiting for the right opportunity to strike.

Lightning ripped through the dark clouds overhead, and swirling water vapor quickly filled them in.

Between the sea and the sky, the roar continued.