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

Mingzhao glanced around.

The demon race is still increasing its troops.

Although the clan leaders were all injured, their auras gradually stabilized with the support of the great formation and Lu Qingyan. Behind them was a continuous stream of power from the entire royal court and the Northern Underworld garrison.

The situation was no longer on his side, so he suddenly flipped his short hammer and smashed it at Yuan Chongyue, trying to severely injure some of the clan leaders as much as possible.

Yuan Chongyue hurriedly raised his black gold staff to block, but instantly the staff bent violently, his arms were torn open, and he was forced to stagger backward. Mingzhao was about to pursue when Lei Hong charged at him head-on, his forehead adorned with thick bolts of lightning, forcing him to turn and defend himself.

Lion's spear followed closely behind the lightning bolt, thrusting straight for the wrist holding the hammer.

Mingzhao condensed a spiritual energy barrier with his left hand, which just blocked the spearhead. Du Yue's golden-red fire feathers fell on it, burning the barrier and causing it to twist violently.

Shen Chang'an arrived following the firelight.

The sword transformed into a thousand forms, its black flames clinging to the blade as it cut into the crevice burned open by the Phoenix True Fire.

Mingzhao stopped in time, but a scorch mark was still left on the back of his hand.

Although the wound was shallow, the black flames that had seeped into it caused the gray-silver patterns to pause briefly. He immediately peeled away the surface flesh, and with another wing blade slashing down from above, he could only raise his hammer to meet the attack.

The short hammer collided with the golden wing blade, tearing a spatial rift that forced Peng Lie back and also revealed a gap in Ming Zhao's chest.

Shen Chang'an's longsword transformed back into a spear, which he used to strike the man's chest, leaving flames before quickly retreating.

Mingzhao's face grew increasingly gloomy.

He could easily handle any one of them alone. But when several clan leaders pressed him in turn, he was forced to constantly switch his defenses, and Shen Chang'an's black flames would specifically target these turning points to invade, like slippery rats that were impossible to catch.

His wounds multiplied, and flames spread inward along his flesh, continuously draining the power that sustained his avatar.

Mingzhao once again stirred up the demonic energy beneath the sea, causing the array patterns on Xuan Ce's back armor to light up, tightening the pressure on several nearby waterways. Tu Shan Feiyue rotated the mirror light, diverting some of the surging black mist to the side and sending it into the fire that Shen Chang'an had left behind.

The amount of demonic energy that can be replenished into the body is decreasing.

In the distance, the Kunpeng suddenly let out a long cry.

Mingzhao flicked his finger, attempting to drive it to break through the encirclement.

Just as the enormous fin was raised, golden light rose from the seawater, pressing it down again.

Cang Gu coiled on one side of Kunpeng's head and neck, with the Ding Cang Pearl suspended above, pulling several thick water chains to lock its movements. Du Yue then used the Xuan Yuan Zhen Hai Seal to connect the underwater stone pillar, pressing down the weight of a large area of ​​seawater onto it.

Each time the Kunpeng struggles, new dragon patterns rise from the water, dispersing the impact throughout the entire formation.

"You all focus on dealing with him!"

An ancient voice pierced through the roar.

"I can hold on here!"

Shen Chang'an withdrew his gaze, and his spiritual domain unfolded behind him.

The sparse branches and leaves of the paulownia tree swayed gently, and the spiritual power accumulated from burning demonic energy surged along the meridians to Qianbian, causing the black flames on the spear to recede.

Peng Lie flew over Ming Zhao's head first.

Two wing blades slashed down, forcing the short hammer to rise again. Yuan Chongyue then swung his staff, striking the side of the hammer handle and causing the arm to deflect outwards.

Lion's spear thrust into Mingzhao's left shoulder, forcing him to take a half-step back.

The array patterns set up by Xuan Ce suddenly lit up beneath his feet.

A thick light rose up along his legs, and Mingzhao's figure froze for a moment. Several spiritual energy barriers immediately appeared in front of his chest.

Phoenix True Fire struck first.

The golden flames on Shen Chang'an's spear merged with the phoenix feathers hanging from Du Yue's head, burning the center of the barrier inward. Immediately afterward, Qianbian, carrying condensed black flames, pierced through several layers of defense and stabbed into Mingzhao's chest, pouring all the black flames into him.

Mingzhao's body jolted violently.

Grayish-silver patterns rose from the flesh, attempting to separate the flames, but the black flames had already spread rapidly along the connection that maintained the avatar. The scorch marks left earlier lit up at the same time, merging with the flames on the chest.

He suddenly turned the short hammer in his hand, intending to kill the boy in front of him directly.

Yuan Chongyue pressed down on the hammer handle again, and Peng Lie's wing blade followed closely, slashing at the arm holding the hammer and intercepting the attack halfway.

Black flames surged from Mingzhao's shoulders and back, and the solidified flesh began to peel away, revealing the gray-silver patterns that broke off one after another inside.

Shen Chang'an stared at his face, not daring to relax for a moment.

Mingzhao seemed to know that defeat was inevitable. He glanced down at the spear in his chest before looking back at him.

He said softly, "Not bad."

Shen Chang'an gripped the gun tightly and continued to urge the black flames, which completely engulfed his entire body.

Mingzhao's arm then disintegrated, and the short hammer slipped from his fingers. Before it even touched the sea, it turned back into a cracked gray-black stone shard, which was then swept into the fire.

The last wisp of gray-silver light went out, and the oppressive aura surrounding everyone finally dissipated.

The lines between the Kunpeng's head and neck lost their support and began to fade rapidly.

Cang Gu maintained the water chain until the enormous body gradually stopped struggling, and only then did he breathe a sigh of relief. However, Kunpeng also seemed to have lost its life.

Shen Chang'an's chest heaved violently. He suppressed his surging blood and turned to look at the three True Name Species that had been suppressed.

"Leave them to me."

The powerful demons guarding the vicinity immediately moved aside.

The stone crown of Mi Hai, the waist seal of Que Shi, and the stone spine remaining in the Lu Heng spear were each sealed in mid-air by an array. Their surfaces were covered with cracks, but a faint glow still lingered deep within, trying to repair their bodies.

He raised his hand, and the black flames first swept over the mangled body, burning away all the remaining flesh and blood. Then they gathered inward, enveloping the three stone tablets that had been transformed into them.

This time, he gathered every single piece of broken debris into the fire.

The three stone slabs shook violently.

A blurry face emerged from the stone crown, but it was burned away before it could take shape. He closed his eyes and slowly probed into it with his divine sense.

He meticulously examined the intricate patterns of the stone and the residual power hidden within its cracks, repeatedly burning them away.

As time passed, the vibrations of the stone slabs finally subsided.

He only extinguished the flames when the faint light in the deepest part of the room was completely extinguished.

In the end, all that remained in his palm were a few dull pebbles.

At the same time, the immense power refined by the black flames surged into his body along with the flames. Shen Chang'an's figure flickered, and he immediately guided it towards the Spirit Realm.

Originally stopping at the boundary of 2,200 zhang, it then expanded outwards.

Black and gold light spread across the sea, the roots of the sycamore trees stretched into the newly born land, a touch of green sprouted among the withered yellow leaves, and the deep veins in the trunk also lit up again.

Two thousand three hundred feet!

Two thousand four hundred feet!

He only managed to stabilize the growth momentum when the border expanded to 2,500 zhang.

His physical body and soul were still injured, and continuing to expand his spiritual domain would only make the suddenly increased power harder to control. He temporarily stored the remaining portion deep within his spiritual domain, intending to refine it slowly later.

After a moment, he slowly exhaled a breath of stale air, checked the pebbles in his palm one last time to make sure there was no residual power in them, and then released his grip.

A few pieces of debris fell into the sea, and with that, the three true-named species were declared completely dead.