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

After passing through the abyss, Ming Zhao slowly opened his eyes.

The incarnation has been destroyed.

When the wisp of consciousness that remained within retreated, it also brought back the burning pain of the black flames. Although the connection had been severed, the sensation of it seeping deep into his body along the patterns still made him frown.

He looked out the door, and among the broken pillars of the sea, three familiar connections vanished one after another. This time, even the remnants that could have been reconnected were burned away.

The number of monsters on the sea is decreasing, but the array patterns left by the dragons are beginning to re-converge.

If they continue to wait, the demon race will be able to repair the seal. The Abyss Gate, which they finally managed to open, may very well be suppressed again by the Sea-Suppressing Seal.

At that time, the arrangements made over a thousand years will be laid dormant again on the seabed.

Mingzhao's gaze darkened.

"The task entrusted to us by our lord cannot end here!"

With his avatar and three subordinates all lost, only he himself remains to break the deadlock.

To cross the abyss in one's true form, one must not only withstand the rejection of this world, but also use up the reserves originally intended for the future, and even damage one's own foundation.

Even if he manages to get out, the time he can stay will be very limited.

But he had no choice but to do it.

Mingzhao stood still for a moment, then finally raised his hand and reached out towards the deep sea of ​​the Northern Underworld outside the Abyss Gate.

"It's been stored for so long, it's time to use it."

The gray-silver patterns spread along the fingertips, passed through the broken seal, and disappeared into the dark seawater outside the door.

Deep in the Northern Sea, the silent ravines trembled.

Beneath the fractured rock layers, between the seals of past dynasties, and on the seabed piled high with the corpses of demons, wisps of black energy slowly seeped out.

For millennia, demonic energy has continuously invaded the Northern Sea, some of which has been suppressed deep within by heavy water and seals. Through these repeated infiltrations, Mingzhao has gradually gathered this power, storing it in ravines and rock strata far from the Abyss Gate, always awaiting the opportune moment to activate it.

These accumulated reserves scattered throughout the deep sea of ​​the Northern Sea were simultaneously awakened at this moment.

Streams of black energy converged from all directions, crossing ravines, bypassing the remaining dragon patterns, and finally gathering outside the abyss gate. Along the way, several decaying skeletons were swept away from the seabed and scattered into fragments, and the demonic energy residing deep within the bones was also extracted.

Mingzhao raised his other hand, pressed it against his brow, and slowly tightened his fingers, pulling out the stone slab embedded in his forehead bit by bit.

The gray-silver patterns stretched taut between the stone slab and the flesh, then broke one after another. After the stone slab was removed from his body, his face quickly turned ashen.

The slate is the foundation of the original species.

To allow his true form to transcend the limitations of heaven and earth, he could only temporarily leave the stone slab at the Abyss Gate to absorb the repulsion, and then use the demonic energy accumulated in the Northern Sea to maintain the passage.

And every impact will land directly on his foundation.

The broken lines and crumbling stone fragments cannot be repaired simply by devouring a few demons. If it continues for too long, even the stone slab that gave birth to him may be completely destroyed.

After removing the stone slab, he slammed it against the center of the abyss.

boom!

The ancient demonic energy that had been gathering outside the door suddenly contracted.

The narrow stone slab unfolded in the black current, its fine engravings stretched out and embedded in the edge of the abyss. Thick demonic energy piled up along the engravings, extending from the threshold towards the northern darkness, supporting a dark passage.

The remaining seal immediately lit up, dragon patterns pierced the black mist, and the entire passage trembled violently. At the same time, the repulsion of this world descended, continuously squeezing the newly opened boundary inward.

The first piece of stone chipped off the edge of the slab.

The hollow between Mingzhao's brows trembled, and his expression grew even more unpleasant.

He stared at the barely stable passage, finally lifted his foot and stepped out. As soon as he stepped out, the skin on his ankle immediately cracked open.

Gray-silver patterns rose from beneath their feet, temporarily redirecting the oppressive force towards the door frame and stone slabs. The demonic energy accumulated over millennia was rapidly dissipated, creating a passageway ahead.

Mingzhao continued forward.

His shoulder was torn open, and grayish-white debris fell down his sleeve. The stone slab behind him trembled violently, and the fine line on its surface slowly widened.

But his body eventually crossed the threshold, and an aura far stronger than his avatar pressed into Beiming. It was the aura of a complete ninth-level cultivator!

This time, it was his true form that stepped out of the Abyss Gate!

From the darkness behind, a low, guttural roar followed.

A colossal monster approached the passage, its greyish-white curved horns extending backward from either side of its head. Six thick limbs trod on the gravel, and its back was covered with layers of bone armor. A dark blue light flowed between the armor's seams, and a long tail covered in thorns trailed behind it.

It has no stone slabs on its body; its terrifying aura comes from its flesh and bones themselves.

Nine Realms Demonic Beast, Six-Legged Netherworld Beast!

This was the mount that accompanied Ming Zhao. He raised his hand and pressed down on the head of this six-legged Minghou, covering its body with some black energy.

The Dark Hou roared as it stepped into the passage.

Despite the repeated explosions of its back bones due to the repulsion of heaven and earth, it still followed Mingzhao forward, each time its six legs landed, causing the passage to tremble slightly.

Upon seeing this, several demons behind immediately rushed to follow.

The first one, having just crossed the doorway, was crushed by an invisible force that suddenly tightened. Only a few exceptionally powerful demons managed to squeeze through the gaps created by the Netherhound.

The passageway has begun to collapse.

The detached stone slab hangs in the center of the abyss, enduring the seal and the repulsion of heaven and earth alone, its edges constantly crumbling. Even if all the demonic energy accumulated in this seabed for thousands of years were exhausted, it could only maintain passage for a short time.

Mingzhao flipped over and landed on the back of the Minghou, the gray-white bone material in his palm continuously condensing into a short-handled white bone hammer.

With the stone slab gone from his forehead, his face actually looked more human, but the hole between his brows never healed.

He gripped the hammer handle and looked up.

"Walk."

The six-legged demon shattered the waves, carrying the converging black currents, and rushed straight to the surface of the sea.