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

Shen Chang'an looked up and saw a middle-aged man with a calm expression. But when he tried to remember the man's face, those clear features seemed to be separated by a layer of water, and he lost his impression of them in an instant.

The person who came to Du Yue's attention was a thin old man with slightly graying temples.

As Cang Gu rose from the waves, he saw yet another face.

Xu Xiuqi stood in front of the two, his left hand resting on the center of the Bagua diagram, his gaze calmly fixed on Mingzhao.

Mingzhao's expression changed, realizing that it was another human reinforcement. He immediately withdrew his short hammer, flipped the handle, and tried to pry it in from below the pattern.

Xu Xiuqi, however, turned his body to the side first.

When he landed, the hammer had not yet rotated to that position. By the time the attack truly arrived, only the gradually dissipating yin and yang energies remained in front of him.

The six-legged Netherworld Beast then pounced down from the side, its massive maw gathering dark blue light.

The pattern under Xu Xiuqi's feet turned a corner, and his body moved a short distance to the side.

A dark blue beam of light shot out with a roar, grazing his sleeve and disappearing into the distant sea.

The Minghou roared, raising both front legs simultaneously and slamming them towards the spot where he was about to land.

Xu Xiuqi extended his right hand and stopped to his side.

The hand seemed to be pressing down on empty air, but in the next instant, the shoulder and chest of the Minghou that was lunging at it collided with it.

Those slender fingers pressed against the bone nail and gently flicked it.

For some reason, the grayish-white nail plates suddenly lost their original hardness and shifted to both sides along the fingertips. The muscles below were exposed, and the connections between the blood vessels and tendons shifted accordingly.

He casually swept his palm outwards again.

The roar of the Dark Hou suddenly changed tone.

From the shoulder to the side of the chest, a large piece of bone armor connected to the flesh was completely peeled off!

The tendons separated along their respective paths until the cut surface was completely exposed, at which point blood gushed out violently.

With its forelimbs losing support, the massive body of the Dark Hou crashed into the sea.

Dark blue light surged from the wound, attempting to pull back the detached flesh. But the tissues had already scattered, and once they fell into the water, they were swept away in all directions.

Several powerful demons who were about to step forward simultaneously slowed down.

Xuan Ce stared at the hole in Ming Hou's chest, his expression full of surprise and doubt.

The ninth-realm demonic beast that had forced everyone back was suddenly stripped of a large portion of its body by a single hand gently touching it.

What kind of magic is it?

Mingzhao's pupils contracted sharply, and he immediately swung his hammer at Xu Xiuqi's right shoulder.

This strike was delivered with all its might; wherever the hammerhead passed, space itself cracked open.

Xu Xiuqi had already moved forward.

Before Mingzhao could raise his arm, he stepped inside the swinging short hammer. The hammer blade grazed past his shoulder, and his right hand landed on Mingzhao's elbow.

The movements were so precise they were almost uncanny, as if the hammer was already known how it would fall, and all that was needed was to extend the hand in advance so that the opponent would run into it.

Mingzhao immediately withdrew his strength, trying to create distance.

But the other person's fingertips had already touched flesh and blood.

An unfamiliar force swept upwards along the elbow, the gray-silver patterns suddenly lit up, and then broke off one after another as the five fingers came together.

Suddenly, his shoulder felt empty, and the arm holding the bone hammer instantly detached from his body, dislocated by the other party in a mere instant.

Mingzhao immediately retreated, and several sea tornadoes simultaneously toppled over, blocking the two of them. He passed through the water curtain, retreating several miles before regaining his footing.

Blood gushed from the severed shoulder, and the surrounding flesh writhed and struggled to reconnect. The more the gray-silver patterns circulated, the more pronounced the disorder within the wound became.

Xu Xiuqi stopped where he was and slowly lowered his right hand.

The Yin and Yang energies supported the severed arm and the white bone hammer, suspending them at his side.

In the distance, the six-legged Netherworld Beast lay low amidst the waves, its roar now tinged with fear. It tried to prop itself up, but the missing piece on its chest caused its forelimbs to sink again, forcing it to drag its wounded body back towards the Netherworld.

Several clan leaders nearby stopped in their tracks.

From blocking the short hammer to severely injuring the Dark Hou, and then dislocating Ming Zhao's arm, it was only a few brief exchanges.

Every movement and gesture of the newcomer occurred before the actual attack.

Shen Chang'an helped Qian Bian to his feet and then looked down at the right hand that was hanging down.

With just a few casual moves, the opponent forced the two ninth-realm experts, who had been pressing down on everyone until they could barely breathe, back several miles away.

Mingzhao stared at the indistinct face, then looked down at the shoulder that was still unable to be repaired.

A moment later, he raised his only remaining hand and tore off large chunks of flesh around the cut.

The gray-silver pattern then broke.

Only after discarding this altered part of the body did the demonic energy surging from the sea finally re-integrate into the wound. Bones emerged from it, and tendons and flesh quickly intertwined, soon growing into a new arm.

His skin tone was grayish, and his knuckles were still somewhat stiff when he moved them.

Mingzhao slowly clenched his fist, his gaze fixed on Xu Xiuqi.

"Who exactly are you?"

Xu Xiuqi said, "Who I am... is not important."

"But you will soon die here."

Mingzhao's eyes darkened.

But the other party had already raised their left hand.

The yin and yang energies swirled around the severed arm hanging by his side, forcing the flesh apart, and the white bone hammer fell into his palm. Black and white light swept along the hammer handle, gradually suppressing the remaining gray and silver patterns.

Mingzhao's expression changed; the connection between him and the White Bone Hammer was severed.

The next moment, Xu Xiuqi took a step forward.

But then the figure suddenly appeared on the other side.

Before the blade could even strike and before Mingzhao could turn around, a hand had already pressed down on his shoulder and back.

That eerie power was unleashed once more, and the flesh on his body parted to the sides.

Half of his shoulder blade and a section of rib suddenly detached. Mingzhao lunged forward, his mangled body transforming into a black stream that recombines hundreds of feet away.

Demonic energy surged from the surroundings, filling the wound and regenerating into flesh and blood.

Xu Xiuqi frowned as he watched this scene.

He can alter the body, sever the flow of power, and destroy the connection between flesh and blood, but the scattered demonic energy still remains.

As long as Mingzhao abandons the injured parts in time, it can be repaired with the help of other forces.

The demonic energy accumulated in the deep sea of ​​the Northern Sea has not yet been exhausted and is surging upwards along the activated waterways.

Mingzhao also took advantage of this, repeatedly replenishing the body's depletion.

His newly formed flesh and blood had barely solidified when he prepared to launch another attack.

Nearby waterspouts tilted simultaneously, intertwining to form a massive ring of water that encircled the area where the two were located. Dense, gray-silver patterns rose from the water's surface, their sharp edges crisscrossing as they converged towards the center.

The Bagua diagram beneath Xu Xiuqi's feet slowly rotated.

Before the water ring could close, he had already stepped into a gap. The falling sharpness grazed his side, caught by the unfolding yin and yang energies, circling halfway around, and crashing back into another water curtain.

A sudden roar erupted.

A wide trench was torn open in the sea, and the demonic energy that had just surfaced from the depths was pushed back down by the cascading seawater.

Ming Zhao burst out from the blasted water curtain.

Several gray-silver bone blades simultaneously materialized from his upper body, stabbing towards Xu Xiuqi from different directions. The swirling demonic mist obscured his body, also concealing the position he was preparing to retreat from.

Xu Xiuqi closed his five fingers together, stretched them forward, and just happened to grab the wrist that emerged from the black mist.

Mingzhao's expression suddenly changed.

Xu Xiuqi pulled him forward and placed his other hand on his chest.

The flesh in front of the chest caves inward, and the connections between the bones, tendons, and internal organs are simultaneously dislocated.

The entire body was divided into several pieces from the center, which were then covered by the unfolding Bagua diagram and pressed down onto the sea surface.

The black and white energies swirled within the image, rapidly disintegrating the remaining fragments.

A moment later, a wisp of black energy still seeped out from the edge of the pattern, engulfing the nearby demonic energy and gathering again on the other side.

The head, neck, and torso take shape in sequence.

The recovery was much slower than before, and the aura of the Mingzhao also weakened.

Xu Xiuqi then pushed his palm forward, pressing the Bagua diagram down again.

The two forces collided violently at sea.

The clouds in the sky rolled outwards, and the light screens of several Zhenhai cities in the distance simultaneously caved in. Xuan Ce hurriedly activated the great formation to disperse the aftershocks, while nearby warships continued to retreat.

Cang Gu gazed ahead, his surprise and doubt growing ever stronger.

Mingzhao was able to leave the Abyss Gate by borrowing the demonic energy accumulated at the bottom of the sea and by leaving the stone slab at the entrance of the passage to withstand the repulsion. Even so, his body was still cracking and could not hold on for long.

But what about the person in front of you?

Since his appearance, it seems that the rejection from heaven and earth has never affected him.

He neither used any treasure to conceal his aura nor showed any signs of forcibly maintaining his physical form. Each move he made was effortless and natural, as if he were naturally capable of wielding such power in this world.

Cang Gu stared at the figure and slowly spoke, "How exactly does he walk in this world...?"