Oh no! I'm surrounded by female ghosts!

In the crimson space, blood-red lightning raged and shook the entire space.

With each bolt of lightning, one of Shen Wanyu's clones shattered.

It's important to know that these clones all grow from flesh and blood.

Although they are not as strong as the original body, they still possess strength comparable to a top-tier disaster level.

But before Yang Jian could even move, the spontaneously overflowing lightning alone possessed the terrifying power to instantly kill a top-tier disaster.

The strength of a god-level being is far more terrifying than Su Ming had imagined.

You'll find out just how terrifying he is once you try it.

Su Ming immediately shook the Ten Thousand Ghosts Banner in his hand.

Boom—

In an instant, countless resentful thoughts and lingering souls surged forth.

The dark, malevolent energy surged into a towering wave, instantly filling the entire dark red space.

The sky was filled with grotesque and twisted ghostly figures, their sharp claws and fangs bared, and their mournful howls echoed throughout the heavens and earth.

The next second, they swarmed towards Yang Jian in a massive attack.

Gazing at the extraordinary phenomenon of the Ten Thousand Ghost Banner shaking heaven and earth, Su Ming nodded in satisfaction.

"Not bad, it looks very strong."

At the same moment, Shen Wanyu controlled thousands upon thousands of bloody hands, tearing through the void and strangling them layer by layer.

Not to be outdone, Tangtang unleashed a flurry of candlelight, its fine red lines instantly spreading across the entire space, crisscrossing as if to slice through the heavens and earth.

She whispered to Su Ming, "Husband, we can't use the Ghost Realm here."

This is an absolute suppressive force belonging to the level of a turbid god.

"It's alright."

Su Ming fiercely stabbed the Ten Thousand Ghosts Banner into the ground beneath his feet.

It is a ghost artifact with its own consciousness, and it can move on its own according to his thoughts without deliberate control.

After doing all this, Su Ming leaped into the air, his right arm muscles bulging, carrying the immense power to crush mountains, and punched Yang Jian head-on.

The force of that punch was enough to shatter a small section of a mountain.

But Yang Jian simply raised his hand and caught Su Ming's fist steadily without moving an inch, and didn't even look at him.

Shen Wanyu's bloody hand and Tang Tang's red thread fell on Yang Jian, leaving not a trace.

The vengeful spirits of the Ten Thousand Ghosts Banner find it difficult to even get close to Yang Jian.

However, a hand suddenly reached out from nothingness, reached into Yang Jian's chest, and pulled out a whole heart.

It's Wen Qi.

She took Yang Jian's heart directly, and was the only thing that made Yang Jian frown.

"presumptuous."

A magnificent and vast divine sound resounded, and endless thunder shook the heavens and the earth.

In an instant, crimson lightning raged across the sky, and Shen Wanyu's countless clones scattered throughout the space were all annihilated by the lightning, with none surviving.

The deafening sound directly crushed the vengeful spirits and malevolent energy filling the sky, and even a crack appeared on the surface of the Ten Thousand Ghosts Banner.

The beast head coiled beneath its feet roared to the sky, and a gale swept in all directions, instantly extinguishing all of Tangtang's candles. The threads that crisscrossed the space broke inch by inch and turned to ashes.

With a powerful kick, Su Ming was sent flying.

The pitch-black, turbid mist frantically eroded Su Ming's flesh and blood along his wounds.

Even the speed at which his flesh and blood regenerated slowed down significantly.

The next second, Yang Jian wielded his three-pointed double-edged spear, and dark divine light, mixed with blood mist, pierced through layer after layer of spatial barriers.

He firmly believed that no matter which level of space or blind spot Wen Qi was hiding in, this shot could crush him completely.

After Su Ming landed, he looked up and saw Wen Qi's figure constantly traversing through the shattered space.

Is this what a god-level being is like?

That's incredibly powerful.

Even Wen Qi, who had access to the low-level blind spot, was almost forced to reveal it.

Shen Wanyu's clones grew at a slower rate than even Thunder Annihilation.

The red candle flames of Tangtang were either extinguished or broken.

And this was merely the lingering power of Yang Jian's overflowing influence.

His true killing intent and offensive were all aimed at Wen Qi, who could harm him.

After the search yielded no results, anger flared in Yang Jian's eyes.

With a wave of his hand, a phantom giant axe appeared out of thin air.

Suddenly, Wen Qi's urgent voice boomed in Su Ming's mind: "Lie down."

Without thinking, I instinctively pounced on him.

In an instant, an ultimate light burst forth, spanning the heavens and the earth, as if the universe had just begun, its dazzling and domineering power sweeping across all directions.

Wait until the intense light dissipates and the storm subsides.

In the very center of the entire dark red space, a void cross-section spanning the heavens and the earth suddenly appeared.

This is a true zeroing out of space; the layers of barriers have been completely shattered, forcibly splitting this world in two.

Wen Qi's voice was filled with excitement.

"It's absolute suppression."

"The Turbid God level possesses absolute suppression."

"Similar to being immune to all laws and having no effect on subordinate laws."

"Any attack below the level of a turbid god cannot harm him."

"Only those at the Turbid God level can fight against those at the Turbid God level."

"This is absolute level suppression; it's impossible to fight someone of a higher level."

This is the power of a god of turbidity.

He is a terrifying presence comparable to a true secondary pollution source.

"Wanyu, you can now unleash your primal urge to proliferate."

Wen Qi had already understood.

No matter how many destructive beings there are, they cannot pose the slightest threat to a god-level being.

This is an absolute difference in dimensionality, which cannot be compensated for by quantity.

Only the knowledge bestowed upon them by Su Ming could harm a Turbid God-level being.

Without further hesitation, Shen Wanyu suddenly stretched out her arms, and six pairs of giant wings burst forth from her body.

At first glance, it appears to be gilded silver feathers, but upon closer inspection, it is discovered that it is composed of countless fascia and bone fragments.

Its wings are covered with numerous golden-red vein-like patterns, and each pattern is slowly wriggling.

Fine golden light mixed with blood-red light transformed into specks of light that rose and swirled, forming two overlapping halos above her head, one golden and one blood-red.

Fleshy, luminous tendrils sprouted from the edge of the halo, wrapping around her head like forbidden growths forcibly from her skull.

The wings spread out to the sides, obscuring half of the dark red space.

At the point where the wing roots connect to the back, swollen, twisted lumps of flesh bulged out, with skin, flesh, and bone wings intertwined and fused together wildly.

Su Ming's pupils contracted sharply, and he was deeply shaken.

Is Shen Wanyu unleashing her ultimate move?

This extreme visual impact is like a raging, unrestrained growth of flesh and blood and a frenzied instinct to assimilate all things surging beneath the holy and elegant shell of a deity.

Two extreme qualities blend perfectly in her, without any sense of incongruity.

"This is the primal urge to proliferate flesh."

"Why can the headless sister still maintain a human form?"

This was what shocked Su Ming the most.

He once followed the primal urge to proliferate flesh, and the appearance he displayed was nothing short of terrifying.

Shen Wanyu not only maintained her human form steadily, but her appearance and temperament were even better than before.

Her dark hair cascaded down to her waist, smooth and beautiful. Only upon close inspection could one see the delicate, flesh-colored tentacles interspersed among the strands.

Beneath her fair skin, layers of golden veins meandered and pulsated.

To others, it would only seem bizarre and deformed, but on her, it transforms into a unique divine majesty.

At the same time, Wen Qi released all constraints and followed the primal impulses of the lower-level blind spot.

She has completely disappeared.

Not only is it impossible to detect its presence with the naked eye.

Even Su Ming's memories and perceptions of Wen Qi's appearance and past moments suddenly became blurry and hazy, as if separated by a thick fog.

This time, Yang Jian's expression became visibly solemn. The beast head beneath his feet transformed into a cloud of blood mist, and an ancient and massive stone gate slowly materialized from the depths of the blood mist.

The three large characters "Nantianmen" can be faintly seen on it.

An intense sense of oppression enveloped the world, and Su Ming also had the thought of following his primal impulses.

But just as this thought crossed his mind, Wen Qi's voice rang out: "You don't need to."

"As long as you remain rational, we will not fall."

"You and Tangtang go first."

Su Ming and Tang Tang exchanged a glance, then quickly stepped out through the spatial passage that Tang Tang had just dug out and decisively retreated.

This battle was no longer something he could participate in.

The absolute suppression of a god-level being is something that combat power at the sixth rank or below cannot contend with.

And at this time, it is the first layer of the abyss.

One figure after another slowly appeared.

They were all clad in tattered, ancient armor, their bodies covered with varying degrees of distortion and twisting.

Their numbers were dense and endless, advancing steadily through the thick blood mist.

With each step taken down, the abyss trembled.

The Abyss Base had already sounded the highest level of alarm, and all personnel were ordered to evacuate immediately.

The official officials of the Dragon Kingdom, as well as the strange beings who joined the official ranks, all began to guard the entrance to the abyss.

Each abyss entrance was shrouded in a thick blood mist, as if something might burst out at any moment.

As light and shadow shifted, Su Ming took a step and appeared in front of Zhou Zhengyang.

Zhou Zhengyang strode forward, his face tense, and asked anxiously, "Your Majesty, is Yang Jian strong?"

Su Ming nodded: "Outrageously strong."

"Those below the level of the Turbid God are completely incapable of causing him any substantial harm."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Zhengyang swallowed hard, his face turning pale.

The current combat power ceiling on Earth is only at the sixth rank.

The Turbid God level has already reached the seventh rank.

Seeing Zhou Zhengyang's terrified expression, Su Ming patted his shoulder in annoyance: "What are you afraid of? Even if the descent of the gods is terrifying, it still needs a complete recovery process."

"While the Turbid God level is terrifying, it is still far inferior to the true ones."

Su Ming was not worried about the gods descending to earth.

Their sole purpose in descending to earth was to allow Wen Qi to gain a deeper understanding of how to proceed on the path of a turbid god.

If you really can't hold on any longer.

Go to the Doomsday Line and break the world's upper limit ahead of time, ending it from a more distant source.

Su Ming's physical strength has now exceeded 6,000.

Give him some more time, and he will be able to break the world's limits ahead of schedule.