I'll make you the furnace and the cauldron, so you can refine Yin and Yang and prove the Great

The eerie blue light, like a sharp blade, tore a crack in the dark red array wall from the inside.

Xiao An's figure darted out from the rift, her soul tracing a smooth arc in the air before landing a dozen feet in front of Yin Lingyue. The Yin energy surrounding her was as deep as water, and the pressure of her early Nascent Soul stage power was released without reservation, causing the mist above the valley to drop slightly.

"He actually broke through!"

Yin Lingyue was shocked and retreated backward!

The murky disguise was gone, and for the first time, true solemnity appeared in her dark purple eyes—she sensed the aura emanating from the ghost, completely different from that of ordinary Nascent Soul cultivators. That power was purer, more restrained, and carried an ancient charm that even she found unfamiliar.

"The cultivation technique you practice..." she began, her voice hoarse with a hint of suppressed surprise and doubt, "What is its origin?"

Xiao An did not answer. She formed a hand seal, and her body suddenly dispersed, transforming into dozens of thin black chains that simultaneously wrapped around Yin Lingyue's limbs and torso from all directions.

Those chains were completely different from the Netherworld Chains she had used before—their surface was covered with fine, dark blue patterns, carrying the pure soul power unique to the early stage of the Nascent Soul realm, and each one had the sharpness to cut through the soul.

Yin Lingyue snorted coldly, and gray spiritual power surged around her, shattering the chains into pieces. But the shattered chains did not dissipate; instead, they transformed into finer black threads that regrouped, like scattered dust reforming, once again wrapping around the gaps in her movements.

As the chains reformed, Xiao An burst out from the flank, his five fingers forming claws, his soul power condensing into five dark blue beams at his fingertips, aiming straight for Yin Lingyue's dantian.

Yin Lingyue dodged to the side, the gray magic and the dark blue soul power collided in the air, exploding into a dark halo.

She was jolted back half a step by the force, a genuine shock flashing in her dark purple eyes—the fighting style of that ghost was too bizarre, not at all like the level a cultivator who had just broken through to the Nascent Soul stage should possess.

Moreover, this kind of battle is particularly difficult for her.

Li Hanshan attacked from behind. Yin Lingyue was fully focused on dealing with Xiao An's attack when, just as his aura drew near, she sensed a familiar, sharp, and chilling aura emanating from the depths of her consciousness. The Soul Sword silently slashed in from the edge of her perception, precisely piercing the core of her primordial spirit. She abruptly tightened her soul defenses, blocking the sword light outside her consciousness, but due to that momentary distraction, her left arm was entangled by Xiao An's chains.

"Damn it!" She broke free of her chains and retreated several feet, only to be caught up by Li Hanshan's second sword.

Although the Soul Sword couldn't fundamentally harm her primordial spirit, each strike caused a brief tremor in her sea of ​​consciousness, disrupting her spellcasting rhythm. Taking advantage of her momentary distraction, Xiao An approached again from the flank, her azure soul power condensing into a short blade in her palm, precisely stabbing at the weakest point of her protective aura.

Yin Lingyue was attacked by the two in turn, like prey being entangled by two venomous snakes, struggling to defend herself.

With Xiao An's breakthrough, the offensive and defensive positions changed hands in a short period of time!

She couldn't stop it!

"Retreat first!"

She wasn't going to continue fighting.

Li Hanshan and Xiao An both specialize in attacks at the soul level, especially Xiao An, who poses a great threat to her.

Since the two were trapped here anyway, she only needed to call for help to capture them. Although this would require some sacrifices, it was still better than letting Li Hanshan escape, especially considering the great price she had already paid.

But when she tried to escape, she discovered that the dark red array she had personally set up had now become an insurmountable cage—her own escape route was also blocked.

"Break the formation!" she shouted sharply, trying to activate the formation's core to open a gap, only to find that control of the core had been firmly held by several chains split off by Xiao An.

The chains clung to the array's base runes like vines, blocking the nodes through which spiritual energy flowed, turning the entire array into an iron cage that trapped her.

Yin Lingyue's face darkened completely. She gritted her teeth, took out a bone talisman from her sleeve, which was dark red and covered with countless fine blood patterns, and crushed it violently.

An extremely intense aura of bloodlust surged from the shattered talisman, pouring into the body of the silver corpse beside her. The core of the rune on the silver corpse's chest suddenly erupted with a blinding dark red light, and its entire body began to burn from the inside out, like dry tinder being ignited, with a power fluctuation far exceeding the previous one spreading out from it.

The silver corpse's movements increased several times in that instant, its claws tearing through the air with a sharp whistling sound, aiming straight for Li Hanshan's throat.

The moment the silver corpse erupted, Xiao An had already seen through the rune's weakness. While the rune's core power surged under the infusion of bloodthirsty energy, its structure became unstable, like a bladder injected with excessive gas; the internal patterns shifted slightly under the violent impact of spiritual power. She condensed her soul power into an invisible needle as thin as a hair and precisely pierced it into the shifted crevice.

The silver corpse froze for a moment. The dark red light on its chest flickered briefly, like a snapped fuse, before suddenly dimming. The massive body of the silver corpse remained suspended in mid-air for a half-batch before slowly turning, its eyes, burning with dark red flames, landing on Yin Lingyue.

"How is that possible!"

Yin Lingyue's pupils suddenly contracted. She sensed that the connection between herself and the silver corpse was being forcibly corrupted by a soul force that did not belong to her, like a dam being built in the middle of a smooth river—control was being taken away little by little.

Yin Lingyue was greatly alarmed.

This silver corpse was something she spent countless hours refining; no one can take it away.

But now, the facts are clear: Xiao An has actually taken it away.

Xiao An's method was also very simple. She used the magic in the Netherworld Record to forcibly activate the memories of the Silver Corpse's true self. This part of the memory was naturally extremely resistant and extremely hateful towards Yin Lingyue.

The Yinquan Sect's corpse-refining method is extremely evil, forcibly turning living people into corpses. However, even if the corpse king resents the cultivators of the Yinquan Sect, he is completely unable to resist.

Now, with Xiao An around, we're no longer considered inferior.

"You—" Before she could finish speaking, the silver corpse moved. Its eyes, burning with dark red flames, suddenly lit up with Xiao An's eerie blue light, and its claws tore through the air, slamming down hard towards Yin Lingyue's face.

Yin Lingyue hastily erected a defense, but was forced back several steps by the force, a trace of blood spilling from the corner of her mouth. Before she could regain her footing, Li Hanshan's Soul Sword followed closely, precisely striking the edge of her sea of ​​consciousness.

Xiao An leaped from the shoulder of the temporarily controlled silver corpse, transforming into a streak of dark blue light that struck Yin Lingyue directly in the back of the heart.

The situation has completely turned into a three-on-one battle!

"Damn it!"

Yin Lingyue was about to cry.

She never imagined that the situation would turn out so badly.

Just moments ago, he was in the advantageous position, but as soon as Xiao An broke through to the Nascent Soul stage, he was left all alone.

Although Xiao An only seized control of the silver corpse for a short time, this short time

A pincer attack from three sides.

Yin Lingyue was forced back to the edge of the array wall, her back pressed against the dark red light barrier. She had already exhausted seventy percent of her spiritual power; the silver corpse had been briefly taken from her control, and even her last trump card for turning the tide had become ineffective in the instant it went out of control. Her gaze swept between the two figures, blood still trickling from the corner of her mouth, her dark purple eyes filled with resentment.

"Stop." She finally spoke, her voice hoarse but carrying a rare hint of resignation. "We can talk."

Li Hanshan did not stop.

The broken sword gathered its last wisp of pure Yang energy in his hand, its dark sword light carrying the sharpness of an ancient sword intent, slashing towards the gray protective aura she had barely managed to condense. Xiao An's chains wrapped around her other arm from behind, restricting her movements to the edge of the great formation.

"What are we talking about?" Li Hanshan's voice was calm. "You've been chasing me for so long, and you still want to talk?"

Yin Lingyue gritted her teeth, a struggle flashing in her dark purple eyes: "Whatever you want, I can give you..."

She had barely finished speaking when Li Hanshan, Xiao An, and the Silver Corpse attacked simultaneously.

As expected of a Nascent Soul cultivator, Yin Lingyue held out for quite some time, even after she had unleashed her primordial spirit, but it was still to no avail.

If it weren't for the trapping formation, she could have escaped, but now, this trapping formation has her trapped.

At this moment, Yin Lingyue felt immense regret, regretting that she shouldn't have created this trapping formation.

"puff!"

Two days later, Yin Lingyue could no longer hold on. All her spiritual power was exhausted, and she was struck by Li Hanshan, causing her to vomit blood.

Xiao An's chains tightened, and a surge of pure soul power flowed into her meridians, suppressing her spiritual energy to its lowest point. She groaned, the rest of her sentence cut off by pain, a flicker of panic crossing her dark purple eyes.

Li Hanshan stepped forward, the tip of his broken sword pressed against her chin, revealing a victor's smile.

"Grandma Yin, you've lost."