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But in the time before Lin Xiao arrived, the three ninth-tier beings in the Misty World were not idle.

As Dark Erosion watched the approaching seven-colored streak of light in the distance, a mocking smile appeared on his lips.

"Since the guests haven't arrived yet, let's keep our host company for a while."

He raised his right hand, and gray destructive power condensed in his palm, transforming into a huge pillar of light.

The beam of light was hundreds of meters in diameter and contained enough energy to destroy an asteroid.

The beam of light crashed down on the Holy Spirit Clan's sacred ground, its speed so great that it tore a black crack in the void.

boom--!

The Three Saints Formation trembled violently, and cracks spread out like a spider web.

Countless fine cracks appeared on the surface of the light shield, some of which even penetrated the entire light shield, allowing the gray mist to seep in from the cracks.

Sheng Hui's body jolted violently, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

His face went from pale to deathly white, and his breathing slowed rapidly.

But he gritted his teeth and continued to keep the formation running.

"Big Brother!" Sheng Yan exclaimed, wanting to rush over to help.

But the frost's attack followed immediately.

Gray frost power surged from the void, transforming into countless ice spikes that pierced towards the Holy Flame. These ice spikes were incredibly fast, and each one contained the power of a ninth-tier being.

Holy Flame had no time to dodge, so he could only concentrate the power of holy light in front of him to form a barrier.

The ice spikes slammed into the barrier, producing a series of rapid impacts.

The barrier trembled violently, cracks appeared continuously, and Saint Flame's body was shaken backward, spitting out blood repeatedly.

But the most deadly attack was the second wave of frost.

A gray, frosty light surged from between her brows, piercing through the barrier of holy flames and striking his body.

Click—click—

The power of frost spread wildly within Saint Flame's body, freezing him layer by layer from the outside in. His skin turned grayish-white, his blood stopped flowing, and his holy light power was sealed within his body.

In just a few seconds, the Holy Flame turned into an ice sculpture.

His body remained in a defensive posture, but he was completely unable to move. He was still conscious, but unable to control his body, and could only watch helplessly as he was trapped in the ice.

"Second brother!" Holy Light shouted and rushed over to break the ice sculpture.

But the Soul Devourer's soul attack came silently and struck his consciousness directly.

It was a beam of pale green light, without substance or sound, that pierced directly through matter and energy, affecting the soul.

Holy Light's body trembled violently, his face turning deathly pale. His soul was severely injured in that instant, as if it had been torn open by an invisible hand.

His consciousness began to blur, and the world before him became distorted and deformed. He heard countless voices echoing in his mind—crying, screaming, and cursing—the sounds intertwining and making his thoughts chaotic.

"Third brother!" Sheng Hui shouted, a hint of anger and resentment flashing in his eyes.

He knew that these three ninth-ranked individuals were toying with them.

They could have broken through the Three Saints Formation in one strike, but they didn't. They deliberately held back their strength, slowly tormenting them and watching them struggle in despair.

It's like a cat catching a mouse.

Every attack was perfectly timed, not killing them outright, but inflicting injury, pain, and despair.

The destructive power of Dark Erosion tore through their defenses, the icy power of Frost froze their bodies, and the soul-devouring attack eroded their consciousness.

The alternating use of the three powers kept the three elders of the Holy Spirit Clan busy and even caused them great suffering.

"Damn it..." Sheng Hui gritted his teeth, the power of holy light surging wildly within his body.

He wanted to retaliate, but the difference in strength was simply too great.

Although the Three Saints Formation allows them to unleash ninth-tier combat power, it is only pseudo-ninth-tier, still far inferior to true ninth-tier.

Although their holy light could counter the power of the mist, its effect was negligible in the face of such an absolute power disparity.

Moreover, the opponent consists of three ninth-rank individuals.

In this situation, they didn't even have a chance to fight back.

Seeing Sheng Hui's angry eyes, Dark Eclipse's smile deepened.

"What? You're not convinced?"

He walked step by step toward the Holy Radiance, gray destructive power surging around him.

With each step, the void would tremble and emit a low rumble.

"It's no use being dissatisfied. In the face of absolute power, your anger and your resistance are nothing but a joke."

"When His Majesty was in a deep sleep, we still had some intention of keeping you around, but now that His Majesty has given the order, then you..."

He raised his right hand and slapped Sheng Hui across the face.

Snapped--!

Sheng Hui's body was sent flying, a deep wound appeared on his face, and pale blue blood gushed from the wound.

Half of his face was swollen, and several teeth were knocked out.

"Big Brother!" Saint Flame struggled desperately inside the ice sculpture, but could not move an inch.

Holy Light lay on the ground, his consciousness blurred, unable to respond.

Dark Eclipse walked up to Holy Radiance and looked down at him.

His eyes were full of contempt and disdain, as if he were looking at an ant.

"You Holy Spirit Clan have been barely surviving in the Misty World for so many years, you should know one thing."

"Those who obey me will prosper, those who defy me will perish."

"By choosing to help the Eternal Alliance, you have chosen death."

He raised his foot and stepped on Sheng Hui's chest.

The power of destruction surged into Sheng Hui's body from the soles of his feet, corroding his holy light power and making his injuries worse.

"But don't worry, you won't be alone."

"When Lin Xiao arrives, we'll take him to see you."

Sheng Hui gritted his teeth, a resolute glint in his eyes.

"You...don't even think about it..."

Dark Eclipse sneered, "Don't even think about it. You think you can?"

Just as he was about to increase his efforts, Frost's voice suddenly rang out.

"He's here."

Dark Eclipse raised its head and looked into the void.

There, a streak of seven-colored light was already within reach.

Lin Xiao's figure streaked through the void like a dazzling seven-colored stream of light, speeding towards the Holy Spirit Clan's sacred land.

His omniscient rules were operating at full capacity, capturing every trace of what lay ahead.

A miniature universe slowly circulated within his body, with the power of nine rules ready to erupt at any moment.

Three ninth-tier auras clearly appeared in his perception.

A force primarily focused on destruction, with a violent and fierce aura, like a volcano about to erupt at any moment—that was Dark Erosion.

A frost-like formation, its aura cold and still, like a glacier that has never melted for millennia—that was frost.

A technique primarily focused on soul attacks, with an eerie and chilling aura, like an undercurrent in the abyss—that was Soul Devourer.

The three different power systems worked together quite well.

Dark Eclipse is responsible for frontal attacks, Frostbite for control and restraint, and Soul Devourer for sneak attacks and weakening enemies.

This is a standard combat team configuration, indicating that they often carry out missions together.

Below those three ninth-tier auras were three faint eighth-tier auras that were almost dissipating.

Those were the three elders of the Holy Spirit Clan—Holy Radiance, Holy Flame, and Holy Light.