Infinite flow is not like that at all

Like a slowly unfolding Tai Chi diagram, with Shen Ye's body as the central axis, it quietly rotates in the swirling, polluted black mist.

The moment all the violent energy enters this pattern, it will be tamed and circulated along a predetermined trajectory, then flow back into Shen Ye's limbs and bones.

And within black and white.

A bright red line was also forming, but instead of causing damage, it became a buffer between the two energies.

The little evil one was stunned.

"It's done?!"

.........

Five hundred meters away from the square, the ground was already a mess.

Large amounts of rock were shattered into dust, and charred pits were densely scattered all around. The corrosive traces left by the collision of dark energy and psionic energy emitted wisps of white smoke.

The remains of more than a dozen monsters were scattered on the battlefield. Their dark energy had long since dissipated, leaving only withered shells that turned to ashes with a gust of wind.

The battle went from breaking out to reaching its climax in less than ten minutes.

The difference in strength between the three mortal levels was like an insurmountable chasm, standing between the two sides.

The purple-faced man hovered in mid-air, his purple spiritual energy condensing into thin wings of light around him, and his clothes were completely wrinkle-free.

He looked down at the three figures struggling below, his tone beneath the mask carrying a hint of nonchalant mockery, as if he were looking at a few ants struggling in vain.

"You guys... seem to be failing."

The skinless man stood at the front, his skin cracked open with countless tiny gashes, dark blood flowing down his wounds, and every breath he took carried the acrid smell of burning flesh.

It burned its primordial essence, and its dark energy surged several times over. Even so, in front of the purple-faced man, it was still like a candle flickering in a storm, ready to be extinguished at any moment.

The black-haired female soul was so faint that it was almost invisible, and her originally solid figure became translucent.

The headless creature on the right was in an even worse state; the cloth bag on its shoulder was mostly torn, seven or eight tentacles were broken off, and the remaining ones hung limply, barely able to lift itself.

The ordinary monsters had already been almost entirely wiped out.

They had just been freed from the trap and their strength had not yet recovered to its peak. Facing the purple-faced man at the third level of mortal nature, even stalling for time seemed extremely difficult.

"Your mother..."

The skinless man cursed hoarsely, "How can he be so strong? Is this the power of bloodline?"

Not only are they powerful, but they can also sense the immense pressure emanating from each other's internal organs.

and.

The equipment and items on this guy are endless; that purple robe alone has already weakened their dark energy by seventy percent.

“Hold on... Don’t retreat…” The headless creature uttered a hoarse sound as dark energy reformed into tentacles within the bag.

"This might also be our opportunity."

"Chance??"

The skinless man cursed, "What bullshit chance... Even if there's a tiny chance of killing this masked man... I can't see any chance at all."

"I wasn't talking about the masked man..."

The black-haired woman, who never spoke, spoke in a weak voice, the shadow at her fingertips slowly expanding: "It's Shen Ye."

"..."

The skinless man gritted his teeth: "How could you all trust this guy so much?!"

All three attacked at the same time!

Countless jet-black hairs shot out from the ground, covering the sky and rushing towards the purple-faced man in mid-air, but they only got within three feet of him!

The headless creature suddenly ripped open the bag, and its remaining tentacle, carrying all its dark energy, was pulled out, causing the air to explode!

The skinless man was the most ferocious. With the help of his two monster comrades, he unleashed his full power and charged directly at the purple-faced man!

"A last-ditch effort?"

"We... are real monsters too."

"monster?"

The purple-faced man chuckled, his voice carrying a calm condescension, "You simply cannot imagine... how insignificant you are in this enormous millstone of all realms."

The moment he finished speaking, his spiritual energy surged once again!

The purple blade in his hand floated up.

"untie!!"

next moment.

The purple light was so bright it was blinding; a gigantic spirit blade wing manifested on it!

"A legendary weapon?!"

The skinless man roared, his dark energy exploding and condensing into a thick dark shield in front of him!

The black-haired woman and the headless man also used their last strength, with layers of black hair and tentacles blocking their way!

A deafening roar.

Smoke and dust billowed into the sky.

The three monsters crashed heavily into the ruins, their flesh and dark energy erupting forth! They were defeated in a single move!

"hiss..."

The purple-faced man's face was also somewhat pale, but it wasn't visible because of his mask. After all, activating a legendary-quality weapon with mortal power requires considerable consumption and sacrifice.

but.

He reached into his storage space and took out a bottle of red... potion, as red as boiling blood. After taking it...

The purple-faced man trembled slightly: "Tsk, comfortable... this stuff is really good."

Everything that had just been used up was replenished again.

"After killing these interesting monsters, we can go back and complete some new traces, and cultivate new ones..."

The purple-faced man was talking to himself when suddenly he heard a sound that sounded like a warning.

"I know... I can't say..."

He smiled and said, "But everyone here is going to die anyway, so it doesn't matter if they hear it."

"Spicy!"

In the distance, Xiao and Mo Xiaofeng hid behind the broken wall, feeling a chill run down their spines.

Mo Xiaofeng's throat was dry. "This is what they call a masked man..."

"The hunting grounds...the true hunters."

And the next moment.

The purple-faced man's gaze also swept in this direction.

The two of them suddenly felt a chill run through their bodies.

However, the purple-faced man did not come over immediately, but instead walked slowly toward the three-headed monster.

He needs to deal with these three first.

"I must say, you guys are really good. If you continue to grow, you'll be quite something."

"But... I don't understand."

"Why...didn't you ever think about escaping?"

"Is it because of that...?"

He glanced at the monster corpses scattered on the ground, then at the three exhausted leaders, his gaze beneath the mask passing over them and landing on the light barrier in the distance.

He couldn't see through what was inside the light barrier, but he could vaguely sense... what was happening inside.

"Working so hard."

The purple-faced man stopped in front of the skinless man, rubbing his toe against the half-arm that was lying on the ground, and said with genuine curiosity, "I'm really curious... what exactly are you protecting?"

The skinless man, supporting himself on the ground, struggled to lift his head.

Most of its bones were broken, and its dark energy was almost depleted. It looked at the calm and collected purple-faced man in front of it, and then at the unmoving light shield behind it, and felt an overwhelming sense of despair.

I can't hold on any longer.

A bitter smile tugged at the corner of his mouth as he cursed inwardly.

Damn it, Shen Ye, you've really fallen for this guy.

If I had known... I shouldn't have trusted that kid.

Despite the curses, it showed no sign of backing down. Even if it meant dying here, it would hold out until the very last second.

The purple-faced man raised his hand. He no longer needed to use his psionic energy; his opponent couldn't even protect himself with dark energy.

The blade was aimed at the skinless man's head, its sharp edge piercing through his body and scraping painfully against the wounds on his face.

"I don't want to ask you what exactly is there."

His voice was soft, yet carried an undeniable authority: "Because I'm going to see it right away."

He slightly lowered his wrist, and the sharp edge of the spirit blade was already pressed against the skinless man's forehead. The cold psionic energy stung his skin, and most importantly...

The purple-faced man did not immediately strike down. Instead, a sinister, terrifying, and boundless evil black totem appeared on his wrist. The patterns on it sent a chill down the spine of the skinless man!

It spread to the Spirit Blade, which seemed to change as well, as if it wanted to devour everything.

"Your flesh and blood, your characteristics, your dark energy... I will take them with me."

"Who are you...?" the skinless man began with difficulty, his voice choked with blood and foam, "What are the masked men...?"

The purple-faced man smiled.

He slightly gathered his strength in his wrist, ready to strike at any moment.

"Us."

You can treat us as...