C78 Work Together to Kill!

The Broken Soul Staff came to an abrupt halt.

Midair, the staff quivered intensely, yet it could not advance even an inch further.

Gradually, Zhu Huan rose to his feet.

"Whew!"

The Spiritual Qi of Heaven and Earth, along with the Qi within the pit and the desolate expanse of the forbidden zone, turned fierce and wild in an instant.

Everyone sensed a tumultuous surge in the Spiritual Qi the very moment Zhu Huan stood up.

The sparse Spiritual Qi coalesced into cloud-like clusters, drawn to Zhu Huan, cascading down from above the pit.

They settled around Zhu Huan, whose eyes flickered with an increasingly sinister green glow.

He pointed directly at Yan Lu.

A torrent of dense, ferocious Spiritual Qi overwhelmed Yan Lu.

Yan Lu, buffeted as if by massive cotton swabs, stumbled backward in a forced retreat.

The Broken Soul Staff, unable to inch forward, now hurtled back toward him.

"That staff is an Earth Level Seventh Grade weapon. Yan Lu's power is too weak to wield it for long!" Wu Ji from Eastgriffin furrowed his brow and cautioned Han Hui, "Sister Hui, Zhu Huan is unnaturally sinister. We must stay vigilant."

"Huff! Puff!"

The thick Spiritual Qi shrouded Zhu Huan and everyone in the pit.

Yu Yuan felt the malice in the Spiritual Qi of Heaven and Earth; it could not be absorbed or refined, and it was assaulting him, threatening to disrupt his internal Qi and flesh.

Suddenly, Yu Yuan could no longer clearly make out Su Yan or Zhan Tianxiang.

"Ssssh!"

Streams of eerie green light, like spectral serpents, slithered out from Zhu Huan, targeting the nearby Su Yan and Zhan Tianxiang.

Su Yan's Celestial Clothing unleashed its formidable might.

Luminous halos emanated from each feather, cloaking Su Yan in an aura of divine descent. Her presence commanded respect without anger, her ethereal elegance complemented by swirls of white mist.

Su Yan took to the skies.

Aloft, her arms swept through the air, majestic as a roc unfurling its wings.

Brilliant light burst forth from her being and from the wings she donned.

The Spiritual Qi, once under Zhu Huan's dominion, now scattered to either side in response to her movements.

A feather, as if plucked from the Celestial Clothing or perhaps from some distant place, suddenly materialized between the middle and ring fingers of Su Yan's left hand. This feather, seemingly forged from pure energy and resembling a peculiar crystal, cast an illusory, surreal aura while hinting at boundless wonders. Even from afar, the brilliance it emitted compelled Yu Yuan to avert his gaze after only a moment.

In an instant, the feather vanished from between Su Yan's fingers as if it had never been. Yet, as it disappeared, the tumultuous Spiritual Qi around them calmed in the blink of an eye.

"Eh!" someone exclaimed, pointing at Zhu Huan in shock. "The feather!"

Within the enigmatic depths of Zhu Huan's eyes, a speck of green light descended upon the feather like corrosive acid, threatening to dissolve it. Unbeknownst to all, the feather that had vanished from Su Yan's grasp now emerged within Zhu Huan's gaze.

The eyes, after all, are the windows to the soul.

Thus, the feather, much like Yan Lu's Broken Soul Staff, possessed the power to obliterate the soul.

"The Celestial Clothing truly lives up to its name. Fascinating," Yu Yuan remarked with a subtle nod of approval.

Then, a roar that could split the heavens erupted from Zhan Tianxiang. His clothes lay in tatters, his upper body bare, eyes bulging in frenzied madness. His broad back bore the vivid tattoo of the Golden Elephant Ancient God, so lifelike it seemed the once-dominant Demon God, at the pinnacle of the Tenth Level, was perched upon him, its essence imbued within his flesh.

Zhan Tianxiang's presence surged like a waterfall defying gravity, growing wildly in intensity. The Golden Elephant Ancient God's tattoo on his back stirred with his twitching muscles, pulsating as if awakening to life.

Yu Yuan couldn't help but feel that the roars emanating from Zhan Tianxiang were not his own but those of the Golden Elephant Ancient God, resonating from some corner of the Boundless Land. Through the tattoo on his back, the ancient deity conveyed its fury and ferocity, intimidating all creatures.

Despite a fall from grace, the Golden Elephant Ancient God remained a formidable Ninth Level being, a human cultivator on par with those of the Unrestrained Stage.

The roars of the beast were imbued with his divine might and demonic power, a testament to his understanding of the core forces of the vast universe.

"Puff! Puff! Puff!"

Zhu Huan's freshly restored flesh was relentlessly bombarded by the roars, causing his insides to burst continuously.

His body, which had barely risen, was violently slammed against the rock wall once more.

It was as though the roar of the Golden Elephant Ancient God had transformed into a titanic hand, pressing him firmly against the wall, leaving him immobile.

The wall itself cracked and groaned under the force of his collision, sending stones flying chaotically.

"Yan Lu, Su Yan, Zhan Tianxiang..."

Yu Yuan, concealed among the Su family's trial participants, gave a slight nod, now understanding that Zhan Tianxiang and Zhao Yafu's previous battle had indeed been held back.

Had Zhan Tianxiang unleashed his full power then, channeling the brute force of the Golden Elephant Ancient God's demonic might, Zhao Yafu would have surely been defeated.

After all, she was still a realm behind him.

Once Zhao Yafu advanced to the late stages of the Yellow Court, her cultivation, innate talent, physical strength, and dragon breath would become even more seamlessly integrated with her young dragon spirit. Only then might she stand a chance against Zhan Tianxiang in an equal contest.

"Everyone else, stand back! The three of us will join forces to slay this fiend!"

Recovering from the pushback offered by Su Yan and Zhan Tianxiang, Yan Lu seized the Broken Soul Staff with a newfound resolve, opting to channel his strength directly rather than manipulating it with his mind.

He charged at Zhu Huan with a ferocity that mirrored the Berserk Golden Rhino he once rode, which had rampaged across the wilderness in a frenzy, nearly claiming Yu Yuan's life.

In his rage, Yan Lu's presence was like a rainbow, a brilliant arc of violent, chaotic, and frenzied energies converging and crystallizing with his every thunderous advance.

This was clearly a Berserk Technique that Yan Lu had mastered.

"Boom!"

The torrent of frenetic energy, like a river bursting its banks, crashed down upon Zhu Huan with overwhelming force.

In that instant, Yu Yuan could sense that Zhu Huan's very bones and organs had been pulverized into a pulp.

His bones had been reduced to mere fragments.

Zhu Huan's fleshly body, originally refined to the late stages of the Spirit Accumulating Stage, couldn't undergo a radical transformation in such a short time after being infiltrated by the foreign soul.

Otherwise, the Silver Iron Lightning wouldn't have been able to penetrate his flesh so thoroughly.

Likewise, regardless of the invading soul's strength, it was doomed to fail, as Zhu Huan's physical resilience was simply inadequate to withstand Yan Lu's devastating blow.

Reduced to a formless mass, Zhu Huan's body had lost all its worth—devoid of a skeletal structure to hold it together, and with no energy coursing through its meridians.

Even his head had burst open in a mere moment.

Afterward, only specks of green light emerged, escaping from the remains of his skull.

"Hmm?"

Yu Yuan felt the weight in his arms as the sword light intensified once again.

Instinctively, he reached out with one hand, pointing towards the drifting green specks that had escaped from Zhu Huan.

A profound, boundless, and ancient terror of sword intent, along with the will of the sword soul, reached the green lights in an instant.

One by one, the specks of green light were snuffed out, vanishing without leaving the slightest trace.

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