Daoist Competition

Under such Daoist Skills, even though the Devil possessed concealment methods, he was forced to reveal himself. He glared fiercely at the two, let out a piercing cry, and flew off into the distant sky.

With this momentary reprieve, Feng Haiyang was able to recover. He gently inhaled, formed a spell, and, from several miles away, a whistling Demon Cloud flew towards him.

Zhu Xin inadvertently glanced over and shockingly saw a female cultivator within the black mist, her eyes tightly shut, entangled amongst a group of Devils, swaying along with the dark wind smoke. She seemed to still be alive, startling her, she exclaimed, "Husband, look, Sister Xiang!"

Yang Bi turned his head and was equally shocked upon seeing this scene.

The Demon Sect’s techniques could devour cultivators’ flesh and Primordial Spirit to use for themselves. If Feng Haiyang absorbed this female, wouldn’t his Mana increase significantly? He immediately shouted, "Wife, quickly follow me to act, let’s stop him!"

The two urgently urged their spells, the golden plate above buzzed and spun, launching Sword Qi once more, merging into a stream to strike at those Devils, intending to intercept them. But fearing to harm the female surnamed Xiang, the Sword Force was far less sharp than those previous strikes.

Feng Haiyang, fighting against four disciples from the Lishan Sect and Nanhua Sect successively, suppressed them all with deep Mana, appearing calm, yet actually consuming a considerable amount. Now faced with two more disciples from the Yuan Yang Sect, even as a Nascent Soul Second Realm Cultivator, he felt somewhat weak.

Fortunately, he had anticipated the possibility of facing encirclement, hence deliberately keeping this female’s life, waiting for the moment she could be used for himself.

He laughed aloud, waved, releasing a Banner to the front, simultaneously gesturing to the hundreds of Devils.

As if pushed, those Devils suddenly let out exhausted cries, transforming into mist, darting forward, doubling their speed, flying over him, arriving before the Tribulation Water, suddenly dispersing in all directions, allowing the female to fall among them, vanishing within moments.

Feng Haiyang heard the whistle continuously in his ears, raised his head to see golden light shining above—it was the Sword Qi splitting the Banner, turning to strike him, calmly executing the Netherworld Escape Technique, yellow smoke rising under his feet as he retreated backward.

Having absorbed the female cultivator’s Essence Blood, his Mana replenished slightly, forming a spell, slightly converted, instantly over a thousand Devils emerged from the Tribulation Water, actively ramming into the Sword Qi, colliding, dissipating within moments.

Yang Bi saw Feng Haiyang looking entirely restored in spirit, his expression instantly turned unpleasant; just then Zhu Xin tugged his sleeve, joyfully saying, "Husband, two fellow Daoists from the Taihao Sect have arrived."

Yang Bi turned to look, saw from afar a Green Jade Giant Gourd flying from the horizon, on it stood a handsome young man, blue robe and green belt, exuding confidence, with another plump Daoist in his forties, stepping on a Flying Bamboo Raft, slightly trailing him, not far from here.

Upon seeing this, his anger turned to joy, looking back at Feng Haiyang, his expression now full of cold smiles.

Feng Haiyang furrowed his brow, evidently noticing the arrival of the two from the Taihao Sect.

These six individuals were all elites within their sects, their Divine Passage Skills and Dharma Treasures were extraordinary, if they attacked in unison, indeed tough to handle; in the current situation, only by devising a way to eliminate one or two could he fight them.

Thinking so, a gleam appeared in his eyes, he murmured a command, his body suddenly sank and transformed into smoke, momentarily arriving ten feet before the Nie Brothers.

Gazing at the two, he gently waved his sleeve, releasing a dense mass of black wind and smoke from his robe, as it flew out, it seemed the world darkened.

As this wind moved, it squirmed, not swift but annihilating everything it passed, whether Devils or Tribulation Water, disappearing instantly.

The Dragon Python, unaware of the danger, let out a roar, lunging forward only to reach the wind, soundlessly disintegrated into dust.

The Nie Brothers’ faces turned ashen witnessing this, the Dragon Python’s body was especially resilient among Exotic Beasts, unable to resist for a moment, rendering other Exotic Beasts equally futile, clearly they were facing inevitable doom.

This technique, named the "Nine Nether Great Compassionate Wind", was one of the Divine Powers of the Nether Spring Sect, long hidden, powerful though it consumed immense Primordial Qi when used, and had a drawback that when launched, Spiritual Energy surged like a tide, easily detected by the enemy, allowing those adept in Escape Skills to evade amidst time.

Had the Nie Brothers not exhausted their Mana and been trapped within the Tribulation Water with no escape route, Feng Haiyang wouldn’t have resorted to this technique lightly.

Facing impending death, Nie Zhang’s eyes turned completely blood-red, he suddenly roared, "Second brother, avenge me."

Pinching a spell, with a rumble, the Gang Cloud above exploded, the Nascent Soul instantly darted from the crown, transforming into a towering White Ape, robust arms raised high, tearing open the Tribulation Water, sunlight poured in, breaking open a path.

Nie Gui knew his elder brother sacrificed his Daoist Cultivation to open a path for him, unwilling to disappoint, let out a mournful cry, activated the Heart Mantra, transforming into Clear Light to escape.

Seeing him escape, Nie Zhang grinned, as the black wind blew over, the Protective Treasure Light flickered like a candle in a gale, extinguishing abruptly, the Tribulation Water surged up, enveloping him in an instant, twisted and shredded his Nascent Soul and flesh altogether, turning into Essence Qi absorbed.

Originally using the "Nine Nether Great Compassionate Wind," Feng Haiyang showed slight fatigue, now replenished by the Essence Blood of a Nascent Soul cultivator, he immediately appeared revitalized.

He stomped in place, transformed into yellow smoke flying up, suddenly rushed into a Banner, this Banner shook in place, disappeared, and reappeared behind Nie Gui, expressionlessly waving his sleeve, releasing hundreds of Devils whistling, biting towards him.

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