Qing Yang's long spear was directly lifted upwards, his arms crossed to block and pin the spear. He was unfazed by the opponent's words. The advantage of a spear did not lie in brute force; it was normal to be outmatched in a clash of strength. He spun the spear in his hand, his arms pulled by the momentum, forcing him to release his grip. If he didn't, his arms would be shredded into pieces by the twin spears. Breaking free from his arms, Qing Yang swung his long spear repeatedly, a blur of spear shadows filling the air. He moved his fists quickly, and the two clashed against the spearhead.
Although Ba Yuan's strength was formidable, the spearhead's unpredictable movements during their clashes prevented him from exerting his full power. It was frustrating. The advantage of a spear user lay in their agility. An inch longer meant an inch stronger. With its superior reach, a spear could defeat any opponent in flexible combat. Qing Yang was employing this technique.
The spear danced in his hand like a spirited elf, as if it had a will of its own. It cleverly evaded the incoming fists and attacked from the side, instantly gaining the upper hand and launching a full-force offensive.
"As expected of a spear cultivator, quite troublesome. But in the face of absolute power, all techniques are useless."
More immense power gathered in his fist. This punch, when thrown, was met by an air current that blocked the spearhead from advancing further. Seizing the moment, Ba Yuan stepped forward. He was essentially a body cultivator, his physical strength far exceeding that of a normal cultivator. If this punch had landed on Qing Yang, he would have been severely injured at best. Facing the incoming fist, Qing Yang released his spear, kicked it into the air with his left leg, and then dodged backward. The punch missed, the air exploding.
The power of this punch was evident, affecting the very air. The spear rotated 360 degrees above his head. He opened his palm, catching it smoothly, and aimed the spearhead.
The two waves of energy clashed, neither giving way. The sound wave and the evil spirit sword energy wave met, resulting in a stalemate. The fingers plucking the guqin quickened, increasing the frequency of the sound waves. The sound wave gained the upper hand. The long sword danced, evil spirit energy gathering on it. The sword energy was contained, and with a single strike, a black sword energy blade flew out, entering the sound wave and cutting it in half.
"Is this all you've got?"
Yun Liu sneered. He hadn't used his full strength yet. It seemed the maiden before him was at her wit's end.
"You don't need to know. All you know is that you will die by my hand today."
"Ridiculous. If this is your only resort, then you are the one who will die."
Both spoke with arrogance, each confident, though it was unclear where this confidence stemmed from.
Li Huan did not reply. The guqin on her arms trembled slightly, then exploded into fragments. The strings floated around the debris, connecting the fragments. They slowly attached themselves to her body.
She was like she was wearing armor, a whip made of strings in her hand. This was Li Huan's true combat form.
The guqin was merely her first state; this was her second form, her true strength.
Seeing this transformation, it was the first time she had witnessed such a spectacle. The guqin had become armor, and the strings had become a long whip. This had completely departed from the realm of a guqin player. Her aura was now equal to her opponent's. A smile touched her lips. This was more interesting. This kind of battle was more engaging.
The two figures collided, and Li Huan, clad in guqin armor, was no weaker than her opponent. The two figures fought from the ground to the sky, fiercely.
In the cultivation world, Sheng Qing was fighting Xie Shang. Xie Shang's attack speed could be described as surpassing time and space. To Sheng Qing's eyes, his opponent's body barely moved, and he could only defend, attack, and evade. The scene of one remaining still while the other moved freely was uncanny.
"Not bad. It seems I need to show some strength."
Xie Shang found their performance commendable. Among his opponents, only one had managed to persist for such a long time: Chen Tian. This current opponent was qualified to be taken seriously, at least momentarily. He still had other tasks, but that didn't stop him from wanting to play around.
Several dark figures split from his body and surged forward. Sheng Qing's eyes opened, revealing different pupils. With one glance, he could discern the trajectory of the dark figures. His limbs crisscrossed, and he remained in a purely defensive state, unable to find an opportunity to attack.
"Tian Yi, this won't do. You must take the initiative."
Qing Yao's voice echoed in his mind. Sheng Tian Yi was in control of the body, but they could also control it together. Doing so often led to uncoordinated movements. When they merged, Qing Yao had handed over control to Sheng Tian Yi.
"I know, but this guy is too fast. I can't track him. Is this the strong enemy Chen Tian mentioned?"
Facing Xie Shang's attack, Sheng Tian Yi frantically sought a solution in his mind. Suddenly, an idea struck him. He distanced himself and swung his arm, sending a beam of light into the sky. The entire region within a seven-hundred-mile radius was enveloped by a formation. Pressure descended from above.
The gravity was tens of thousands of times stronger. He couldn't even fly, the gravity was so immense. Fortunately, it had forced the opponent's figure to reveal itself. Xie Shang hadn't expected this guy to use a gravity formation to force him out. His body couldn't withstand such gravity.
Unable to bear the strain, his body fell to the ground.
"This is no good for you either. You can't move either. Do you think you can stay here with me for thousands or tens of thousands of years?"
Xie Shang said through gritted teeth.
"That's different for me."
His tone suddenly changed, even his voice was different. He handed over the initiative to Qing Yao. His body, which couldn't rise, slowly ascended, though the gravity still affected him.
He was slightly better off than Xie Shang. Suddenly, he thought of something and spoke, "You... one of you is a formation master. Damn it!"
Realizing this, he understood that a formation master would significantly reduce the effect of the formation on themselves. This was something he had overlooked. What could he do now? Under this enhanced gravity, he couldn't increase his attack speed. It was good enough to barely fight.
On Earth, three people were cornering Xie Ou. Xie Ou's words each time carried a seductive power. If Chen Tian hadn't been there to warn Pigeon and Number, they would have long since become his puppets. Xie Ou's powerful ability was charm. His words could completely control and enchant his opponents, even turning them into slaves beyond redemption.
This ability was very troublesome. Number and Pigeon were affected by the charm, otherwise, this battle wouldn't have dragged on for so long.
Chen Tian's clone's strength was no match for Xie Ou. The gap between them was too vast.
"Pigeon, Number, let's retreat for now. We need to find a solution. Withdraw!"
Chen Tian commanded. They nodded in agreement. Indeed, they couldn't fight with full focus like this.
"Want to leave? Did you ask me first?"
As the figures were about to block the three, a heavenly cage formed, trapping Xie Ou.
"Heavenly Dao makes a move. But how long can it hold me? I'll have to see."
The one who made the move was Heavenly Dao. At this moment, Heavenly Dao had completely merged. The merging process shouldn't have been this fast. For some reason, it completed instantly. Sensing their danger, it had intervened to help.
The three headed towards the fortress. Before a solution to the charm could be found, this battle was difficult to decide.
The abilities of the Evil Spirit race were truly peculiar and troublesome.
Excluding Chen Tian's main body, the battles of everyone else were basically at a disadvantage.
Who would win this ultimate battle?