With a flick of its tail, the Heavenly Calamity Tiger pushed off with its hind legs, carrying the two of them as they followed the black light and disappeared into the dark clouds.
The immense Duke of Thunder and the Mystic Turtle raised their heads and slowly vanished into the clouds.
"The majestic heavens shake, a thousand horses thunder!"
Above the clouds, only the divine command of the Duke of Thunder could be heard, as lightning rolled across the sky. The world trembled with booming sounds, the Bohai Sea churned, and massive waves splashed.
Then came the furious roar of the Mystic Turtle, the Ruler swift as an arrow, darting through the sky.
The enormous White Lotus bloomed, and the leader of the White Lotus Sect stood atop it, over two hundred meters tall, with Buddha's light shimmering behind his head, and thousands praised him in the void.
Below the dark clouds.
"I think it's better this way," the voice of the Heavenly Monarch of Immortality shifted between male and female, "Let those five decide the outcome, and we shall wait for the result."
"To shy away when confronted, so this is how the reputation of the Heavenly Monarch of Immortality was earned," Pure Yang scoffed coldly.
The Heavenly Monarch of Immortality glanced at him and let out a strange laugh, "If Pure Yang wants to make a move, go ahead. This old man certainly won't stop you."
Pure Yang grunted coldly, clouds rose beneath his feet, and he was about to rush into the sea of clouds.
"This won't do." The Turquoise Pool smiled softly, her veil fell away, and she soared into the sky, transforming into a mass of green light enveloping the area below the dark clouds.
"Heavenly Calamity?" the Immortal of the Nine Heavens squinted. He persuaded Pure Yang, "Don't go. That green light is an aura of disaster. It's not dangerous by itself but it will temporarily reduce your luck. Once your luck drops, a battle with Li Changzhou would mean you have a ten out of ten chance of death."
The Immortal of the Nine Heavens then looked towards the Turquoise Pool, "By casting out the Heavenly Calamity, she also loses one of her tactics."
"So you all should give way to me." The Turquoise Pool said with a smile, and everyone's mind was shaken. In the face of a great enemy, they were somewhat bewitched.
At this moment, she reached out with a moon-like jade hand and grasped the air.
The Immortal of the Nine Heavens, Pure Yang, and the Heavenly Monarch of Immortality trembled in form, and inexplicably shrank to the size of children.
"Ah!" The three of them instantly regained their senses, let out a roar, supported their mana, used their techniques, and their bodies gradually grew inch by inch.
The slender fingers of the Turquoise Pool slightly pinched, "Ruyi", supported by vast mana, once again suppressed the three.
"Help me!" The Heavenly Monarch of Immortality roared.
He had never imagined that the mana of the Heavenly Empress could be so powerful, one person subduing three.
Held by the Turquoise Pool, whether it was the heavy water of the North Sea or the Invisibility Technique, the Heavenly Monarch of Immortality had no spare heart power and mana to use.
—Hurry up and make a move, I can't suppress them much longer.
The Turquoise Pool also sent a voice transmission to Yang Qinglan, Li Qianxia, and Bi.
The distant sound of the flute came once again, Yang Qinglan tapped the Ruyi in her hand, and a spherical torrent of Heavy Rain enveloped the Jade Flute scholar. The Jade Flute scholar moved rapidly, and the sound of the flute was interrupted.
The beautiful woman shifted her figure and exploded into a sky of peach blossoms, each one turning into a beautiful woman, and countless charming figures rushed forward.
Yang Qinglan didn't even glance at them, waving the Ruyi over the sea and a fifty-meter-wide water sphere shot out from the Bohai Sea, blocking the endless beautiful women.
"You think mere mundane water can stop me?" Each of the beautiful women spoke, their infinite voices overlapping.
These people struck out all at once, shattering the water sphere.
The beautiful women surged forth like peach blossom rain, and the Fire Residence Daoist rubbed his hands together and flung two Fire Dragon Arrows, both lunging at Yang Qinglan.
The Ruyi was struck again in the air, turning the shattered droplets of water into elongated ice spikes in an instant.
Boom!
Ice Spikes, the beautiful women, and the Fire Dragon Arrows, all clashed together.
Without waiting to see the outcome, Yang Qinglan, holding the Ruyi, waved her jade arm lightly, and her white sleeve fluttered as if a Fairy was dancing, leveraging the vast Wood Energy of the Bohai Sea.
Bohai churned, and suddenly another forested island appeared beneath her feet.
The previously leveraged Bohai Water Qi transformed into Wood Energy, fell onto the forest, and the trees grew explosively like vines, lashing at the sky, whipping at the beautiful women, the Jade Flute scholar, and the Fire Residence Daoist.
The scholar brandished the Jade Flute, shattering a swath of vines, which instantly regenerated.
"Fire Residence Daoist!" He shouted.
The Fire Residence Daoist reached out, and a great fire flew in from beyond the skies, striking at the island, turning the forest into a fire pit.
Yang Qinglan raised her hand and splashed a large gush of sea water from the Bohai, not only extinguishing the great fire but also generating vigorous Wood Energy that restored the burnt forest.
"Why do we have to fight two of them!" Bi was quite dissatisfied.
Li Qianxia piloted the Mecha, under Bi's covering fire, and recklessly rushed to kill, forcing Liao Wenzheng to flee haplessly, unable to use geomantic tactics.
The Immortal wielding the Spiritual Treasure threw out several Magic Treasures, only allowing Liao Wenzheng to survive the pursuit of "Instantaneous", "Telekinesis", "Golden Spear and Iron Horse", and Hot Sight.
While Liao Wenzheng used the Compass to shift his position, he found time to glance upwards.
The battle had reached a stalemate, and the real determinant of victory was above.
Whoever won above the clouds would bring disaster upon the other side below the clouds.
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The sea of clouds churned, with lightning rolling like a stampede of a thousand horses beneath their feet.
The Primordial Spirit of the Duke of Thunder seemed to have truly transformed into the Thunder God, wielding a hammer and chisel, each strike sundering wind, fire, thunder, and lightning.
The Mystic Turtle trod upon Mystic Water, clearing away the aftermath; be it thunder, dark clouds, Flames, or Gang Wind, all disappeared without a trace, and no one knew where they went, nor did they wish to try.
The leader of the White Lotus Sect chanted Buddhist scriptures, and with a flick of his fingers, a terrifying white Buddhist light was launched. Whenever his form was damaged, the voices of ten thousand people boosted him, allowing him to recover as before.
All three had forms hundreds of meters tall, adding boundless might to them, while Li Changzhou seemed as tiny as a soybean in a watermelon.
The attorney of the Dragon Sect combined with the Ruler, no longer than a forearm and only two fingers wide, weaving through the vast sky, like a hidden and fast rat.