Chapter 493: Desperate Struggle

Looking at the demonic blood sword, a premonition of ill omen suddenly rose in the Daoist Master Jupao’s heart.

*Whoosh!*

The Ebony Sword was almost touching the Ten Directions Yama Banner.

The Blood-Filth Divine Light shimmered.

The Ten Directions Yama Banner was a large target, and the Blood-Filth Divine Light struck the artifact directly.

The demonic fire on the banner's surface suddenly diminished significantly, faintly revealing the artifact's true form. The luster on the black banner quickly dimmed, and its spiritual essence was greatly damaged.

Qin Sang had long ago tested the power of the Blood-Filth Divine Light with the Ten Directions Yama Banner. Once struck by the Blood-Filth Divine Light, any artifact, regardless of its grade, could not be exempt.

However, the higher the grade of the artifact, the shorter the duration of the Blood-Filth Divine Light's effect and the lesser its impact.

It was estimated that against top-grade artifacts, the Blood-Filth Divine Light would have little noticeable effect unless Qin Sang also upgraded the Ebony Sword to a top-grade artifact.

But in a master's duel, even a moment could directly influence the situation, especially now.

*Whoosh!*

The Sword Qi Thunder Sound Divine Ability was still active. The Ebony Sword seized the opportunity created by the Ten Directions Yama Banner's damage, forcibly piercing through the obstruction of the Nine Nether Demonic Fire. In Daoist Master Jupao's terrified gaze, it instantly closed in on him.

*Whoosh!*

The Flying Yaksha was not to be outdone and instantly closed in as well.

The Ten Directions Yama Banner alone was merely a low-grade artifact.

The Ten Directions Yama Banner, with its spiritual essence greatly damaged, now exerted less power than the Ebony Sword and was no longer formidable enough. The Nine Nether Demonic Fire entangling the Flying Yaksha also significantly weakened, making the Flying Yaksha less afraid.

Daoist Master Jupao was caught off guard by the sudden turn of events and momentarily flustered. However, as a seasoned Golden Core cultivator, he managed to respond in time to this critical situation.

He suddenly swung the Ten Directions Yama Banner, directly ramming the artifact's main body into the Flying Yaksha.

His eyes were fixed on the Ebony Sword. Spiritual power surged wildly in his chest, and he forcibly twisted his body, managing to avoid a vital spot in the nick of time.

A muffled grunt escaped him.

The Ebony Sword pierced Daoist Master Jupao's left chest, bringing forth a gush of fresh blood.

The sword qi remaining in Daoist Master Jupao's body was forcibly expelled for the most part before it could erupt. The remainder did not cause a fatal injury and was suppressed.

On the other side, the artifact, with its spiritual essence greatly damaged, was subjected to a barrage of rapid attacks by the Flying Yaksha, making matters worse. It was eventually sent flying, and the banner's surface was even torn open by the Flying Yaksha, clearly rendered unusable.

Daoist Master Jupao's aura was chaotic, and his face was pale, but his injuries were not fatal.

"Blood-Filth Divine Light!"

Recognizing the Blood-Filth Divine Light ability of the Ebony Sword, Daoist Master Jupao's eyes filled with malice and envy.

He couldn't understand how a mere Foundation Establishment cultivator could possess so many rare treasures: not only a Flying Yaksha but also an artifact refined from Inter-Spacial Blood Mulberry, pushing him to such a desperate state.

Even early-stage Core Formation cultivators rarely possessed such abundant resources.

At this moment, he had completely abandoned any thoughts of counter-attacking and only wanted to escape quickly.

But Qin Sang had waited so long for this moment; how could he let him get away with it?

Qin Sang was aggressive, commanding the Ebony Sword to continue pressing the attack, cooperating with the Flying Yaksha in a pincer movement.

Soon, Qin Sang noticed Daoist Master Jupao's intention to retreat and, disregarding everything else, forced the Flying Yaksha to charge at Daoist Master Jupao despite the Nine Nether Demonic Fire.

The offensive was like a surging tide.

The Flying Yaksha fought fearlessly, sticking close to Daoist Master Jupao, leaving no gap. Now, it was Daoist Master Jupao who was constrained. Injured and without his artifact, he found it difficult to cope with the situation and felt overwhelmed.

Demonic qi and corpse qi clashed, intertwining into a chaotic mass, indistinguishable from each other, carrying destructive aura that raged through the valley.

The valley was utterly defaced.

The peach grove was completely ruined, its beauty utterly destroyed.

Qin Sang controlled the Ebony Sword to provide support, assisting the Flying Yaksha as much as possible in trapping Daoist Master Jupao. However, as the battle grew more intense, Qin Sang gradually felt his strength waning against Daoist Master Jupao.

He sensed that Daoist Master Jupao was beginning to fight with all his might.

Daoist Master Jupao was a true Core Formation cultivator. When he began to disregard everything, focusing solely on opening a path to survival, the combat power he unleashed was terrifying.

The situation on the battlefield changed in an instant. The Ebony Sword could only provide support and had not found an opportunity to attack for a long time.

Qin Sang looked deeply at Daoist Master Jupao, then suddenly made a hand gesture, recalling the Ebony Sword. His mind then returned to the Ten Directions Yama Array, and he took out the Ten Directions Yama Banner artifact from his mustard seed pouch.

Forcing out his essence blood, Qin Sang's skin turned pale.

The ten main souls appeared one after another, scrambling for Qin Sang's essence blood.

Immediately, their auras surged rapidly, and they jointly lifted the Ten Directions Yama Banner.

*Whoosh...*

The aura of the Nine Nether Demonic Fire erupted, but this time, the controller was Qin Sang!

He could not yet use the artifact as freely as Daoist Master Jupao, so he could only exert the maximum power he could control, unleashing a large surge of Nine Nether Demonic Fire into the battlefield.

"Ten Directions Yama Banner!"

The demonic qi churned, and Daoist Master Jupao's incredulous shriek echoed.

"Who are you!"

"Who exactly are you!"

"Who exactly are you!"

Daoist Master Jupao cried out repeatedly, filled with unwillingness and furious shock, but he received no response from Qin Sang.

Deep within the demonic qi, winds suddenly surged, and three consecutive tornadoes appeared, scattering the Nine Nether Demonic Fire and pushing back the Flying Yaksha.

Qin Sang could only vaguely perceive Daoist Master Jupao's state at this moment, knowing that he was fighting for his life, and he absolutely could not let Daoist Master Jupao escape.

He completely disregarded whether the Flying Yaksha would be destroyed in this battle. He, too, acted without restraint, with only one command: the Flying Yaksha must attack!

Mountains collapsed, and the earth split!

Hanshan City, separated by several large mountains, violently shook as if a land dragon had turned over, and the great river below the mountain surged with monstrous waves.

The mortals in the city, unaware of what was happening, were in a panic and filled with unease.

Inside the City Lord's Mansion, several figures stood above the palace, gazing towards the valley. Among them, the highest cultivated was only an early-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator, a white-haired old man who was advanced in age.

They exchanged glances, all with faces full of horror.

A young man couldn't help but ask, "Patriarch, it's from the forbidden area. What exactly is inside? Why did it suddenly..."

The white-haired elder gripped his staff tightly, veins bulging on his arms. He remained silent, his cloudy eyes filled with deep worry and fear.

In the valley.

Qin Sang's eyes were bloodshot.

He suddenly touched his waist, and the remaining three late-stage Foundation Establishment corpses, refined into Fiend Corpses, flew out together and then directly plunged into the battlefield.

Soon, the connection to the first Fiend Corpse was severed.

The second!

The third!

The three Fiend Corpses were destroyed in an instant.

Qin Sang felt no heartache. His eyes were red, filled with bloodshot veins, as he stared fixedly at the center of the battlefield.

He felt he was reaching his limit. His essence blood had been consumed by the main souls again, leaving him extremely weak and barely able to control the Ten Directions Yama Banner.

The Flying Yaksha was forced back again and again, only to twist its body and charge back into the demonic qi.

It was also fighting for its life, covered in countless deep, bone-visible wounds, severely damaged.