Chapter 688: Attrition Battle

Immortal Wheel Heavenly Dao, activate!

With a sharp command, the space in front of him instantly twisted, forming a vortex with a black hole at its center. He intended to use this method to send Yin Zhiping into the spatial black hole.

However, Yin Zhiping seemed to see through it all, letting out a sinister, grotesque laugh. "Your cultivation is far from sufficient."

As Yin Zhiping sneered, he stamped his foot fiercely, stabilizing the space around him. No matter how the Immortal Wheel Heavenly Dao vortex spun, it could not swallow him up.

Thud!

On the other side, Ye Chen spat out another mouthful of fresh blood.

Just as Yin Zhiping had said, his cultivation fell short. He could transfer inanimate objects like teacups, tables, chairs, or small stones into the spatial black hole, or even send himself in, but it was extremely difficult to move other living beings.

Moreover, Yin Zhiping was not just any living being—he was extraordinarily powerful and would resist. Once he resisted, the Immortal Wheel Heavenly Dao vortex was powerless against him.

Ye Chen's attempt failed. It wasn't that Immortal Wheel Heavenly Dao was too weak; it was his own cultivation that was lacking. Not only did he fail, but he also suffered a severe backlash, depleting a significant amount of his Immortal Wheel pupil power.

"Ye Chen, just wait! Once you exit the Demonic Dao state, I'll make you wish you were dead." Watching Ye Chen continue to vomit blood, Yin Zhiping's laugh grew even more grotesque.

"I'm waiting."

Ye Chen replied with a cold smile, still holding on and growing calmer by the moment. In a high-level duel, victory often hinged on a single move. He was searching for a decisive opportunity to strike.

Woo woo woo...

Between heaven and earth, majestic Buddhist chants mingled with mournful wails. The Demonic Dao power surrounding both Ye Chen and Yin Zhiping was being extinguished at the same time, as both men stubbornly endured.

This scene made the onlookers' hearts race with tension.

"The two of them are pitting their endurance against each other!" In the crowd, the usually taciturn Dugu Ao murmured.

"Whoever loses their Demonic Dao state first will be the loser." Nearby, Fuling added softly.

"At this rate, Ye Chen will likely exit the Demonic Dao state first." Zhuge Laotou frowned. "A small amount of demonic blood can't compete with the refined power of the Devil's Heart."

"Why not send a Dao God to kill Yin Zhiping?" Biyou suggested.

"If that were possible, do you think Ye Chen wouldn't have done it?" Zhuge Laotou took a deep breath. "Ye Chen and his three Dao Gods together can barely restrain Yin Zhiping. The moment they act, Yin Zhiping will break free immediately, and Ye Chen's situation will become even more dire."

"Ye Chen already seems to be in a dire situation." Biyou clenched her jade fingers, her eyes full of worry.

"I never expected this battle to drag on for so long." The spectators around murmured in amazement.

"Who could have thought? Today's fight between Ye Chen and Yin Zhiping is far more thrilling than his past battle with Ji Ningshuang."

"Ji Ningshuang?" Hearing the name, Xu Nuoyan in the crowd turned to the person beside her—Ji Ningshuang. "Ji Daoyou, you're from Southern Chu. Have you ever met the Xuanling Body, well, Ye Chen's girlfriend—or rather, ex-girlfriend?"

Ji Ningshuang remained silent, as if she hadn't heard a word. Her beautiful eyes were fixed on the sky above, filled with concern.

In that moment, she wished there were no spectators around. If there weren't, she would charge in without hesitation and deliver a fatal sword strike to Yin Zhiping. But the current circumstances made it impossible for her to intervene.

"How about we go over and lend a hand?" On another side, Wu Sanpao stroked his chin.

"You go if you want; I'm not." Taiyi Zhenren tucked his hands away. "Believe me, if you set foot in that void, the surrounding experts will blast you to pieces in the next second."

"That's true." Nearby, Niu Shisan scratched his ear and then glanced in another direction. "But I see that Haotian Xuanzhen kid is getting restless."

"Is that so?" The two turned their heads toward Haotian Xuanzhen. Even from a distance, they could sense the power rapidly gathering in his body, as if he were preparing for a lethal strike.

"Xuanzhen." At Haotian Xuanzhen's side, Huaxu tugged at his sleeve. "Endure a small grievance for a greater plan. I don't oppose you saving Ye'er, but hold back for now. If you act now, you'll become the target of everyone."

"I understand." Haotian Xuanzhen took a deep breath. Though he said that, there were several moments when he nearly acted on impulse.

"I never imagined the nine percent host could be this strong." Beside him, Haotian Shiyue clenched her jade hands until they turned pale, her eyes full of worry.

"The power of the Devil—such a terrifying force." In the crowd, Shangguan Han Yue furrowed her delicate brows, her face slightly pale.

"This battle was unfair from the start." Nearby, Shangguan Yu'er gripped her small fists tightly.

"Yu'er, fairness doesn't exist in this world." Shangguan Bo stroked his beard. "Besides, it's not as unfair as you think. Yin Zhiping has the Taixu Ancient Dragon Soul and Demonic power, but Ye Chen has the Immortal Wheel Eye, Sacred Body origin, demonic blood, Immortal Fire, and Heavenly Lightning. They're evenly matched."

"Kill, kill, kill." On another side, Tongxuan Zhenren gritted his teeth, his killing intent leaking out uncontrollably as he stared at Ye Chen with bloodshot eyes. Anyone unaware might think he had a deep grudge against Ye Chen.

Sensing Tongxuan Zhenren's killing intent toward Ye Chen, Hengyue Zhenren and his companions frowned slightly.

"It won't be long before one of them can't hold on." Zhengyang Laozu chuckled coldly. "But no matter who wins or loses, they'll both die. No matter how strong you are, can you stand against the full army of my Third Branch Hall?"

"What is Ye Chen doing?" Amid the discussions, a voice of surprise rang out.

Suddenly, all eyes focused on him.

They saw Ye Chen continuously splitting off clones—one, two, three, four...

In less than a dozen breaths, he had produced hundreds of clones like some beastly force, leaving the spectators stunned. How much spiritual power was needed to summon so many at once?

Clang! Clang! Clang!

Soon, the resonant sound of swords rang out in succession. Each of the hundreds of clones held a killing sword, their clashing echoes blending into one.

Attack!

With Ye Chen's cold command, the hundreds of clones charged toward the restrained Yin Zhiping simultaneously. Each moved with incredible speed, their forms like the wind, executing Fengshen Jue to the limit.

Overreaching!

Yin Zhiping sneered, clad in his Taixu Dragon Armor, completely ignoring the clones' attacks. He knew their strikes couldn't breach his defense.

Indeed, the first clone arrived, its Fengshen Jue sword strike fierce but too weak compared to the original body. The absolute kill only sparked against Yin Zhiping's Taixu Dragon Armor without shaking him.

Yet, Ye Chen's clones pressed on relentlessly, one after another rushing at Yin Zhiping.

Hmph!

Yin Zhiping snorted again, sweeping out a palm that obliterated a dozen clones on the spot.

"As if you could." Yin Zhiping laughed wildly, striking palm after palm. Every clone that charged was instantly swept away, so much so that over eighty percent of Ye Chen's hundreds of clones were destroyed before even reaching him.

Clang!

Another sword thrust pierced the void.

Yin Zhiping raised his hand to crush the incoming clone.

But just as his palm was about to fall, his expression changed drastically. "It's the original body."