Chapter 106: Egrets and Clams Compete, Fisherman Benefits

If this continued, he would be defeated.

Seeing victory within reach, the two brothers, carrying their magical spears, also charged forward. However, they didn't get too close, instead maintaining a moderate distance and continuously throwing talismans to interfere.

In the shadows.

Wang Yu was not in a hurry at all. He knew that the Five-Yin Peak cultivator hadn't exhausted his abilities; the Thousand Ghost Banner had only revealed half its power, and his natal spirit ghost had yet to appear.

This was the Five-Yin Peak cultivator's true trump card.

As expected.

The Flood Dragon's inner core, which he had long swallowed, already consumed a small portion of his true essence. Now, dealing with the attacks was becoming increasingly difficult, and he paid no mind to injuries.

After enduring a blast of flames, he used a movement technique to create distance.

"Ghost Enslavement Technique: Long-Tongued Yin Maiden."

The moment he formed a spirit seal and pressed it to his forehead, the chilling ghostly mist swirling around him immediately boiled. His natal spirit ghost was quite special, rarely revealing itself to others.

A "Long-Tongued Yin Maiden" referred to a hanged girl. His particular one was even more ferocious, dressed in a red gown, and instantly merged with his body.

A pale, slick tongue, like that of a toad, extended dozens of meters, tightly binding a berserk Horned Flame Leopard. Under the erosion of ghostly energy, the spirit beast's flames immediately extinguished.

Like a swinging meteor hammer, it smashed another Horned Flame Leopard violently to the ground with a flick of its head. The ghostly skulls from the Thousand Ghost Banner automatically floated and gathered.

In this state of demonic possession, they transformed into white, bony ropes, more flexible than arms.

Moving at an invisible speed, it shot through the air and directly lassoed the elder brother of the ambushing duo. His neck caught by the eerie bone rope, he panicked and tried to break free.

But with a gentle tug from that hand, his head effortlessly fell off.

The wound was perfectly smooth, with no blood flowing out, yet his eyes clearly lost all vitality.

The younger brother turned pale with fright. As he tried to retreat, the slick long tongue quickly wrapped around him, leaving him no choice but to raise his spear and fight back.

The situation changed so rapidly it was astounding.

The methods of this Ghost Enslavement cultivator were truly bizarre and inexplicable; his obvious disadvantage was instantly reversed after summoning his natal spirit ghost.

Wang Yu frowned, watching. Situ Hong's methods were not this powerful.

"Something's not right... How could there be such a huge disparity?"

"He died in an instant. Is this another information discrepancy?"

His gaze involuntarily fell to the ground, where the two prone Horned Flame Leopards, though their auras were weak, didn't appear to be severely wounded.

If the elder brother had truly died, his natal spirit beasts, though not perishing immediately, should have been severely injured.

Yet, they were fine.

Doubting, Wang Yu activated his Taiyin Nether Eye. In its Moon Gaze state, he could perceive many negative entities invisible to the human eye.

"Indeed."

From a different perspective, the scene appeared entirely different.

The elder brother, seemingly decapitated, was actually suspended motionlessly in mid-air. Behind him, a red-clad female ghost had tightly bound his neck with her tongue, his face already turning a purplish-red.

His limbs struggled instinctively, but he didn't feel the tongue around his neck that was meant to kill him.

The Foundation Establishment spirit beasts on the ground were wrapped like glutinous rice dumplings by red ribbons extending from the Long-Tongued Yin Maiden's sleeves. This was the real reason they couldn't move, not because they were knocked unconscious.

The younger brother of the ambushing duo was practicing his spear techniques, pouring out his true essence recklessly. All his spear qi was hitting empty ground, his speed increasing, and his face growing paler.

Only the Five-Yin Peak Foundation Establishment Deacon remained in a hand-seal posture, his eyes completely white, as if he had also lost his consciousness.

"An illusion..."

"To be able to achieve such a level, even I, from this distance, was affected. Without the unique properties of the Taiyin Nether Eye, it would be difficult to awaken from it."

"It seems this is the 'Long-Tongued Yin Maiden's' special talent. No wonder it hasn't been used until now. This illusion ensnares not only enemies but also the caster themselves, leaving the body unprotected. It can only be used as a desperate last resort." Powerful as it was, they probably wouldn't have anticipated a Qi Condensation eighth-stage cultivator fearlessly following them.

And they certainly wouldn't have expected this illusion to be useless against Wang Yu.

"Isn't this the opportunity?"

With his mind stirring, Wang Yu immediately made a decision: "Fortune favors the bold, while the timid starve."

He'd do it!

He quickly took out a mask from his storage pouch and changed his clothes. The perfected Night Concealment Charm swiftly condensed, and the black spiritual talisman representing it appeared on the mask.

Tapping his toes on the rocks, he quickly ascended, a flying sword appearing beneath his feet.

At the same time, the grayish-black Profound Yin Hand enveloped Wang Yu's left arm, and in an instant, he appeared behind the Five-Yin Peak cultivator.

The crescent moon mark in his eyes shimmered. After locking onto the target's position, he decisively struck.

As a core inheritance of the Yellow Spring Temple, almost no cultivators outside possessed this technique.

A high-grade Tier 2 spell, at minor accomplishment stage.

It was enough to break through the defensive true essence he was attempting to re-activate.

"Pfft—"

The Profound Yin Hand moved from back to front, crushing the spine, then delving into the flesh to seize the Tier 3 Flood Dragon's inner core. Along with a large chunk of flesh and fragments of unknown organs, it was all pulled out by him.

"Ahhhhhh!!!"

The Five-Yin Peak Foundation Establishment Deacon screamed miserably. He was like the legendary Li Tieguai, whose soul left his body only to find it ruined upon his return.

Severely wounded, he lost feeling in his lower body. His illusion was interrupted, and he suffered the backlash from the Long-Tongued Yin Maiden.

Blood streamed from his seven orifices, and he lost all five senses.

His true essence began to riot, indiscriminately attacking everything around him. Wang Yu had initially wanted to grab his storage pouch but, seeing this scene, didn't dare to be greedy any longer.

He quickly flew towards Spider Mountain.

Not far away, the elder brother, who had just awakened from the illusion and was still gasping for breath, noticed nothing unusual. However, the younger brother, who had expended most of his spiritual power, spotted Wang Yu's fleeing figure.

Quickly piecing together the entire situation in his mind, he subconsciously gave chase. After a few breaths, he turned back and shouted.

"Brother, kill that Foundation Establishment cultivator and bring the Flame Leopards. Follow me!"

With that, he pursued with all his might.

Physical flight was one of the divine abilities of the Foundation Establishment stage. If a cultivator could practice a complementary aerial technique, their flexibility and speed in the air would greatly increase.

It was on a completely different level from the movement techniques of the Qi Condensation stage.

It was also much faster than flying magical artifacts.

The flying sword in Wang Yu's hand was originally war spoils, had been used for many years, and was not a top-grade item.

He was caught after only twenty li.

From afar, an energy spear shot toward him, which he blocked with his high-grade magical artifact, the Black Scale Shield.

"Qi Condensation stage?"

This action also exposed his Qi Condensation cultivation. The younger brother was overjoyed. He had wondered who would be so daring, only to find it was just a naive Qi Condensation cultivator.

"Little thief, hand over the Flood Dragon's inner core, and I'll spare your life!"

His ambition and greed were rapidly growing. After all, he was pursuing alone, and his elder brother would likely need a considerable amount of time to deal with the severely wounded Foundation Establishment Deacon of the Rebel Spirit Blood Sect.

This time would be enough for him to kill the little thief and claim the Flood Dragon's inner core for himself. Thinking this, he continued to push his true essence, increasing his speed even further.