High above, thunder and fire clashed, with constellations arrayed across the sky.

On one side, thunder transformed, represented by the Nine Heavens Universal Transformation Venerable; on the other side, surrounded by stars, stood Doumu Yuanjun.

The battle between these two divine spirits filled the skies, causing celestial phenomena to change rapidly, as if heralding the apocalypse.

On the ground, Yin Tulong manifested a body tens of meters tall, with three heads and six arms. Around him, one fire dragon after another took shape, growing with the wind, and suddenly he created a vast sea of fire, covering an area of several miles. The rolling floodwaters, scorched by true fire, instantly turned into dense vapor.

"Kill!"

He played to his strengths and attacked the opponent's weaknesses, opting for a frontal assault to force Wuzhiqi into battle.

This was not only Yin Tulong's usual style but also to avoid letting the night drag on with more dreams.

The Taiping Sect certainly did not want Wuzhiqi to be killed. Zhang Zhixuan had already arrived, and who knew how many others were on their way? Zhang Zhixuan, due to his profound cultivation, had arrived first. Perhaps others from Taiping Sect were already en route and might arrive at any moment.

Facing Yin Tulong's aggressive press, Wuzhiqi showed no intention of avoiding the confrontation; he lifted the True Water Giant Sword, revealing on its blade the image of a tiger with eight human faces, and with one swing, he raised a colossal wave.

The giant wave collided with the sea of fire, with Ren Gui True Water meeting the fierce True Fire, continuously exploding. Both fourth-grade experts simultaneously erupted into action, engaging in close-range combat, their giant god-like figures shaking the mountains and causing the land to quake with each clash.

Yin Tulong, with his three heads and six arms, wielded a fire-tipped spear in the front arms while the left and right hands each held the Chaos Sky Ribbon and the Qiankun Ring; flames erupted violently on the fire-tipped spear, sending thousands of spear shadows burning wildly. The Chaos Sky Ribbon and Qiankun Ring moved to exploit any opening, showcasing the versatility of hardness and softness.

However, Wuzhiqi appeared fierce yet was immensely adaptive; his figure moved rapidly, showing no sign of the bulkiness of a hundred-meter-long demon body. His giant sword shifted unpredictably, displaying the gentleness and ferocity of water, alternating manifestations, with Sword Qi filling the air, roaring like numerous demons, ghosts, and monsters.

Even more, he morphed water into various shapes, creating countless Water Demons and Water Demons to attack from both sides, hindering the use of the Chaos Sky Ribbon and Qiankun Ring.

After dozens of exchanges featuring spear shadows, Sword Qi, firelight, and water waves covering the sky and earth, the fierce and murderous aura pervaded, even more intense than the deadliest battles with tens of thousands on the battlefield.

Under Yin Tulong's fierce attacks, Wuzhiqi showed no sign of weakening. Now transformed into a demon, the sword in his hand was a Third Grade Daoist Artifact. Carrying ancient Water God Tian Wu's Dao Fruit with True Water, even though not fully healed, he still matched Yin Tulong.

"Ha-ha-ha, Yin Xiao'er, you cannot kill this god. In just a moment, the fourth rank of the Taiping Sect will arrive. Do you have the ability to take this god's life in such a short time?"

Wuzhiqi burst into laughter, his voice containing the technique of "Heavenly Dragon Chant," stunning and shaking the spirit.

As if in response to Wuzhiqi's words, with his voice falling, darkness rapidly approached from the southwest. A large mass of dark clouds was pushed by a fierce wind.

Wuzhiqi laughed again, "Marquis of Wind has arrived."

Such winds, such momentum, it had to be none other than the Marquis of Wind from the Four Gods of the Taiping Sect.

As Wuzhiqi spoke, his sword momentum grew wilder, countering strength with strength, fiercely resisting Yin Tulong's offensive.

At the same time, a storm howled in, the wind gathering furiously, forming a dark trail. The clouds rolled tumultuously, but behind them, a cloudless sky appeared.

That was the eye of the storm, where, aloft in midair, a vague figure emerged.

"Boom!"

The wind roared like raging waves, stirring up and down, further drawing the thunder down from the heavens. The storm and thunder became one, thundering towards—

Wuzhiqi!

"You!"

Wuzhiqi was fiercely attacking Yin Tulong when unexpectedly, the person who came to help took action akin to that of Sixth Brother. Caught off guard, Wuzhiqi was bombarded by hurricanes and thunderstorms on his hundred-zhang-tall demon body, ripping open wounds from which blood surged, followed by thunderous booms that burned and produced green smoke.

"You are not the Marquis of Wind!"

Although the Qi Mechanism was very similar to the Marquis of Wind, even nearly identical, the azure robe and the bone mask he wore proved that the newcomer was not the Marquis of Wind of the Taiping Sect.

He was Jiang Li, this Sixth Brother.

"True God, betraying the Great Venerable comes with a price."

The light words reached Wuzhiqi's ears as Jiang Li reached out and grasped, a streak of blood light flew out from between his brows, caught in his hand, and transformed into a battle halberd.

Kill!

The viscous blood light materialized behind Jiang Li into the head of a Warlord with bull horns and four eyes. With an intense killing intent, the halberd chopped down, striking Wuzhiqi's right arm, instantly revealing a gush of blood. The Divine Evil blood light invaded it, piercing into the veins and flesh, making the right arm appear charred.

Wuzhiqi was wounded; his arm had become numb from the eerie blood evil and involuntarily dropped Tianwu Sword into the flood.

"Youngster!"

He roared as he retreated, his massive demon body crashing into the wind and thunderstorms, slamming against Jiang Li like a small mountain, while simultaneously trying to escape.

However, unbeknownst to him at the rear, Jiang Li urged the Godslayer Spear forward. Not retreating an inch, he combined his Innate Qi with his physical body to completely withstand the agony of the Divine Evil entering his body. The head of the Demon God faced Wuzhiqi's back.

"Boom!"

A violent surge of Qi exploded in mid-air, and the tremendous collision created a hollow in the sky. Amid the sounds of the earth and mountains trembling, Jiang Li was flung back like a cannonball, but Wuzhiqi's retreat was also hindered.

Seizing the moment, Yin Tulong soared into the sky, raising his hand to summon a bell-like giant artifact adorned with dragon patterns but without a clapper. It flew above Wuzhiqi, unleashing endless golden light and fierce flames, instantly enlarging a hundredfold and enveloping him from the sky.

"Boom!"

The ground shook as the Golden Bell encased the hundred-zhang-tall giant ape. Dragon patterns moved, transforming into numerous fire dragons—nine in total—circling the bell, spewing Samadhi True Fire that scorched both inside and outside.

Wuzhiqi struggled violently inside, frantically pounding against the bell's walls, shaking the ground and producing a tremendous clang of metal, yet he was ultimately unable to break through the Golden Bell.

The True Fire scorched the body of this Water Monkey, producing torrents of steam. Even Ren Gui True Water could not withstand the fiery refinement, and soon the firelight engulfed the hundred-zhang demon body.

"Nine Dragons Divine Fire Cover."

In the sky, where the thunder had momentarily weakened, the voice of Zhang Zhixuan rang out, "Unexpectedly, Dragon Slayer Daoist carried this treasure with him and kept it to use at this moment. So be it."

The thunder rolled toward the horizon, indicating Zhang Zhixuan recognized that it was futile to continue, choosing instead to withdraw.

Meanwhile, Wuzhiqi was gradually consumed by the flames under the Nine Dragons Divine Fire Cover. His body was burned for a whole quarter of an hour before he collapsed like a crumbling mountain, scattering ashes.

The raging flood also seemed to weaken and level off due to the loss of Wuzhiqi's guidance.

This storm-causing giant ape thus perished...

"Wait, there is no Dao Fruit."

Yin Tulong furrowed his brows.

Inside the Nine Dragons Divine Fire Cover, the giant ape had been turned to ashes. Yet, the Dao Fruit that belonged to him had not appeared, only ashes fluttering in the fire.

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