"There's something strange; the divine power energy is coming from the corpse."

Glass urgently spoke in the Sea of Consciousness.

Suddenly, countless ghost shadows emerged from the Earth Spirit's body, echoing ghostly wails within a hundred meters radius.

Then a cold voice came from the distance.

"Kill!"

The countless ghost shadows seemed to have found prey and surged fiercely toward Han Yu.

In just a few blinks of an eye, Han Yu and the Earth Spirit were submerged by ghost shadows.

Moments later, the ghost shadows dispersed, leaving only the Earth Spirit's figure.

At this moment, a swooshing sound rang out. As Sikong Du landed, he witnessed this scene and couldn't help but shout in anger.

"Surround the scoundrel."

He didn't expect that just one step late at night would lead Han Yu to fall to treachery.

Equally shocked was Bai Bufen.

At that moment, he couldn't bother with why Sikong Du and his men had come here but looked at the scene in disbelief.

He clearly calculated that the divine power on the Earth Spirit could only heavily injure him. Even if Han Yu was weaker, how could there be no remains at all!

The achievement in his hands was completely ruined!

Damn!

Reflecting on this, seven or eight flowers suddenly bloomed on Bai Bufen's head.

"Avenge Brother Han! Capture the scoundrel."

With Sikong Du's order, sixty Divine Gaze Realm cultivators quickly spread out, forming a encirclement to trap Bai Bufen completely.

"If you're not afraid of death, come over."

Bai Bufen, having lost Han Yu, was in a fit of anger at being inexplicably surrounded, feeling both startled and angry.

No longer pretending, he covered his face with a white robe, made several hand seals, and the Earth Spirit appeared beside him instantly.

With an Imperial Decree, the Earth Spirit stepped out, spreading a chilling aura around the entire area.

Night Parade of Hundred Demons!

Hundreds of ghost shadows flew toward the surrounding cultivators, and for a moment, the chilling wind howled, making the entire night sky seem like an underworld.

"Be careful, this is not an illusion."

Sikong Du first noticed something was wrong; this was not an illusion Bai Bufen used to escape before but actual "ghost shadows."

The cultivators, their expressions solemn, unleashed their various techniques. With True Essence surging, all kinds of magical artifacts were thrown toward the ghost shadows.

One after another, the ghost shadows shattered, and before anyone could breathe a sigh of relief, countless more ghost shadows emerged from the Earth Spirit once again, this time even more numerous.

It was as if an endless pit was spewing out these ghostly creatures.

Is this not the Night Parade of Hundred Demons, but a horde of ghosts touring from the Ghost Gate?

"Attack the corpse first!"

Seeing the Earth Spirit's figure, Sikong Du intended to destroy its source directly.

A chain was released and kept extending, the head of which turned into a blade and stabbed toward the chest of the Earth Spirit.

Clang!

A metallic collision sounded, and the blade on the chain head rebounded after contact.

"I have a Fire Attribute Spirit Root, let me try."

A cultivator shouted, smashing several ghost shadows and shooting out True Essence, which transformed into flames mid-air and swept toward the Earth Spirit.

Unfortunately, as soon as it barely touched the body, the cold aura emanating from it extinguished even the smallest of sparks.

"It's useless; the fire from our Spirit Root Attribute is just Mortal Fire. It can't hurt it."

The cultivator, seeing his method fail, quickly stopped a few companions who intended to take action.

"If you don't want casualties, how about letting me go, and we all step back?"

Seeing that the group could not deal with the Earth Spirit for the moment, Bai Bufen felt slightly relieved and regained full composure.

In the current situation, with sixty cultivators attacking one, it's a certain death scenario. Without a way to break it, he might truly be finished. Taking advantage of the Earth Spirit's favorable status, he spoke aloud.

"Wishful thinking! You harmed the cultivators of our Sect; you can't be spared."

"That corpse may fend us off for a while, but we don't believe it can last forever."

Another cultivator spoke.

Indeed, Bai Bufen's previous actions enraged these sects. Now with sixty against one, if they give up now, they might as well quit cultivation and return to being mortals.

So, without Sikong Du needing to say a word, the group decided to fight to the end.

This is precisely what Bai Bufen fears most, as, like that cultivator mentioned, the Earth Spirit can't possibly hold out forever.

If things don't work out, he'll have to abandon it and escape alone.

As long as he can get away alive, leveraging the subsequent ability of the hundred miles listening, he could afford to give up on merely one Earth Spirit.

Meanwhile, underground, Han Yu sat cross-legged, enveloped by a protective energy.

As soon as the ghost shadows attacked, he had already broken free from the corpse and retreated underground.

It did scare him a bit earlier; who would have thought a corpse could possess divine techniques, or perhaps the Corpse Refining Lineage has advanced so much as to refine a Divine Power Cultivator into a corpse.

Shouldn't living beings be more valuable than their dead counterparts?

The Artifact Spirit once said that those who could cultivate divine techniques postnatally were extraordinary, with talent, intelligence, insight, and perseverance in abundance.

How could they bear to refine them?

"Nonsense, that is not the divine technique of the corpse itself."

Glass seemed to have discovered something; even if acquired divine techniques aren't as flexible as innate ones, they're not that stiff.

In its palpable sense, the Earth Spirit seemed to be merely releasing energy, as if it had been pre-set.

This impression only grew stronger as time passed.

"A true genius."

It suddenly exclaimed in admiration.

"What?"

Han Yu asked suspiciously.

The Earth Spirit is indeed not the possessor of the divine technique; this being is merely a vessel.

Someone refined the corpse to this extent, then used their method to inject divine power energy into the corpse and seal it.

When needed, the energy is released through the corpse.

Hell, if this approach spreads, wouldn't it equate to having multiple divine power cultivators within a specified time?

That's why the Artifact Spirit admired such technique.

Han Yu listened with amazement at the wonders of this vast world.

No wonder the Corpse Refining Lineage could dominate during its time.

"That ailing guy seems to want to slip away while the corpse is holding those cultivators."

Glass appeared to perceive something and suddenly spoke.

"No way."

Han Yu suddenly smiled and shot upward.

Gao Jue was standing among four guards, slightly pale as he held paper and pen. He had never witnessed such a grand cultivator battle, let alone such bizarre and ever-changing divine techniques.

Seeing the scene filled with ghostly wails as if in purgatory, it's a commendable show of bravery not to have retreated a step.

Suddenly, the soil beneath him surged, and a figure leapt up. The four guards were just about to take action.

"It's me!"

Han Yu called out.

"Bastard!"

"Bastard!"

The two voices rang out simultaneously, coming from Sikong Du and Bai Bufen.

Sikong Du had been mourning for him, a good little friend who disappeared in an instant, yet here he was, emerging from the ground unharmed.

Bai Bufen's face twisted, his eyes nearly spewing fire, as a cactus suddenly sprouted from his head, blooming with a white flower.

Although he wasn't sure how he got exposed, it was evident that this guy had conspired with them to set a trap.

Moreover, he played along, making him believe he had died.

Han Yu pulled Gao Jue behind him and waved his hand fiercely.

Hungry Ghost Image!

A massive totem dashed out in front of him, and mountains of corpses surged forward toward the Earth Spirit.

In just the blink of an eye, it had been engulfed.

This scene mirrored Han Yu's earlier ambush, as Han Yu planned to repay "in their own way."

The ghost shadows that had been flowing out of the Earth Spirit no longer ascended to the sky but engaged in a slaughter with the sea of bones.

Even if the Hungry Ghost's strength wasn't comparable to the ghost shadows, it had the advantage of inexhaustible numbers.

No matter how many ghost shadows there were, could there be more than the mountain of corpses?

In mid-air, after a group of cultivators had eliminated the remaining ghost shadows, they finally turned their gaze toward Bai Bufen…

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