Southeast of Fangzhudao, near the coast, the Five Elements Reversal Formation stood suspended above the sea. Over a hundred Third-Tier demons were bombarding the formation's barrier with a relentless barrage of spells. Torrents of water, scorching flames, raging winds, and massive boulders crashed against the barrier, sending ripples and shockwaves across its surface. Yuan Hao, Feng Ying, and Xing Wenyao guarded the perimeter of the formation, their eyes burning with predatory intent. Behind them stood the Heavenflame Condor and the Double-Winged Silver Tiger. Notably, Xing Wenyao hovered in mid-air, simultaneously healing his wounds and replenishing his Spiritual Power. He had apparently consumed some miraculous elixir, as the grievous wound on his chest had already largely healed. Within the formation, Xuan Chengzi, Daoist Yun Xu, Cui Xuanjing, and Jing Yuanliang sat in meditative postures, restoring their Spiritual Power. After Yin Shuo's death in the earlier battle, Xuan Chengzi had single-handedly withstood the combined assault of the Great Demons Yuan Hao and Feng Ying, expending a tremendous amount of Spiritual Power. Daoist Yun Xu, in addition to depleting his Spiritual Power, had also suffered severe injuries. Cui Xuanjing and Jing Yuanliang were in relatively better condition. Zi Yun and Daoist Lan Yin alternated in operating the Five Elements Reversal Formation to prevent any single operator from collapsing due to Spiritual Power exhaustion, which would destabilize the entire formation. "Master," Zi Yun said, her voice tinged with urgency, "I fear our disciples won't be able to hold out much longer." Zi Yun gazed at the disciples aboard the Giant Flying Ships of the Liangyi Sect, their faces pale with exhaustion and foreheads glistening with sweat. Her expression was filled with concern. "The Five Elements Reversal Formation relies on the collective Spiritual Power of all the Liangyi Sect disciples," she said. "If most of them run out of energy, the formation will collapse on its own." Thıs text ıs hosted at 𝗻𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹⟡𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮⟡𝙣𝙚𝙩 This was precisely why the Demon Race had been relentlessly attacking the formation. Daoist Lan Yin replied, "We must endure a little longer. I've already coordinated with Fellow Daoist Cui Xuanjing. Once he finishes his cultivation session, he'll mobilize the Cui Clan to deploy a Ghost Dao defensive formation. At that point, the disciples can finally rest and replenish their Spiritual Power." Zi Yun's brow remained furrowed. A defensive formation could only provide temporary security; sooner or later, they would have to venture beyond its boundaries. The Demon Race possessed three Peak Nascent Soul experts, while the Human Race had only Xuan Chengzi left. How could they possibly withstand such overwhelming odds? Suddenly, a crimson hue appeared on the distant horizon, rapidly spreading toward them. The azure sky transformed into an eerie scarlet canvas. "Ji Yin... Why has he returned?" Zi Yun murmured, a hint of apprehension in her voice. Yuan Hao and the other demons also noticed Song Wen's arrival. They immediately ordered the Third-Tier demons to retreat to a safe distance. Ji Yin was an unpredictable factor for both the Human and Demon Races, his allegiance constantly shifting. As the crimson tide drew closer, the crowd realized it was no mere stain, but a surging Blood Sea. Standing amidst the crimson expanse was Song Wen, now a demonic god of the Blood Dao. "Human, why have you returned?" Yuan Hao and Feng Ying glared warily at Song Wen, refraining from hasty action. They were astonished to discover that through some unknown means, his cultivation had soared to the late Nascent Soul stage in less than two hours. Moreover, his aura flickered violently, a clear sign of a recent breakthrough. Even in the mid Nascent Soul stage, Song Wen had effortlessly slain Yin Shuo and Ye Hua, and butchered the Mystic Flood Dragon as easily as slaughtering a dog. Now that he had reached the late Nascent Soul stage, he would undoubtedly be far more formidable. Song Wen pointed at Xing Wenyao, his voice icy. "I want his life!" The moment Xing Wenyao saw the Blood Sea appear, an ominous premonition gripped him. He quietly retreated several zhang, hiding behind Yuan Hao and Feng Ying. "Fellow Daoist Xing is a member of our Demon Race," Yuan Hao growled. "You can't simply kill him as you please." "I have no desire to interfere in the conflict between the human and demon races," Song Wen declared. "But if you attempt to stop me from killing Xing Wenyao, you will become my enemy." "Such arrogance!" Yuan Hao retorted. "Does the Demon Race fear a mere human like you?" As Yuan Hao spoke, his demonic power surged, and the trident in his hand began to emit a deep azure stream of water. Seeing Yuan Hao about to strike, Feng Ying suddenly extended a wing to block him. "Do you truly have no intention of intervening in the war between humans and demons?" Feng Ying demanded. "Hmph!" Song Wen scoffed disdainfully. "If I harbored enmity toward the Demon Race, I wouldn't have slain Yin Shuo and Ye Hua during the height of the human-demon war." Feng Ying nodded. "Very well, I believe you. Your feud with Xing Wenyao has nothing to do with the Demon Race. Proceed as you wish." With that, he used his demonic power to drag Yuan Hao aside. Yuan Hao resisted at first, but Feng Ying's relentless tugging and persuasive words eventually forced him to retreat grudgingly. Witnessing this, the Heavenflame Condor and Double-Winged Silver Tiger swiftly distanced themselves from Xing Wenyao as well. As the demons dispersed, Xing Wenyao's face darkened like a thundercloud. "Feng Ying! How dare you trust a human's words!" he snarled. "Aren't you afraid he'll turn on us after killing me?" Feng Ying spoke slowly, "Xing Wenyao, don't forget... you're human too." The words struck Xing Wenyao like a bolt of lightning, piercing deep into his heart. His body involuntarily stiffened, his expression twisting into a complex mixture of emotions. "Xing Wenyao, die!" Song Wen roared, and a colossal wave surged from the Blood Sea beneath him, crashing toward Xing Wenyao. "If you think killing me will be easy, you're mistaken," Xing Wenyao retorted, activating the Green Wooden Ruler. Several thick vines erupted from the ground, piercing the crimson wave. The vines were instantly shredded by the blood wave, but their resistance shattered the crimson tide into a shower of blood-red blossoms that cascaded back into the churning Blood Sea below. Seizing the opportunity, Xing Wenyao whirled around and fled. He had barely covered a few dozen miles when a deafening thunderclap shattered the sky above. A bolt of violet lightning, like a celestial sword, plunged from the heavens toward him. Dozens of vines surged upward, coiling into a protective barrier as they stabbed toward the descending thunderbolt. But the lightning advanced like an unstoppable flood, pulverizing the vines into scattered fragments that dissolved in the surging electrical energy. At the base of the vines, a spherical cage woven from thick tendrils suddenly materialized. The violet lightning engulfed the vine cage in an instant. A colossal humanoid puppet materialized, shattering the weakened thunder and charging toward the rapidly approaching Blood Sea. The Blood Sea surged skyward, engulfing the hundred-zhang-tall puppet in its crimson depths. A dazzling silver light erupted from the puppet's body. It clenched its fists and unleashed a devastating punch. The terrifying force of the blow tore through the air, striking the Blood Sea with overwhelming power. The sea instantly split apart, sending blood splashing violently outward across a hundred-zhang radius. Yet more blood surged in from all directions, reclaiming the humanoid puppet within its crimson embrace. Like a creature mired in quicksand, the puppet thrashed relentlessly, its fists flying in vain against the Blood Sea's inexorable grip. "Hee hee hee... Xing Wenyao, there's no escape. Accept your death, and I might grant you a swift end," Song Wen's chilling voice echoed from within the Blood Sea. "Yuan Hao, Feng Ying, if you don't act now, I'll truly perish here!" Xing Wenyao roared skyward in fury. Before his words could fully fade, Feng Ying erupted with a vortex of deep azure gale winds. The gales coalesced into a massive cyan blade spanning fifty kilometers, arcing down toward the Blood Sea. 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