Song Wen watched Yuan Hao and Feng Ying, who had suddenly attacked him, a cold glint flickering in his eyes. "I had planned to deal with Xing Wenyao first, then eliminate you two. But since you're so eager to die, I'll send you all to the afterlife together." The Blood Sea beneath Song Wen's feet abruptly began to contract, coalescing into a massive crimson sphere that trapped the humanoid puppet within. As the Blood Sea receded, twelve black Corpse Coffins materialized. Having advanced to the Late Nascent Soul stage, Song Wen's cultivation now allowed him to wield this Supreme-Grade Mystic Treasure with effortless mastery. As he formed a magic seal with his hands, the twelve Corpse Coffins began to spin around him in a sinister dance. "Roar... Roar... Roar..." The hollow roars of corpses echoed from within the coffins in succession. The twelve black Corpse Coffins instantly lit up with an eerie, dark light. These luminous strands intertwined in the air, forming a colossal Giant Corpse Phantom hundreds of zhang tall. The phantom's eyes blazed with a bloodthirsty crimson glow. It raised its massive claws, striking at the Azure Giant Blade and the Blue Giant Dragon. Boom... Boom... Boom... A deafening roar instantly reverberated across the heavens. A violent azure gale erupted, scattering countless blue droplets in all directions. The raging wind and heavy water collided in mid-air, unleashing chaotic energy that darkened the sky and earth, a harbinger of impending doom. Yuan Hao and Feng Ying channeled their Demon Power to withstand the surging aftershocks, inwardly alarmed. Despite their combined assault, Ji Yin remained completely unscathed, and the Giant Corpse Phantom showed no signs of crumbling. "A Supreme-Grade Mystic Treasure!" Xuan Chengzi murmured in awe, his gaze fixed on the Twelve Corpse Coffins. "It seems Ji Yin intends to target the Demon Race. Should we lend him a hand?" Zi Yun asked. Xuan Chengzi shook his head. "Not yet. The timing isn't right. Even if we wish to ally with him, we must wait for the opportune moment." Zi Yun opened her mouth to speak, hesitated, and ultimately fell silent. Undaunted by the surging force, Xing Wenyao advanced instead of retreating. He activated his Green Wooden Ruler, sending forth several tendrils of vines that lashed out at Song Wen. His plan was to exploit the brief pause in the Giant Corpse Phantom's attacks to launch a surprise assault, catching Song Wen off guard. A massive surge of Corpse Qi erupted from Song Wen, instantly swelling his body into a towering three-zhang-tall zombie. He lunged forward, charging straight toward the tangled mass of vines. Clenching his right fist, Song Wen unleashed a devastating punch. A torrent of Corpse Qi, imbued with terrifying force, slammed into the vine barrier. Under the weight of Song Wen's thunderous blow, the vines shattered like rotten wood. The immense force of the vines' counterattack sent Song Wen staggering back several zhang. Undeterred, he surged forward again, closing the distance to Xing Wenyao. Before Xing Wenyao, several vines had woven together into a thick, defensive shield. Song Wen's punch shattered the shield instantly. A vine, sharpened to a lethal point like a spear, shot forth from the splintered remains, hurtling toward Song Wen's face. The impact sent Song Wen flying backward several zhang. Chunks of decaying flesh flew from his face, splattering black, ink-like fluid. His already grotesque features twisted into an even more hideous grimace. A monstrous zombie roar echoed from Song Wen's throat. The twelve Corpse Coffins encircling him suddenly spewed forth torrents of Corpse Qi. The energy coalesced before the Giant Corpse Phantom Shadow, transforming into a hundred-zhang-long black spear. The Giant Corpse Phantom seized the black spear and hurled it with savage force, aiming directly at Xing Wenyao. Xing Wenyao's expression twisted in alarm as he abruptly retreated. Simultaneously, his Spiritual Power surged forth like a raging torrent, pouring ceaselessly into the Green Wooden Ruler. The ruler blazed with light, and a colossal vine erupted from its surface. The giant vine collided with the black spear, shattering instantly. Just as Xing Wenyao seemed on the verge of defeat, the Azure Giant Blade and Blue Giant Dragon materialized once more, slamming into the spear from opposite sides. All three forces shattered simultaneously, unleashing a blinding light like a solar explosion, accompanied by a cataclysmic surge of energy that radiated outward in all directions. Xing Wenyao, caught at the epicenter, bore the full brunt of the blast. Swept up by the chaotic energy like a leaf in a hurricane, he was hurled miles away. Suddenly, he crashed into an invisible barrier. The violent impact, combined with the lingering force of the energy surge, left his internal organs reeling as if struck by a sledgehammer. Blood erupted from his mouth. The invisible barrier gradually materialized into a colossal Eight Trigrams Diagram. Sometime later, the Human Race's six Nascent Soul cultivators had already broken free from the Five Elements Reversal Formation. Xuan Chengzi cast a spell to block Xing Wenyao's path. Song Wen glanced at Xuan Chengzi and his group, then coldly instructed, "Go and keep Feng Ying and Yuan Hao occupied. Don't let them escape. I'll deal with Xing Wenyao and join you shortly." "Understood!" Xuan Chengzi replied. With that, he led his group to engage the two Great Demons. With Feng Ying and Yuan Hao no longer in the way, Song Wen swiftly retrieved his Twelve Corpse Coffins and summoned a short halberd. Channeling boundless thunder through his zombie form, he enveloped the halberd in crackling lightning and hurled it straight at Xing Wenyao. Thıs content belongs to 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝·𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖·𝕟𝕖𝕥 Despite his injuries, Xing Wenyao desperately conjured a thick wall of vines to intercept the halberd. But the lightning unleashed by the weapon was relentless, shattering each vine as quickly as it appeared. Seizing the opportunity while Xing Wenyao focused entirely on defending against the halberd, Song Wen closed the distance. He slipped behind Xing Wenyao and clawed toward his head. A vicious glint flashed in Xing Wenyao's eyes. Nine transparent, needle-like spirit blades materialized between his brows, arching around his head to pierce the approaching Song Wen at point-blank range. Having witnessed Song Wen's slaughter of Yin Shuo and Ye Hua, Xing Wenyao suspected that Song Wen had acquired talismans from their belongings to resist Spiritual Sense attacks. This was why Xing Wenyao had patiently refrained from using his Focused Spirit Stab technique. By now, the distance between them had closed to the point where Song Wen had no time to retrieve a talisman from his Storage Ring and activate it. Xing Wenyao seized the moment, launching a sudden, desperate attack aimed at killing Song Wen in one strike. Song Wen's gaze turned icy. He utterly disregarded the nine Focused Spirit Stabs hurtling toward his face. The instant the nine blades pierced his forehead, Song Wen's razor-sharp claws closed on Xing Wenyao's skull. A flicker of excitement flashed in Xing Wenyao's eyes. He believed Song Wen's soul was about to be wounded, rendering him unable to retaliate. But Song Wen showed no sign of injury. His claws slammed into Xing Wenyao's skull. In an instant, the skull shattered, splattering blood everywhere. With practiced ease, Song Wen's other hand crushed Xing Wenyao's Dantian, seizing his Nascent Soul. The Nascent Soul's face contorted in utter disbelief, completely baffled by his miscalculation. He struggled desperately, but the overwhelming force from Song Wen's claws pinned him in place. "Ji Yin, spare me! I don't want to die! I betrayed the Xing Clan, I betrayed the Human Race! I must reach Divine Transformation—I can't die!" Song Wen tightened his grip. The Nascent Soul crumbled into pure Spiritual Qi, returning to the world. Xing Wenyao's soul manifested. Song Wen opened his mouth wide and inhaled deeply, sucking the soul into his abdomen. To onlookers, this was what it seemed. In reality, Xing Wenyao's soul had already been devoured by Song Wen's Sea of Consciousness. 📖Read (RDC) on Pa.treon@CinderTL - c1106. [+2] 🔑Early Access at $5. 💥Translated (6) Series, (4.1K+) Chapters, (5.8M+) Words.