From one person to nine to five

Chapter 604 Yama (4)

The battle lasted for a long time, and the balance of power between Xu Fu and Yan Mo began to gradually change. Although Xu Fu was tired, his will was firm, and every attack was full of strength and determination.

Although Yama controlled countless vengeful spirits, his power was constantly being consumed and his face began to turn pale.

Finally, in a collision of power, Xu Fu's golden spear and Yama's black sword clashed again. The power of the two collided in the air, causing a huge explosion.

The shock wave from the explosion scattered all the evil spirits in the surrounding area, shattered the rocks in the valley, and tore deep cracks into the ground.

Facing Xu Fu's unyielding spirit, Yan Mo's eyes flashed with determination. He knew that ordinary attacks could no longer suppress this warrior, so he began to use his most powerful secret technique - the Dark Court.

The Dark Courtyard is a spell that summons an independent space. This space is filled with the power of Yama and is the gathering place of vengeful spirits and dark forces.

Once the enemy is pulled into this space, he will be tortured by endless resentful spirits and dark forces until both his mind and body are completely destroyed.

Yan Mo formed seals with his hands and muttered something. As his voice became deeper and deeper, the air around him began to distort, and an invisible force began to permeate the valley. The sky became gloomy and covered with dark clouds, as if even the sunlight was swallowed by this dark force.

Cracks began to appear on the ground, and inky black liquid gushed out of the cracks. They spread rapidly and formed a huge magic circle.

Xu Fu felt the pressure of this force, and he knew that Yan Mo was casting some powerful spell. He did not retreat, but instead concentrated more, and the golden spear in his hand became more stable, ready to meet the upcoming challenge.

The moment the Dark Courtyard was fully formed, a powerful suction force came from the center of the magic circle, and Xu Fu felt his body involuntarily moving towards the center of the magic circle.

He tried hard to steady himself, but the suction was too strong and his body was slowly pulled towards the magic circle.

After entering the pitch-black garden, Xu Fu found himself in a completely different world. There was no sky, no earth, only endless darkness and ghosts wandering around.

The evil spirits screamed shrilly, trying to invade Xu Fu's mind and disrupt his will.

But Xu Fu's mind was as firm as iron, he remained unmoved, the golden spear in his hand drew a line of light, illuminating the surrounding darkness. Wherever the light reached, the evil spirits retreated, unable to get close to Xu Fu's body.

Yama is like the master in the pitch-black garden. His figure appears and disappears in the darkness, and the black sword in his hand emits an even colder light.

He began to manipulate the power in the Dark Courtyard, forming black storms, trying to surround Xu Fu.

Xu Fu brandished his golden spear and fought fiercely against the black storm. Every time the spear collided with the storm, countless sparks were set off, illuminating a corner of the pitch-black courtyard.

Xu Fu's movements became faster and faster. The golden spear seemed to have life in his hand, and every time he swung it, there was a sound of breaking through the air.

Seeing this, Yama increased his power output, and the evil spirits and dark forces in the pitch-black court became more violent. But Xu Fu was not intimidated. He had only one belief in his heart - to defeat Yama and break the pitch-black court.

The battle continued in the pitch-black courtyard, and Xu Fu and Yan Mo used all their strength. Xu Fu's golden spear and Yan Mo's black sword kept clashing in the air, and each clash was accompanied by a deafening roar.

The evil spirits and dark forces in the pitch-black garden were torn apart and dispersed in the collision of the two people's power.

As the battle progressed, Xu Fu gradually felt that the power of the Dark Court began to weaken, and Yama's face showed a look of fatigue.

Xu Fu knew that this was the best time for him to fight back. Standing in the valley where the light was shining again, facing Yama, his heart was filled with determination and resoluteness.

As the Black Court collapsed, he knew that the battle was not over yet. Although Yan Mo had been severely injured, he still had the ability to fight back.

In order to end the battle once and for all, Xu Fu brandished the long spear in his hand and displayed his most proficient martial art - the Fengliu Spear Technique.

The Fengliu Gun Technique, every move and every style is like the wind in nature, leaving no trace and with endless changes.

It is not only a martial art, but also an art. Every strike is full of beauty and power, and can leave a beautiful trajectory in the air.

Xu Fu's figure moved in the valley like a phantom, the golden spear in his hand seemed like a dancing elf, and every strike carried the power of the wind.

The tip of the spear drew golden tracks in the air, like meteors across the night sky, illuminating the entire valley.

Yan Mo looked at Xu Fu's attack and was full of vigilance. He knew that Xu Fu's Fengliu spearmanship was extraordinary and each strike had deadly power.

He began to summon more vengeful spirits, trying to suppress Xu Fu's attack with numbers, but Xu Fu's long spear was like a sharp blade that cuts through flowing water, and it dispersed the vengeful spirits one by one.

"Sweep away the remaining clouds!" Xu Fu shouted, and the long spear spun in his hand, forming a series of golden whirlwinds. The whirlwinds contained powerful forces, sweeping up all the evil spirits around.

The evil spirits struggled in the whirlwind but could not escape and were eventually torn to pieces by its power.

Seeing this, Yan Mo's face became more gloomy. He began to concentrate more, trying to find Xu Fu's flaws.

However, Xu Fu's movements were too flexible, and each of his attacks was like a spring breeze, seemingly gentle but harboring murderous intent.

"Thunderbolt!" Xu Fu shouted again, and the long spear drew a series of lightning-like tracks in the air. Each track carried the power of thunder and struck Yan Mo's vital points directly.

Although Yama tried hard to resist, Xu Fu's attack was too fast and his black sword seemed powerless under the impact of the golden spear.

Xu Fu's elegant spear skills were like the wind in nature, ever-changing, and every attack caught Yama off guard.

His long spear drew beautiful and deadly arcs in the air. Each arc carried powerful force, breaking Yama's defenses one by one.

"Storm and wind!" Xu Fu shouted, and the long spear in his hand was like a violent storm, constantly attacking Yan Mo. Yan Mo's black long sword became fragmented under Xu Fu's attack, and the wailing of the vengeful spirit became more and more shrill.

As the battle progressed, Yama's defenses grew weaker and his strength began to slowly run out.

Each blow from Xu Fu hit Yan Mo's heart like a heavy hammer, making him feel unprecedented pressure. Yan Mo knew that if he continued like this, he would definitely be defeated by Xu Fu.

Finally, in a collision of power, Xu Fu's golden spear and Yan Mo's black sword clashed again. Xu Fu's spear was like lightning that broke through the air and hit Yan Mo's chest directly.

Although Yan Mo tried hard to resist, he was ultimately unable to withstand Xu Fu's attack. Although Yan Mo's body was hit by Xu Fu's attack, as a great demon, his power was not so easy to be completely destroyed.

As Xu Fu stared at the flying Yan Mo, the ghosts in the valley began to gather. As if they were summoned by something, they slowly flowed to the place where Yan Mo fell, gradually condensed, and reconstructed Yan Mo's figure. Yan Mo's eyes flashed with indifference, and his figure was stabilized again under the condensation of the ghosts, as if he had never been hurt.

He looked at Xu Fu coldly, as if mocking that Xu Fu's efforts were in vain.

Xu Fu tightly grasped the golden spear and watched Yama's every move vigilantly.

He knew that the battle was far from over, and the revival of Yan Mo foreshadowed that a more intense confrontation was about to come.

Yan Mo slowly stretched out his hand, clenched it into a fist, and then pushed it forward suddenly. With this action, the air in the entire valley seemed to solidify, and an invisible pressure was released from his palm and rushed straight towards Xu Fu.

This is Yama's secret technique - Soul Pressure, a powerful skill that can oppress the enemy's soul and make it unable to move.

At the moment when Xu Fu relaxed his vigilance, those scattered ghosts seemed to be summoned by something and gathered together again, and the figure of Yama appeared in front of Xu Fu again.

There was no fear or anger in his eyes, only an unfathomable indifference.

Xu Fu vigilantly clenched the golden spear in his hand. He knew that Yama was not truly defeated. The power of this great demon was far more unfathomable than he had expected.

Yama stretched out his hand and clenched it into a fist. The air around him seemed to solidify with his movement, and an invisible pressure began to spread in the valley.

"The pressure on the soul." Yama's voice seemed to come from the underworld, cold and hollow. He launched an attack that directly affected the soul. Even the strongest body could hardly resist the erosion of this attack.

Xu Fu felt a heavy pressure acting directly on his soul, as if countless chains were entangled around him, trying to pull his soul out of his body.

This attack is different from the previous physical confrontation. It is more insidious and more difficult to defend against.

But Xu Fu did not give in. He closed his eyes, began to adjust his breathing, and tried to fight the pressure.

A powerful will emerged in his heart, it was a desire for life, freedom, and a persistent pursuit of victory.

As Xu Fu's will focused, his golden spear began to emit a more dazzling light. The light contained a warm and firm power, which began to dispel the chains wrapped around Xu Fu's soul and forced back the heavy pressure bit by bit.

Seeing this, Yan Mo's eyes flashed with surprise. He didn't expect Xu Fu to be able to resist the pressure of his soul. He increased his power output, trying to completely crush Xu Fu's will.

But Xu Fu's resistance became more and more intense. His long spear drew golden arcs in the air, and each arc carried the power to break free.

The battle once again fell into a stalemate, with Xu Fu and Yan Mo both fighting a battle of souls in their own ways.

Xu Fu's golden spear and Yama's soul pressure intertwined in the air, forming a picture that was both beautiful and cruel.

Xu Fu knew that he could not be satisfied with just resistance, he needed to find an opportunity to fight back.

He began to silently recite an ancient spell in his mind, which was a secret method taught to him by his master, specifically used to purify evil souls.

As he silently chanted the spell, the light on Xu Fu's long spear became purer and stronger.

The lights began to attack the heavy pressure of Yama's soul, and every attack made Yama feel a little shaken.

Yama felt an unprecedented crisis and began to try changing his attack methods, trying to find Xu Fu's weakness.

But Xu Fu's will was as firm as a mountain, and his long spear was like a shield protecting his soul. No matter how Yama changed his attacks, he could not break through Xu Fu's defense.

As time went on, cracks began to appear in the heavy pressure of Yama's soul, and Xu Fu's counterattacks became more and more powerful.

Finally, in a powerful impact, Xu Fu's long spear completely broke the pressure on Yama's soul and shattered all the invisible chains.

Yan Mo's figure regrouped in the darkness of the Nether Court, his eyes flashing with an unyielding light. Facing Xu Fu's strong counterattack, he did not give up, but strengthened his determination.

He knew very well that this battle was not only a contest of strength, but also a confrontation of wills.

Yan Mo took a deep breath, slowly raised his hands, and began to manipulate the power of the Nether Court. The Nether Court, this realm carefully constructed by him, was filled with endless darkness and the power of resentful spirits.

In this area, he can mobilize the power of all vengeful spirits to form invisible repressive forces.

"Suppress the Netherworld!" Yama's voice echoed in the valley, with an unquestionable majesty in his voice. As his voice fell, the power of the Netherworld Court began to suppress Xu Fu.

Xu Fu felt this powerful pressure. He knew that it was not just a physical attack, but also a mental oppression.

The power of the Netherworld seemed to squeeze his soul out of his body, making it impossible for him to resist.

But Xu Fu did not retreat, his heart was full of determination and courage. He tightly grasped the golden spear and began to mobilize all his strength to prepare for this powerful suppression force.

His long spear drew golden arcs in the air, and each arc carried the power to break free.

The power of the Netherworld Court surged towards Xu Fu like a tide. Xu Fu's golden spear danced in his hand, forming a series of golden barriers to resist this invisible pressure.

Every time the long spear collided with the power of the underworld, it sparked countless sparks, illuminating the entire valley.

Seeing this, Yan Mo's eyes flashed with surprise. He didn't expect Xu Fu to be able to resist his nether suppression.

He increased the output of power, and the power of the Netherworld Courtyard became even more violent, as if it was going to swallow up the entire valley.

Xu Fu's breathing began to become rapid, and he felt his physical strength was rapidly depleting. But his will remained firm, and he knew that only by persisting to the end could he achieve the final victory.

He began to adjust his breathing, concentrate, and try to find the weakness of the Nether Courtyard.

(End of this chapter)