Under one person: I, Zhang Zhiwei, the arrogant Zhang.

The "Imperial Advisor" was chased by flames and fled for his life, cursing loudly.

At this moment, Zhang Zhiwei was enveloped by the crimson flames cast by the two fireballs, and his entire body was wrapped in dense chains of flames.

His body was enveloped in a layer of golden light, and no matter how powerful the fiery chains were, they could not break through them in a short time.

However, this was not entirely ineffective. Under the continuous twisting and burning of the fiery chains, the seemingly tangible golden light actually began to slowly melt like metal, albeit at an extremely slow pace.

Within the golden light, Zhang Zhiwei held the Three-Five Male and Female Demon-Slaying Swords, quietly gathering his strength.

He has many methods, but in this situation, the Flying Thunder Sword is undoubtedly the most suitable choice.

Techniques like ball lightning and the sword that separates worlds consume too much of one's own power. There are still several rounds of fireballs hanging in the depths of the inner realm, so one must be careful and not use up all one's strength at the beginning.

The Flying Thunder Sword, on the other hand, relies more on the power of the magic weapon itself; the lightning on it is merely an auxiliary amplification effect, and its own consumption is relatively small.

The Three-Five Male and Female Demon-Slaying Swords in his hand can be said to be the best magical weapon in the world. Using these swords to unleash the Flying Thunder Sword not only conserves his own strength to the greatest extent, but also allows him to unleash the full power of the divine sword.

In the blink of an eye, golden lightning began to gather and overlap wildly on the blades of the Three-Five Male and Female Demon-Slaying Swords, one after another, layer upon layer, the boundless lightning swirling and growing stronger on the swords, emitting a deep and continuous roar.

Its power was completely incomparable to the previous Flying Thunder Sword. It was fortunate that he had the Three-Five Male and Female Demon-Slaying Sword in his hand, which could withstand such great power. If the East Wind Greatsword had withstood such powerful lightning magic, it might have been melted on the spot.

Just as Zhang Zhiwei was gathering his strength, the "National Preceptor," who was being chased and fleeing by the flames, suddenly found himself in a desperate situation and was about to be trapped by several chains of flames.

Don't be fooled by how easily Zhang Zhiwei handles it; if the "Imperial Advisor" were to be chained a few times, he would be in serious trouble. And if he were pulled into that fireball, it would be equivalent to helping Zhang Zhiwei slay his inner demons.

The inner demon is born from the body. Generally speaking, as long as the body does not perish, the inner demon will reappear. But now Zhang Zhiwei will no longer have an inner demon, so if the "National Preceptor" dies, he will truly die.

In a life-or-death crisis, the "Imperial Advisor" yelled at the top of his lungs, "Big Face... Boss! Help!"

Just as he was about to be bitten by several fiery chains, at the critical moment, a dazzling beam of light sliced ​​through the sky of flames, cleanly severing all the chains, and then rushed forward.

The "Imperial Advisor" felt as if he had been granted a pardon. He disregarded everything else, soared into the sky, shook off the shattered flames, and landed in a relatively safe place, looking back.

A thick bolt of lightning, like a red-hot iron skewer, sliced ​​through all the flames and pierced the "pupils" of the two fireballs that resembled eyeballs.

In an instant, thunder and fire, wind and lightning, suddenly erupted at that point of penetration, transforming into an overwhelming burst of blazing light and roar, engulfing the entire void of the interior scene.

At this moment, the interior world turned completely white.

The "Imperial Advisor" was thrown away by the aftershocks of the explosion, tumbling several times in the air before finally regaining his footing. His ears were ringing, and he couldn't hear anything for a long time.

After a long while, the blinding white light began to slowly dissipate. He squinted and looked in the direction where Zhang Zhiwei was.

Zhang Zhiwei was still standing there, his whole body enveloped in golden light, holding the Three-Five Male and Female Demon-Slaying Swords that were flashing with lightning in his hand. He gently stroked the blade with his fingers, smoothing out a few jumping arcs of electricity.

The power of this sword strike exceeded Zhang Zhiwei's expectations; he had underestimated the power of the Three-Five Male-Female Evil-Slaying Sword.

This sword, which belonged to the Celestial Master, has a very high enhancement effect on lightning magic. The stronger the lightning magic he infuses into it, the stronger the enhancement will be. If it is just a simple swing, its power cannot be fully utilized.

"As expected of the ancestor's weapon, it's beyond the control of ordinary people!!"

He thought to himself that with this magic sword, his confidence had increased even more.

He then continued to apply lightning magic to the Three-Five Male and Female Demon-Slaying Swords, intending to use this one trick to defeat all enemies, and once again used the Flying Thunder Sword to deal with the fireballs in the sky.

However, perhaps because he had thwarted the fireballs twice in a row, the fireballs in the sky were enraged, and an unprecedented deep chill suddenly enveloped him.

Fireballs are coming again, this time three.

Three enormous fireballs, like blazing pupils, descended simultaneously in a triangular formation, trapping him firmly in the center.

The "pupil" in the center of the fireball suddenly contracted to its limit, and then exploded with a deafening roar!

This is divine wrath; clearly, Zhang Zhiwei's previous actions have angered them.

The blazing flames instantly engulfed the entire interior, and countless golden flame chains, like venomous snakes spitting their tongues, frantically coiled towards Zhang Zhiwei.

Not only that, but countless swords formed from flames erupted from inside the fireball, swirling rapidly around him.

In an instant, the wind and thunder roared, flames swept across the sky and covered the earth, and various explosions rose and fell incessantly.

The "Imperial Advisor" had already hidden far away. He had wanted to get even further away, but the surrounding space had been distorted and warped by the arrival of the fireball. This place had become a dead end, as if shrouded in an invisible and enormous furnace, with no way to escape.

He had considered returning to Zhang Zhiwei's original form to avoid the disaster, but after glancing at Zhang Zhiwei surrounded by three fireballs in the center, he ultimately didn't dare to move. Going back in the current situation would be tantamount to suicide.

In this dire and agonizing situation, he could only hide and flee, avoiding the aftershocks of the collision between thunder and fire.

Fortunately, although his strength was far inferior to Zhang Zhiwei's, it was not weak either, and he was not so bad as to die from an unknown AOE attack. However, he was still walking on the edge of a knife, and every step was dangerous and fraught with danger. If he was not careful, he might die.

"Damn, that big-faced thief is a real pervert."

The "Imperial Advisor" had lost count of how many times he had uttered this sentiment in his heart. At this moment, within the inner realm, thunder and fire raged, causing the heavens and earth to tremble. Each of the three fireballs possessed the power to contend with Zhang Zhiwei head-on for a long time; now, the three resonated with each other, their power amplified, and in terms of sheer force, they had even subtly surpassed Zhang Zhiwei's.

Zhang Zhiwei used almost all his trump cards, unleashing the Flying Thunder Sword one after another as if it were free. But as the saying goes, once bitten, twice shy. After the Flying Thunder Sword shattered three rounds of fireballs in a row, he had already developed a countermeasure for the remaining three, so using the Flying Thunder Sword again would be much less effective.

Each time the Flying Thunder Sword attacks with lightning, the interior of the three fireballs collapses and shrinks instantly, transforming from a blazing sun into a hollow fire ring, precisely avoiding the core attack of the Flying Thunder Sword, and then using a sky full of flames to gradually extinguish the lightning.

When the Flying Thunder Sword became ineffective, Zhang Zhiwei immediately switched to another method. He used various extraordinary techniques, such as Purple Mansion Divine Thunder and One Sword Separating Worlds, to blast away another round of fireballs with his overwhelming strength.

However, even with the golden light protecting him, he was still inevitably burned by the flames in such a fierce battle.

The golden flames erupting from these fireballs are no ordinary fire; once they touch the skin, the wounds will be slow to heal, and the burning pain and damage will linger on the body.

These accumulating injuries would gradually erode Zhang Zhiwei's life and cultivation, making him dull and sluggish. This made Zhang Zhiwei wary, realizing he needed to finish the battle quickly and not be dragged into a protracted war.

The sun-like fireball emitted raging flames, transforming into a boundless sea of ​​fire within this inner landscape. Zhang Zhiwei, like the sharpest lightning bolt, cleaved through the sea of ​​fire, cutting the entire surface into pieces.

Golden lightning and crimson flames collided violently, various magical lights exploded like fireworks, and the roar was deafening. Zhang Zhiwei was surrounded by golden light, blood was crawling all over his face, and the embers left after the fireball shattered were dissipating at his feet.

Watching this scene from afar, the "Imperial Advisor" unconsciously clenched his fists, his heart churning with emotions he couldn't express. He and Zhang Zhiwei were originally one; Zhang Zhiwei was undergoing tribulation here, and wasn't he also undergoing tribulation?

Just then, the "Imperial Advisor" suddenly felt a jolt in his heart, an indescribable tremor, as if his heart was being squeezed to the throat.

Zhang Zhiwei, sandwiched between two fireballs, held a cold, luminous orb in his palm. The orb looked unremarkable, emitting only a faint, cold light, but its edges were wreathed in tiny, almost invisible sparks of electricity, and the surrounding void rippled slightly because of its presence.

The "Imperial Advisor" was instantly thrown into a panic. That was ball lightning; he had witnessed its power firsthand several times and knew all too well just how terrifying it was.

"Is that big-faced thief about to unleash his ultimate move?"

The "Grand Preceptor" thought to himself, but then he realized he was wrong. After the ball lightning was formed, it was not released by Zhang Zhiwei. To be precise, it was released, but not for the two fireballs. Zhang Zhiwei transformed the fireball into a command arrow and fired it.

The command arrow traveled along the passageway connecting the inner scene to the outer scene, instantly descending into the outer scene and transforming into a token with faint lightning patterns on its surface, which landed in the center of the altar.

Zhang Zhiwei did this because he had just received another request from Zhang Yi, asking him to use his divine power to help him.

Zhang Zhiwei roughly sensed the outside world and realized that the power he had given to his uncle had been completely used up. However, even though the power was exhausted, it was not enough to kill the Grand Master and his group. Instead, it killed many Japanese pirate officers, so the power was not entirely wasted.

At this time, the Chinese army was making a full-scale breakout, while the Japanese pirate army was launching a full-scale offensive and blocking attack; major battles were raging everywhere.

Uncle Zhang Yi was quite clever; instead of using thunder to bombard the front lines, he targeted the Japanese pirates' command tents at all levels.

After all, no matter how powerful thunder magic is, its impact on a battlefield with hundreds of thousands of troops is still very small. Just like lightning in nature, no matter how powerful it is, it is unlikely to kill hundreds or thousands of people with a single thunderbolt.

Zhang Yi's actions resulted in the deaths of many mid-level Japanese officers, greatly relieving pressure on the front lines.

After exhausting his power, he remembered the Grand Master of Shintoism again. He felt somewhat resentful for not killing the old man, and with a try-it-out mentality, he issued another decree, hoping to obtain power from Zhang Zhiwei.

When he issued this decree, he had no idea of ​​the perilous situation Zhang Zhiwei was in. In his mind, his nephew was always invincible and unconquerable; there was no danger in the world that could trap him.

Upon receiving Zhang Yi's request, despite his own precarious situation, Zhang Zhiwei still chose to allocate a portion of his power, condensing a "small-yield" ball lightning and sending it out.

"Trying to run? You must die today, not even the Emperor can stop you!"

Zhang Zhiwei snorted coldly. The reason he dared to do this was not because he was arrogant, but because he had already seen through the true nature of this calamity.

This divine punishment arose precisely because of his excessive interference in external affairs. His actions directly affected the fates of too many people, allowing too many to defy destiny, which is why the heavens were sent to punish him.

He was unwilling to back down, so he had to face this ordeal. He would eventually have to confront the remaining fireballs deep within the inner realm.

These fireballs grew stronger with each wave, but his power was ultimately finite. Rather than being worn down bit by bit by a series of attacks, he might as well go all in, increase his influence on the external landscape, and lure out all the remaining fireballs at once.

After all, most of his killing moves are wide-range attacks, and taking on five opponents with one move is much more cost-effective than taking on five opponents with five moves, while also reducing his own energy consumption. Of course, facing all the Heavenly Punishment Fireballs at once would increase the pressure he would have to endure exponentially.

Whether he can withstand it or not depends on his own abilities.

Zhang Zhiwei felt it was worth a try, so he did it without hesitation. Of course, another very important reason was that he also wanted to kill the Grand Master of Shintoism.

To prevent his uncle from making a mistake and letting the tiger return to the mountain, he simply unleashed a ball of lightning. With the power of this thing, if it hit the mark, the Grand Master would definitely be dead.

Meanwhile, at the outer altar, Zhang Yigang made a request to Zhang Zhiwei, and Zhang Zhiwei responded immediately. A golden light fell from the sky and transformed into a command arrow that floated in front of him.

"Hahaha!" Zhang Yi was taken aback at first, then overjoyed. He grabbed the token and laughed loudly, "That kid Zhiwei is truly a man who grants every request! If you ask me, why should we continue to worship any ancestral master? He's so stingy, taking forever to give any response. We might as well worship him instead. This efficiency, this power!"

Joking aside, Zhang Yi's hands didn't stop moving. He picked up the Yin-Yang wooden divination stick, made a hand seal, and then suddenly threw it out.

This step is called "divination to pinpoint the location." Once a divination is performed, the target's location can be located.

Although the Grand Master had already fled far away, the ritual performed on the altar had the ability to remotely locate the target. Moreover, Zhang Yi had been fighting with the Grand Master for half a day, so locating his position was not difficult at all.

The divination and location determination are complete, like setting up a sniper rifle and steadily aiming at the target. The next step is when to pull the trigger and what kind of bullet to use—that is, the method of casting the spell. (End of Chapter)