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Chapter 417 Battle...? (Another unexpected bonus chapter! Please vote with your monthly tickets!)

As Shui Wuyai watched Gao Jian's aura surge and he break free from his restraints, a complex feeling of emotion welled up within him.

They were genuinely marveling.

The young man before me is truly a genius; his temperament, will, resourcefulness, and even his incredible luck are all exceptional.

Judging from its current performance, it already possesses the ambition to leave a significant mark on the long river of history.

Given the potential they've shown so far, if given a few more years—no, perhaps even just a year or two—they could easily crush this group of so-called top forces in Cangzhou, just like a giant wheel crushing a mantis.

They even possessed some of the spirit of that nineteen-year-old who swept away the entire Blade Plains.

Its momentum is unstoppable.

Unfortunately, he was still too young, and his foundation was ultimately lacking.

Swallowing the King of Medicine Ginseng was enough to fully heal his injuries, restore him to his peak condition, and even make him overflow with vitality.

Ultimately, however, breakthroughs in cultivation realms rely on more than just accumulating resources! They also require sufficient life experience, insights, a profound understanding of power, and the natural accumulation of inner strength!
These are not things that can be obtained instantly by consuming a single spiritual herb.

"Have you made enough of a ruckus?" Shui Wuyai slowly stretched out his hand, and in his palm, a crystal-clear jade array plate quietly appeared, emitting ripple-like waves.

The last trace of regret on his face vanished, leaving only a cold resolve: "I was originally thinking of searching your soul to find its secrets and leave a trace of your remnant soul for reincarnation. Now it seems that I can't do it. So... you can only die."

Wang Gang, standing to the side, remained silent, only clenching his fists tightly.

The slightly damaged meridians and blood in his body caused by the "annihilation of all directions" had been suppressed, and an even more dangerous and condensed aura emanated from his body.

He realized that he could no longer hold back or take any chances.

All the previous hesitation and "cherishing talent" became the opponent's chance to turn the tide.

Since that's the case, then let's abandon those tempting secrets and use absolute power to completely eradicate this scourge!

Gao Jian sighed inwardly as he watched their sudden change in demeanor and the encirclement that was beginning to take shape.

He certainly wanted to take advantage of the drug's effects to launch a surprise attack, killing several eighth-realm cultivators and weakening their strength. However, these people were all seasoned veterans of the eighth and ninth realms. Having learned their lesson once, they reacted extremely quickly and instantly, under the command of Shui Wuyai and Wang Gang, they closed in and connected their qi.
This is the source of Shui Wuyai and Wang Gang's confidence at this moment.

Almost at the same time that Gao Jian broke free of his restraints, a combined attack formation that had been secretly brewing and linked together for a long time was instantly formed, with those dozen or so eighth and ninth realm cultivators as the nodes!

At this very moment, all the experts from the Cangzhou aristocratic families, under the leadership of Shui Wuyai and Wang Gang, two powerful experts at the tenth realm of martial arts and law, had their auras linked and their positions mysterious, forming a unified battle formation!

Centered on Shui Wuyai, countless visible threads of energy of various colors spread out from his body, precisely connecting to each of the aristocratic masters.

These vital energy threads are not forcibly extracted, but rather act as bridges and amplifiers, harmonizing, connecting, and resonating each person's different magical power, blood and qi, and martial arts will in an incredibly mysterious way!
Under normal circumstances, different cultivators have vastly different cultivation methods and conflicting attributes. Even if they join forces to fight an enemy, they will mostly fight independently and may even interfere with each other, making the sum of their individual efforts far less than the sum of their individual efforts.

But now, with Shui Wuyai, a tenth-realm master who has cultivated the Qi Refiner's "Refining All Qi" to its extreme, as the central core and converter, everything is different!

He is a master conductor who can perfectly harmonize instruments of different styles, refine and integrate the energy of different attributes, and make it his own!

In an instant, the power of all the masters from the aristocratic families, whether it was martial arts blood and qi or qi cultivation magic, was seamlessly integrated into one, with no distinction between them!
A terrifying pressure, far exceeding the sum of individual strengths, vast and boundless, surged from the battle formation, stirring up the hellish winds and clouds, and even dimming the dim red light of the sky above!
Its power and might have completely surpassed the realm of the tenth realm, firmly stepping into the domain of the eleventh realm! It was an aura worthy of truly becoming a sect or ancestor, and establishing a great sect!

To explore the meaning, language, imagery, and numbers; to understand the ways of the world; to observe the waxing and waning of heaven and earth; to deduce the waxing and waning of the sun and moon; to examine the degrees of yin and yang; and to observe the forms of hardness and softness.

To observe the way of Heaven, to act in accordance with Heaven, to examine the inner and outer aspects of all things, to refine the Qi of Heaven and Earth and use it for one's own purposes—this is the way of the 'Heavenly Thief'!
"Five thieves" refers to the five virtues of nature; "performed in Heaven" refers to the five elements of Qi.

This is the true foundation of a Qi cultivator!
Heaven has five thieves; those who see them prosper. These five thieves reside in the heart, and their influence extends to Heaven. The universe is in one's hand; all transformations originate from within.

Human nature is what we are born with.

Human nature is a tool.

The way of Heaven is established to govern humanity.

As a celestial thief, I steal heavenly secrets and plunder the energy of heaven and earth! Then I make it my own power!

Om-! ! !
The world suddenly changed color! It wasn't just a simple light and shadow effect; rather, the area within an eighty-mile radius centered on Gao Jian seemed to have been forcibly "carved" out of the overall space of hell by an invisible giant hand, forming an independent, desolate force field filled with death and despair!
The ground beneath his feet instantly turned into pitch-black, viscous, swampy netherworld soil. Countless ghostly hands, formed from the condensation of Yin Sha death energy, burst forth from the earth, frantically grabbing at Gao Jian's feet, trying to drag him into an endless abyss!
The yin energy in the air was so dense that it turned into gray-black snowflakes that fell, each snowflake as heavy as a mountain, containing a chill that could freeze one's soul!
The sky turned low and gloomy, no longer the inherent crimson of hell, but a murky yellow of despair, like the filthy underworld hanging upside down! From the murky yellow clouds, ten blurry, yet terrifyingly oppressive phantoms of evil spirits emerged!

They held shackles, mirrors of retribution, or long pens... representing the authority of hellish judgment and punishment, all locking their oppressive power onto Gao Jian!
Gao Jian frowned.

This is not just the power of the Heavenly Thief.

Formations are merely supplementary!
Everything before our eyes seems to have drawn upon the power of the Underworld and Hell itself!

Why? What happened?
I don't quite understand your insight.

However, Shui Wuyai himself knew—

Before this, the Shui family had done an enormous favor to obtain a precious treasure from the Divine Dynasty.

With this precious treasure, he was able to pass through the tribulations of life and death, step into hell, and even make the day and night wandering gods give way to him.

This precious treasure has a great connection to hell.

And now, he has also incorporated it into the formation.

In this way, the formation triggers certain characteristics of hell, and the resulting suppression will be even greater!

Gao Jian felt a sudden heaviness around him, as if ten mountains were pressing down on his shoulders, and his movements instantly became incredibly slow! Even more terrifying, his soul seemed to be bound by invisible shackles, and his thoughts became sluggish.

And this is only the environmental suppression of the formation!

The real attack followed immediately!

"Die!" As one of the core attackers of the formation, Wang Gang unleashed a powerful punch from a distance!
This time, it wasn't a nuclear explosion of energy, but an extremely concentrated force!
Where the force of the punch passed, the surrounding scenery collapsed and compressed layer by layer, forming an invisible cage that crushed Gao Jian! With the support of this formation, his control over this punch reached its limit, with no power leaking out and all of it being applied to Gao Jian!
At the same time, all the other cultivators also made their move!
Their power was no longer scattered, but perfectly merged through the formation, transforming into dazzling yet deadly torrents of light:

The patriarch of the same family was heartbroken at losing the Medicine King Ginseng. He channeled his anger into the most powerful strangulation technique, with countless poisonous vines gleaming with metallic luster emerging from the Netherworld to entwine and pierce!
Cultivators skilled in fire magic drew upon the turbid fire within the formation, transforming it into roaring, foul fire dragons that burned everything in their path!
A cultivator skilled in swordsmanship points his sword, and thousands of sword energies pour down like a torrential rain, each one locking onto the aura of the expert!
The one who had previously refined the corpse then activated the resentment within the formation, transforming it into countless wailing vengeful spirits that directly assaulted Gao Jian's sea of ​​consciousness!

The formation master continuously reinforced the forbidden zone, distorting the energy composition around it, leaving Gao Jian with no way to avoid it!

All the attacks were no longer chaotic, but formed a three-dimensional and perfect killing network!

There is no way to heaven and no way to earth!
Gao Jian's pupils constricted as he pushed his newly recovered strength to its limit, wildly wielding his rusty blade and unleashing his full power! The blade light was like an impenetrable ball of light, constantly blocking and dodging!
boom! boom! boom! boom!
The explosions were continuous, like thousands of war drums beating in our ears at the same time!

Gao Jian's figure was instantly and completely engulfed by the endless attack light!

With each swing of his sword, he could shatter a vine, split a fire dragon, and shatter a wave of sword energy!
The power brought by the Heart Lamp was perfectly unleashed at this moment!
If before, Gao Jian was still dodging, now, with the blessing of this newly acquired power, he is swimming like a dragon, he is... familiarizing himself with his new method, familiarizing himself with it in battle!
His movements were unpredictable and he could always slip through the gaps in the attack at the last second!

However, the attacks were too dense, and the suppressive power of the formation was omnipresent, so he made a mistake from time to time during the process of familiarizing himself with it.

A filthy fire dragon's tail swept across his back.

A condensed sword aura pierced through his net of blades, leaving a deep, bone-revealing wound on his shoulder!

The howls of countless fierce spirits pierced into his sea of ​​consciousness, causing his soul to tremble violently and his movements to pause slightly!
Wang Gang's punch, with its power concentrated to the extreme, finally seized upon this moment of weakness and struck down with a thunderous roar!
Bang! ! !
Gao Jian only had time to hold the rusty knife in front of him before he was struck head-on by a stray star!

"Pfft—!" He flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily into the invisible yet tangible barrier of the forbidden zone behind him, formed by the power of the array!

It bounced back hard again!
Before he could even regain his footing, an even more ferocious attack surged in like a tsunami!
Within an area of ​​eighty miles, the earth had been completely overturned, the Netherworld soil shattered, revealing deeper layers of scarlet rock, which were then evaporated and vaporized by terrifying energy! The almost endless power around them was constantly twisting, breaking, and barely healing, with raging energy turbulence and destructive light spots everywhere!

This area has been reduced to a complete ruin.

Takashi's figure struggled, flickered, and was repeatedly knocked away, wielding his sword to fight back.

His wounds continued to multiply, and his newly recovered vitality began to wane again. The immense life force brought by the medicine also began to dissipate rapidly under this frantic consumption.

He was completely suppressed. Even in Shui Wuyai's eyes, Gao Jian had several opportunities to break through, but in the end, he did not.

Either he's handling the situation with ease and is still using them to hone his martial arts skills and familiarize himself with his strength, or he's run out of options.

Is the answer the former?

It's ridiculous; no one in the world can do the former.

Faced with the absolute power formed by more than ten strong individuals using an array, individual bravery seemed so pale and powerless.

Shui Wuyai Gang hovered outside the desolate region, coldly watching the area submerged by destructive energy, and the figure struggling within it.

This is just the prelude.

If he can't hold on any longer, then... let's just kill him.

The battle formation shone brightly, gathering the power of more than ten experts. After being harmonized and transformed by Shui Wuyai, it turned into a chaotic energy torrent with a diameter of more than a hundred feet, mixed with crimson blood, dark blue magic power, earthy yellow evil energy, and Geng metal sharp energy. It was like the Milky Way in the sky rolling back, or like a primordial beast opening its mouth to swallow the sky, pouring down on Gao Jian, who was firmly suppressed at the center!

Wherever this torrent of energy passed, the hellish earth groaned in unbearable agony, twisting and shattering inch by inch!
The earth below was as if it were being lifted up layer by layer by an invisible giant plow, and then instantly vaporized and annihilated!
Within a radius of eighty miles, everything that existed—the jagged stone forest, the dried-up riverbed, the protruding hills, and even some wandering low-level ghosts—was completely wiped out by this destructive power at this moment!

Truly devastating! Truly reduced to dust! As far as the eye could see, everything was ruins, leaving only a huge, glassy crater that kept collapsing downwards, emitting blue smoke, as if it had been struck by a meteorite!
Gao Jian's figure, at the center of this earth-shattering energy torrent, was as insignificant as a speck of dust in a storm, and was instantly and completely engulfed by the endless destructive light that represented the power of the eleventh realm!

The light devoured everything, the sound annihilated everything, only the pure energy was recklessly unleashing its supreme authority!

Shui Wuyai remained expressionless, his eyes cold, maintaining the battle formation's output.

He was certain that under an attack of this level, unless a celestial being personally intervened to protect him, there was no chance of survival. "Killing this brat would not quell the hatred in my heart! My spiritual ginseng, my spiritual ginseng!" The patriarch of the same family cried out as he poured out his magic power, his heartache turning into boundless hatred. He continued to urge his magic power on, wanting Gao Jian to die quickly.

"Alright, stop crying. You're so old, why bother?" Shui Wuyai said from the side.

Shui Wuyai was a bit strange.

I don't know what happened. Losing a ginseng root could make him cry like this? He knows the value of ginseng, so why is it like this?
Could it be that the ginseng has some effect that he is unaware of?
Even if they are heartbroken, controlling their emotions should be very easy at this level; losing control of their emotions is very rare for them.

That's really...weird.

The thought flashed through Shui Wuyai's mind, but his hands did not stop moving in the slightest. Regardless of the inside story, the most important thing right now was to completely eliminate Gao Jian; any strange occurrences could be investigated later.

He remained calm and collected, controlling all the gathered power and transforming it into the purest beam of destruction, relentlessly bombarding the area. He didn't even bother to examine the center of the light—in his view, it was a certain death, without a doubt.

This devastating energy, gathered from the collective power and transformed by him, is immense and stable, enough to sustain continuous output for a full seventy-two seconds!

Seventy-two seconds! Enough to melt and vaporize this land, creating a terrifying tunnel six hundred miles deep!

At that time, a bottomless, churning abyss will appear on the surface of the earth, and all the surrounding terrain will be completely shattered and altered. If such a commotion were to occur within the territory of the Divine Dynasty, special envoys from the Celestial Surveillance Bureau or even experts from the capital would likely have come to investigate and stop it.

Unfortunately, this is hell. The laws are chaotic, there is no one to govern it, and the destruction within a mere eighty-mile radius is utterly insignificant compared to the vast and boundless hell, which is itself a massive wound. It's not even a ripple.

He remained focused and continued to produce results.

However, misfortunes never come singly.

Another tall, thin, and sinister-looking ninth-realm cultivator stared intently at the center of the pillar of destruction, but his eyes did not show any pleasure. Instead, they burned with a jealousy and resentment that seemed to be spitting fire!

What did he see? He saw Gao Jian, a mere junior at the seventh realm, repeatedly escape from the siege of so many experts! He saw Gao Jian actually swallow the thousand-year-old spiritual ginseng that even he coveted but dared not hope to obtain!

Seeing the terrifying ruthlessness and luck that Gao Jian unleashed in that desperate situation! How could he?! He had cultivated diligently for hundreds of years, being extremely cautious and relying on powerful families to climb to his current position. How could a young man possess such opportunities and such a temperament?! A jealous resentment of "If I can't have you, neither can you" instantly consumed his reason!
"How dare you! You thieving scoundrel! Annihilate me completely!" He let out a twisted roar, no longer following the rhythm guided by Shui Wuyai, and disregarding the balance of the formation, he frantically poured all his magic power into the battle formation! This power was filled with negative emotions, violent and chaotic, and instantly caused the energy flow of the battle formation to stagnate!
Almost simultaneously, another hot-tempered ninth-level martial artist from the Wang family, having suffered repeated setbacks and failed to break through the defenses, felt utterly humiliated, and a nameless rage surged to his head! Especially when he thought about how Gao Jian had managed to steal things and eat ginseng right under his nose, he felt even more ashamed!
"Roar! You little bastard! Let's see how long you can hold out!" His eyes were bloodshot, his blood was surging, and his martial will was no longer focused. Instead, it was filled with a pure destructive restlessness, and he crashed into the energy torrent like a raging bull! This extremely fierce and violent will immediately clashed with the other relatively gentle magical attributes!

Both of their magical powers were somewhat unstable.

"Alright, shut up! Calm your mind!" Shui Wuyai shouted in a deep voice, his brows furrowed.

The old ancestor's loss of composure had already displeased him, and he also felt a vague sense of unease.

The losses are significant, but such a loss of control is definitely not a good thing.

As the central figure, he felt it most acutely!
The once perfectly coordinated and unified vast energy instantly became turbulent and clashed due to the grief and indignation of the patriarch, the jealousy and madness of the sinister cultivator, the furious attack of the hot-tempered martial artist, and the subtle fluctuations caused by the emotions of the others.

It's like a harmonious symphony orchestra suddenly having a few musicians lose control of their emotions and start playing haphazardly, with harsh tones and no rhythm at all!

No matter how skillful a Qi cultivator is in harmonizing all energies, they cannot completely eliminate the pollution and interference of this emotional force originating from the source on their own energy!
The eleventh-realm energy torrent, which was originally as solid as a pillar and capable of destroying everything, began to twist slightly, flicker, and even emit subtle explosion sounds from within!
While its power may not have diminished much, its stability and cohesion have been greatly reduced! It is no longer an invincible and perfect attack!
"Damn it! All of you, calm yourselves down! Do you want to suffer the backlash?!" Shui Wuyai was both shocked and furious, roaring as he tried to forcefully suppress the chaotic energy and emotions.

Veins bulged on Wang Gang's forehead as he roared, attempting to forcefully stabilize the turbulent battle formation with his own immense blood and energy: "All of you, calm down! Are you pigs?!"

But once emotions break free, how easy is it to take them back?

Moreover, his insulting rebuke only added fuel to the fire.

Some people secretly resented: "Now that Gao Jian is dead and the great threat has been eliminated, why be so harsh on your teammates? We are all people of the eighth and ninth realms, and we are all influential figures in Cangzhou. What do you mean by insulting us like pigs and dogs? Do you really think we are servants of your Wang family?"

Some people relaxed, thinking, "It's finally over... With such intense output, everyone is exhausted, and Gao Jian must have turned to ashes. I can finally catch my breath, right?"

Some even couldn't help but smirk, looking at the heartbroken Tong family patriarch with a hint of schadenfreude: "Hey, Old Ghost Tong has suffered a huge loss this time. That ginseng is his lifeline. After they go back, the Tong family will probably have to give up a significant portion of their market share in Cangzhou's pharmaceutical market and those top-quality medicinal herb fields..."

This hastily assembled team came from different families and were temporarily united by interests and the authority of the Shui and Wang families. There was no affection between them, and they even had many secret rivalries and conflicts.

Admittedly, those who have cultivated to the eighth or ninth realm possess remarkable wisdom, a tempered composure, and a proud calmness. These excellent qualities should have been sufficient to enable them to engage in efficient and ruthless cooperation.

But at this moment, it seemed as if most of their outstanding qualities as strong individuals had been taken away by some invisible force!

Thus, under the continuous onslaught of Gao Jian's unexpected methods, the shock of witnessing the millennium-old ginseng being swallowed, the exhaustion from constantly outputting power, and the stimulation of Wang Gang's rude reprimands, all sorts of negative emotions—jealousy, greed, schadenfreude, dissatisfaction, and complacency—surged up like a flood breaking through a dam, leaving them almost no room for rational thought or buffering. Their emotions had already driven their instincts to react.

Everyone harbors different intentions and has their own ulterior motives.

Although only a few people have fully revealed their true feelings, the undercurrent of emotions has already been surging in everyone's heart.

As a result, the once solid and powerful battle formation began to shake violently!
The energy flow became chaotic, with different attributes colliding and repelling each other, making it impossible to maintain the perfect eleventh realm output form.

As Shui Wuyai sensed the increasingly out-of-control and backlashing energy within the formation, his expression turned extremely grim. Without hesitation, a flash of decisiveness mixed with pain crossed his eyes as he abruptly severed his connection to the battle formation's central core!

"Scatter!" he shouted, his figure drifting backward. He would rather give up this chance to kill than be seriously injured by the backlash of this chaotic energy.

His decision to let go was like removing the last cornerstone.

The destructive eleventh-realm energy torrent, originally expected to last for seventy-two seconds, emitted a series of unstable, violent flashes and muffled internal explosions before collapsing like a skyscraper that had lost its support!

Countless out-of-control, conflicting energy turbulence burst forth in all directions, like the most dazzling yet most dangerous fireworks during a festival, plowing the already ravaged land once again, causing everyone to dodge or use their internal energy to defend themselves.

As the light faded, the scene below was revealed.

A colossal, bottomless lava lake appeared on the spot. The lake was not calm; instead, it churned violently as if boiling, spewing out dark red lava and suffocating black smoke.

The terrifying heat distorted the air, reflecting a bizarre and surreal light onto everything around it. The lake walls were as smooth as mirrors, displaying a glassy texture as if they had been instantly melted and then solidified by the extreme heat.

This was precisely the terrifying destructive power caused by that brief burst of power from the eleventh realm.

Looking at the collapsing formation and the boiling lava lake below, Wang Gang was so angry he almost vomited blood. Pointing at the group of aristocratic experts with varying expressions, he cursed, "Useless scoundrels! You all pretend to be so righteous and composed all the time, but how come you're so fickle at crucial moments? You're not even as good as street thugs! How can a rabble like you accomplish anything great?!"

His curses were like thunder, echoing across the empty lava lake.

Hearing Wang Gang's merciless rebuke, the others felt displeased and even harbored resentment. However, due to Wang Gang's formidable strength and prestige as a tenth-level martial artist, and the fact that they were in the wrong, no one dared to refute him for a moment, and the scene fell into an awkward and oppressive silence.

At this moment, only the bubbling and boiling sound of the lava lake below, like a mocking accompaniment, was particularly jarring.

Everyone's gaze was involuntarily drawn to the center of the lava lake.

That's brilliant... It should have been completely wiped out by now, right?
Although things went wrong during the process, the result... shouldn't change, right?
A nameless unease began to quietly grow in the hearts of some people.

But the next moment——

The next moment, another change occurred!

In that deathly silent, scorching space where only the sound of molten lava could be heard, a sudden gust of cold wind arose, rustling and whipping up a thick black mist that quickly enveloped the surrounding area, making it resemble a ghostly realm!

At a glance, it was impossible to distinguish high from low, left from right, or any other place; all that could be seen were the shadowy figures of the dead, a truly terrifying sight!
It was as if the enormous lava abyss that had been forcibly pierced by the power of the eleventh realm was not leading to the fiery core beneath the earth, but rather carving out a hole leading to the Nine Nether Hell!
There, on the glass-like cliffs along the lava lake, countless shadowy monsters crawled; below, the rolling dark red lava reflected only the phantoms of gods and demons baring their fangs and claws, as if every cave that once existed was spewing out wild ghosts it had contained; and every crack in the bottom of the ravine that once existed hid restless evil spirits!
All sorts of ghosts and monsters, like a disturbed beehive or a burst dam of the Styx, surged wildly up from the bottomless lava lake along the smooth, glassy barrier!
These ghosts came in all sorts of strange and bizarre forms: there were wailing, vengeful spirits whose bodies were wrapped in chains and who dragged half of their bodies;

There are rotting corpse demons with bloated bodies, spewing poisonous smoke and miasma;

There are shadowy yakshas that move like shadows and tear through the air with their claws;

Even more extreme, some are shaped like giant pythons, but are made up of countless pained human faces, emitting a piercing scream!

They were numerous and densely packed, almost obscuring the view, and carrying a strong aura of malevolent death as they rushed straight towards the people by the lake!
“I’ll go. Be wary of my superiors.” Wang Gang stepped forward.

He was a pure tenth-realm martial artist, his blood and qi were as fiery as a furnace, extremely yang and strong, and he was naturally extremely restrained by these evil ghosts.

Moreover, he could tell at a glance that although the surging ghosts were impressive, most of them were low-level demons wandering in hell, not the well-trained Yaksha ghost army in Iron City with a formal organization and often reaching the eleventh realm.

Therefore, he alone is enough to deal with these miscellaneous soldiers!
He took a step forward, and his blood and qi surged forth, with crimson blood and qi billowing into the sky, forcing the surrounding yin wind and black mist back several feet! He slowly clenched his fists, and his knuckles made a cracking sound like thunder.

Immediately, he threw a simple punch at the overwhelming tide of ghosts!
As soon as the punch was thrown, strange phenomena appeared in the sky!

It wasn't just one fist shadow, but a sky full of fist shadows suddenly appeared!

Densely packed, like a sudden storm or a cascading galaxy, it instantly filled the entire dark sky, exactly 108,000!

Each punch was as solid as a tangible object, containing Wang Gang's overwhelming martial will and supreme yang energy, shining like the sun!

Faced with the barrage of punches raining down on them, the ghosts and monsters each displayed their unique abilities, attempting to defend themselves or escape.

Some manifested as dark, sinister bone blades and ghostly shields, attempting to block;
Some spewed out emerald green ghost fire from their mouths or grabbed bolts of dark lightning and threw them at the fist shadow;
Some ride the dark winds, summon clouds and rain, intending to extinguish the flames of life and blood;

Some of their forms transformed into a wisp of drifting mist, escaping into the crevices of shadow;

Some curled up their bodies, trying to overcome strength with softness and resist all force;
Some even relied on their own yin energy and seemingly immortal nature, roaring as they tried to tough it out.

However, in the face of Wang Gang's fist, which was extremely powerful and contained unparalleled martial arts energy, all the ghostly and demonic arts seemed pale, powerless, and meaningless.

No matter what methods they use, they all come at you with a punch, instantly shattering your body and sending it flying in all directions!
No matter how they flee into the clouds, into the shadows, or even try to burrow into the void rifts, there will always be one or more fist shadows that seem to have eyes, striking them down with unparalleled precision!
At the same time, Wang Gang stared down below.

Are these ghosts and monsters related to profound insights?

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