Many children, many blessings; a stunningly beautiful wife is given to you right from the start.

The commander-in-chief uttered the word "Kill".

The 100,000 Asuras of the Prison Suppression moved simultaneously.

"The vanguard of 30,000, form the Prison-Suppressing Killing Formation! Target: the main ship!"

Commander No. 1's battle halberd was aimed directly at the Ghost Ship of Ten Thousand Bones in the center.

Thirty thousand black-armored Asuras rose into the air.

Dark red malevolent energy intertwined in mid-air, transforming into a massive black blade that tore through the sky, hurtling straight towards Granny Minggu's warship.

On the deck of the warship, 300,000 Soul Sect disciples were forced to retreat repeatedly by this terrifying aura.

Granny Minggu was furious, and her withered finger suddenly pointed at the charging Asura army.

"What's the panic! Form the formation! Wave the Ten Thousand Soul Banner!"

"Drain the souls from these puppets!"

The disciples of the Myriad Souls Sect seemed to awaken from a dream, and they all bit their tongues, spitting their blood essence onto the Myriad Souls Banner in their hands.

Three hundred thousand soul banners waved simultaneously, and the world changed color.

Countless vengeful spirits burst forth from the banners, transforming into a black storm that blotted out the sky, crashing fiercely into the thirty thousand Asuras.

This is the most prized group killing formation of the Myriad Souls Sect. Even a powerful cultivator in the Integration Stage would be annihilated by the impact of these 300,000 vengeful spirits.

Granny Minggu's lips curled into a cruel, cold smile.

However, the next second, her smile froze on her face.

The dark storm of vengeful spirits pierced through the bodies of the Asuras, but it was like punching thin air.

There were no screams, no tremors of souls being torn apart.

Even with 30,000 Asuras charging, their formation remained perfectly intact.

They lack divine souls and consciousness; the divine soul attacks that the Myriad Souls Sect prides itself on are less than a gust of wind to them.

"How is that possible? There's not even a trace of spiritual energy fluctuation!"

"What kind of monster is this?!"

The disciples of the Ten Thousand Souls Sect screamed in terror.

In the instant they were stunned, 30,000 Asuras had already crashed heavily onto the deck.

The massacre began.

A peak Nascent Soul cultivator like Shura was completely overwhelmed by these disciples who averaged only Foundation Establishment or Golden Core stages.

Commander No. 1 swung his spear, and the dark red energy blade instantly cut hundreds of disciples in half at the waist.

Blood gushed out, and severed limbs covered the deck.

The Asuras are tireless and feel no pain.

Even if they are hit by magical weapons, as long as they are not completely destroyed, they will continue to wield their battle spears without caring.

In the short span of half an incense stick's time, the deck of the central warship had been transformed into a living hell.

The elite disciples of the Ten Thousand Souls Sect were slaughtered without exception, their corpses piled up like mountains.

Granny Minggu looked at the corpses scattered on the ground, her face ashen and her whole body trembling.

"Useless! They're all useless!"

She slammed her bone cane down hard, unleashing the terrifying pressure of the early Mahayana stage.

"Get out of my sight!"

Granny Minggu's withered hands quickly formed hand seals, and the laws of the Mahayana stage descended with a roar.

"Netherworld Poison Swamp!"

The entire deck instantly transformed into a swirling, green swamp of poison.

A powerful, corrosive gas shot into the sky, halting the advance of the 30,000 Asuras.

The black armor emitted a piercing hissing sound in the poisonous swamp, slowing the movements of the Asuras.

The suppression of the laws of the Mahayana stage finally brought this invincible army to a halt.

The plaza below.

Lin Mo patted the sunflower seed shells off his hands, his eyes turning completely cold.

"Wife, this old hag is a sore loser; he's personally bullying our soldiers."

Luo Xue took a step forward, and the Nine Nether Demonic Image behind her erupted with a monstrous blood-red light.

"Then kill her."

Before the words were even finished, Lin Mo and Luo Xue transformed into two streaks of light, one golden and one red, soaring straight into the sky.

"Great Wilderness Annihilation Sword, open!"

Lin Mo drew his heavy sword, and his chaotic true essence poured wildly into the blade.

A hundred-foot-long dark golden sword beam tore through the void and slashed fiercely at the green poisonous swamp on the deck.

At the same time, Luo Xue unleashed her Nine Nether Demon Form with a palm strike.

The terrifying vitality of the Blood Source Demon Body transformed into a domineering crimson aura, perfectly merging with Lin Mo's sword light.

"boom!"

The two forces, one gold and one red, crashed violently into the Netherworld Poison Swamp.

A huge gash was actually torn open in the Law Domain of the Mahayana Stage!

Granny Minggu suffered a backlash, let out a muffled groan, and took three steps back before regaining her balance.

She stared in disbelief at Lin Mo and Luo Xue, who were suspended in mid-air.

"A Fusion Stage cultivator trying to defy the laws of the Mahayana Stage? Absolutely impossible!"

In the world of cultivation, there is an ironclad rule: all those below the Mahayana level are but ants.

The suppression of the law is absolute.

But these two peak Nascent Soul stage cultivators actually joined forces to break her laws!

Lin Mo, carrying the Great Wilderness Annihilation Sword, sneered.

"Old woman, times have changed. Today, we're not only going to take your bones, but also your life!"

Without uttering a single word, Lin Mo flashed and appeared directly above Granny Minggu's head.

The heavy sword crashed down with the force of Mount Tai.

With perfect coordination, Luo Xue's six arms simultaneously formed hand seals, sealing off all of Granny Minggu's escape routes.

The two had already reached a mutual understanding through their dual cultivation.

The Chaos True Essence and the Blood Source Demon Body complemented each other, unleashing a relentless barrage of attacks like a raging storm.

Granny Minggu can only passively defend by waving her cane.

With each collision, she could feel an extremely domineering force rushing into her body through the cane, causing her blood and qi to surge.

A dignified Mahayana stage ancestor was actually being overwhelmed by two Nascent Soul stage cultivators!

Granny Minggu, with her hair disheveled, let out a humiliating scream.

"Blood Slaughter! Thousand Faces! How long are you going to keep watching this show?!"

On the right-hand side of the warship.

The Thousand-Faced Scholar snapped his folding fan shut, his eyes turning completely gloomy.

"That old hag Minggu is about to collapse. These two are suspicious; we absolutely cannot let them live!"

Blood Slaughter Ancestor twisted his thick neck, and the blood-red bandages all over his body tore apart inch by inch, revealing the knotted muscles underneath.

"It's about time! I, the Ancestor, want to crush their bones with my own hands!"

Boom! Boom!

Two violent Mahayana stage auras surged into the sky simultaneously, directly locking onto Lin Mo and Luo Xue in mid-air.

On the plaza below.

You Ruo, who had been closely watching the battle, had a drastic change in expression.

She clenched her fists, and her true essence, at the peak of the Integration Stage, surged wildly within her body.

"Husband, be careful! They're joining forces!"

Luo Xue slapped Granny Minggu away and hurriedly reminded her.

In mid-air, the cold voice of the Thousand-Faced Scholar came from all directions.

"You only realized it now? Too late!"

On the right, the Blood Slaughter Ancestor had already transformed into a blood-red afterimage, carrying a fist wind that tore through space, and slammed it hard into Lin Mo's back.

"Boy, die for your ancestor!"

Lin Mo turned around abruptly, his pupils shrinking.

"Grandmaster!"

You Ruo cried out in surprise, her figure instantly transforming into a streak of black light, rushing into the air without regard for anything else.

The Blood Slaughter Ancestor's fist, imbued with the violent laws of the early Mahayana stage, directly crushed the space in its path.

That punch was too fast and too brutal.

Lin Mo, who was in mid-air, was disturbed by the Thousand-Faced Scholar's soul technique, and his figure froze for a moment.

In that one second of pause, Blood Slaughter Ancestor's heavy fist had already struck him less than three inches from the back of his heart.

The death laws of the Mahayana stage, like a persistent, intractable disease, have locked onto Lin Mo.

"Die, kid!"

Blood Slaughter Ancestor laughed wildly.

however.

A lithe, black-clad figure forcefully shattered the spatial barrier and stood behind Lin Mo.

It is You Ruo.

Without any hesitation, she spread her arms wide and used her slender back to meet the punch that was powerful enough to collapse a mountain.

"Bang!"

A dull thud that made your teeth ache resounded through the sky.

Blood Slaughter Ancestor's fist slammed solidly into You Ruo's back.

The violent energy of the Mahayana stage instantly penetrated the body.

Youruo's black bodysuit ripped apart inch by inch.

"puff!"

You Ruo suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, the scalding blood spraying all over Lin Mo's neck.

The black veil covering her face was shattered, revealing a pale yet stunningly beautiful face.