Starting as a prodigy wanting milk? A world-destroying deception in the opposite direction.

Shen Zhen's eyes sharpened.

He dodged the giant's claw again, then instead of retreating, he charged towards the giant.

Seeing this, the shaman sneered, "You're courting death."

With a wave of his bone staff, the skeletal giant opened its maw and spewed a stream of eerie green flame toward Shen Zhen.

Shen Zhen was prepared. She raised the blue lamp, and the blue light transformed into a protective shield around her entire body.

The flames crashed against the light shield, hissing, but could not break through.

Shen Zhen had already rushed to the feet of the skeletal giant.

He unleashed his full power of space, and the void in front of him seemed to be folded by an invisible hand, with two curved spatial surfaces quietly appearing, which then spread out transparent ripples.

Spatial displacement is most suitable for dealing with these mindless, inanimate objects.

The skeletal giant's foot stepped into the first ripple, and then it emerged from the second ripple as if out of thin air.

Shen Zhen seized this fleeting moment, a fierce glint flashing in his eyes, and the ripples vanished abruptly!

"Snap!"

"Snap!"

The skeletal giant's ankle snapped into three pieces, and its massive body, losing its support, crashed down like a mountain collapsing, sending dust flying everywhere.

Shen Zhen retreated swiftly, only managing to stabilize himself ten zhang away.

His chest heaved violently, his mental energy was being depleted too quickly, and the wound on his chest was bleeding profusely.

But he put all of that out of his mind, forcefully regulated his breathing, and fixed his icy gaze on the shaman, saying in a chilling voice:

"Bring on whatever other tricks you have."

The shaman groaned, and a trickle of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

The skeletal giant was connected to him in spirit; the giant's destruction had a backlash on him as well. He stared at Shen Zhen, the bone staff in his hand unconsciously emitting a low hum.

"Spatial power..." The shaman slammed his bone staff down heavily, his face a mixture of greed and rage.

"You really surprise me."

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. Shen Zhen's tenacity far exceeded his expectations. His voice became deep and terrifying.

"But you think that's all?"

He paused for a moment.

"So what if you understand spatial power? It's a pity you're just a second-tier early-stage Divine Suppressor. You're doomed today! Let's see how long your spatial power and Night Watchman's Mark can last."

The shaman was calculating in his heart that he could not delay any longer.

The commotion at the sacrificial site is too great; what if it attracts other powerful figures from the temple...?

He quickly made a decision, took out a small bone bottle from his pocket, uncorked it, and poured the black liquid inside into his mouth.

That was his life essence blood, refined using a secret method. After swallowing the essence blood, his aura began to surge.

The already overwhelming pressure continued to rise, faintly touching a higher level of barrier, and the surrounding air seemed to groan in pain because of this power.

Although it's only temporary, it's enough.

"You'd be willing to die for forcing me to use this move."

The shaman's voice was hoarse, and his eyes shone with a bright crimson light.

He raised his bone staff high and began chanting the ancient, forbidden incantation—

"Yellow Spring Extradition. Eternal Calamity Flame!"

Around the altar, eerie green flames soared into the sky, transforming into a rushing phantom of the underworld in the air. Countless vengeful spirits struggled and wailed within it, and finally all the pain and resentment converged into a dark, inky black flame that seemed capable of burning eternally.

"Once this flame is unleashed, the space within a radius of ten feet is completely distorted, all things are burned, and all living beings are wiped out."

Shen Zhen stared at the towering black flames, his expression extremely solemn.

He tried to make the skull and the blue lamp resonate. Although the mark reappeared, it was far less powerful than before and gradually dimmed after a while.

"Captain Shen!" Chen Xi called out from afar. She wanted to rush over, but the chilling pressure made it difficult for her to get close.

"Don't come any closer!" Shen Zhen said sternly. "Take care of yourself!"

Chen Xi ultimately didn't move. She knew that even if she went there now, she would only be a burden to Shen Zhen.

Shen Zhen took a deep breath, took out a pill from his pocket to return to his master, and put it in his mouth.

The pill dissolved, and its pure medicinal power replenished the depleted mental energy.

But it's just a drop in the ocean.

He knew he couldn't withstand that attack.

Even at their peak, they couldn't handle it.

Not to mention that his mental energy is almost exhausted and he is seriously injured.

Even if you manage to hold on until the very end, your mental energy will eventually be exhausted.

At that time, the shaman will only need to point a finger to take his life.

Am I really going to die here?

Shen Zhen felt a chilling despair spreading through her, but then, deep within that despair, something seemed to be touched.

Deep within his dantian, a faint, familiar aura stirred slightly at that moment.

He was not reconciled.

How could he die here when his mother's great revenge was not yet avenged and the truth was not yet revealed?

"Captain Shen!" Chen Xi's cries rang out. She desperately tried to rush into the area shrouded in the Netherflame, but was blasted back by an invisible force, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth.

Ye Zhi Qiu, Zhao Huai Jin, and the others had also returned at some point, and their expressions changed upon seeing this scene.

"Brother Shen!" Ye Zhi Qiu's eyes were bloodshot as he frantically threw everything he could at the shaman, only to have it easily consumed by the raging netherfire.

"Shen Zhen, block them! Try to block them!" Zhao Huaijin shouted, trying to use his body to stand between Shen Zhen and Ming Yan, but Ye Zhi Qiu pulled him back.

The towering flames of the underworld began to slowly descend, and the aura of death enveloped everyone.

At this critical moment—

A golden light descended from the sky.

The golden light, like a sword, cleaved through the ghostly flames, the darkness, and the aura of death.

A figure in a green robe appeared, stepping through the air with an elegant and graceful movement.

The man had a few silver strands mixed in with his black hair, and he had an imposing presence. The long sword in his hand gleamed with a cold, sharp light, and runes flowed across its surface. His body was surrounded by solid, golden mental energy.

The person who arrived was none other than Yi Tianxing.

He glanced at the shaman, then at Shen Zhen, and spoke calmly:

"Bullying the weak, have you no shame?" His gaze lingered on the green lamp for a moment, his brow furrowing slightly before returning to normal.

The moment the golden light cleaved through the Netherfire, the shaman groaned, staggering back ten steps, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. He looked up at Yi Tianxing, who was standing in the void, his eyes filled with extreme malice.

"This aura... the temple actually went to the western frontier to send someone of your caliber..."

Yi Tianxing landed on the ground, his longsword pointing diagonally, golden mental energy flowing around him like a small sun, dispelling most of the eerie atmosphere of the sacrificial site.

"Master..."

Shen Zhen's tense nerves suddenly relaxed, his legs went weak, and his body swayed. Chen Xi rushed over and supported his arm to prevent him from falling.