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The sky above Jiepai Pass was completely transformed into a purgatory composed of lightning and screams.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Explosions echoed one after another, incessantly.

Those disciples of the Intercepting Sect, who had just been fully revived, had now transformed into the most frenzied suicide squad. Their life motto seemed to have been reduced to just one word—bomb!

They didn't even use any magic weapons or supernatural powers; they just single-mindedly rushed to the nearest Golden Immortal of the Chan Sect as fast as they could, and then, with bright smiles on their faces, detonated the dozen or so Heaven-Shattering Divine Thunderbolts at their waists.

The Twelve Golden Immortals of the Chan Sect had never seen such a spectacle before.

Their daily battles were about magical powers and supernatural abilities, comparing the strength of their magical treasures, and maintaining decorum among the disciples of a sage.

But now, these madmen from the Jie Sect don't care about any decorum at all!

They're a bunch of mobile human bombs!

"Ah—! My Eight Trigrams Purple Ribbon Immortal Robe!"

Master Taiyi let out a piercing scream. His prized, top-grade defensive Daoist robe was instantly blasted into countless tattered strips by the three Jie Sect disciples' unreasonable face-to-face self-destruction. His once-groomed, shiny bald head was now blackened with soot and wisps of smoke, making him look exactly like a roasted sweet potato just pulled from the stove.

"Senior brother, save me!"

Ju Liusun was in an even more miserable state. He had been stripped naked by Lin Xuan's children once before, leaving him with immense psychological trauma. At this moment, he was surrounded by five disciples of the Jie Sect, forced to watch helplessly as they grinned maliciously and detonated the divine lightning on their bodies.

"Boom—!"

After a loud bang, Ju Liusun's already weak body exploded into a cloud of blood mist, like a watermelon hit by a heavy hammer, leaving not even a single intact bone behind.

"Junior brother!"

Guang Chengzi's eyes were bloodshot with rage. He wanted to go to the rescue, but he himself was also tightly entangled by seven or eight disciples of the Jie Sect and could not break free at all.

These disciples of the Jie Sect were like a swarm of unkillable cockroaches. One wave would be killed, and three seconds later, another wave would rush out of the spatial rift, each one more spirited and more eager to fight than before!

despair!

Endless despair enveloped the hearts of every Golden Immortal of the Chan Sect.

Their pride in their cultivation and their treasured magical artifacts appeared so fragile and laughable in the face of such a costless and inhumane saturation bombardment.

Ju Liusun's physical body was destroyed, and a phantom spirit fled in panic from the blood mist, its face filled with extreme terror.

He wanted to escape; if he could truly regain his senses, he would have another chance!

However, at the very moment his true spirit left his body.

A pitch-black figure, seemingly capable of devouring all light, appeared silently and stealthily on the path his true spirit was destined to take as it fled.

The man wore a large black cloak that could shield him from all celestial detection, a hideous demon mask on his face, and held a tattered, unremarkable cloth scroll in his hand.

It was Kinnara, who had been working as a "scavenger" on the edge of the battlefield under Lin Xuan's secret orders, who is now the Demon Lord Wutian!

"Heh heh, trying to run away? Did you ask my master first?"

Wutian let out a hoarse and sinister laugh, and suddenly unfolded the [Pseudo-Investiture of the Gods] in his hand!

An extremely domineering and terrifying suction force, specifically targeting true spirits, instantly erupted from that tattered roll of cloth!

Ju Liusun's true spirit couldn't even put up the slightest resistance. Like iron filings attracted by a magnet, it was forcibly sucked into that chaotic list space with a "whoosh"!

Immediately afterward, on the other side, the true spirit of Taiyi Zhenren, whose physical body had just been blown to pieces, followed in the footsteps of Ju Liusun and was collected by Wutian in the same way with great skill.

After doing all this, Wutian glanced at the battlefield in the distance, which had become a complete mess, and then at the four saints in the sky who were trembling with anger but had no time to spare because they were busy resisting the aftershocks of the explosion. A cruel smile appeared on his lips, and with a flash, he silently disappeared into the shadows of the void once again.

Hidden strength and name.

Meanwhile, aboard the starship, the system's notification sounded again in Lin Xuan's mind.

[Ding! Congratulations, host! Your subordinate "Wu Tian" has successfully achieved his KPI!]

[Pseudo-Investiture of the Gods Collection Progress Update: Ju Liusun (a Golden Immortal of the Chan Sect, captured), Taiyi Zhenren (a Golden Immortal of the Chan Sect, captured)!]

[We're one step closer to our goal of filling the Investiture of the Gods list and supplying the Heavenly Court with high-quality labor!]

Lin Xuan picked up the juice and nodded in satisfaction.

"Hmm, Wutian's business skills are pretty good. I'll have to give him a bonus later."