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After entering the city, Ye Hong quickly found a suitable temporary residence.

After activating the simple isolation array that came with the room, Ye Hong's appearance fluctuated and instantly returned to Ye Hongli's original appearance—except for the black outfit and the short hair tied up, his appearance and figure were no different from his original self.

She was originally an alternate version of Ye Hongli.

As for why the clone was transformed into a young boy?

It was simply to make the identity seem more reasonable.

She prepared five different identities, some male and some female, with varying ages and appearances, so that they would not attract unnecessary attention due to their singular characteristics.

This worry may be somewhat unnecessary, but the cautious habits she developed over the years of walking on the edge of danger have long been ingrained in Ye Hongli's bones.

Then, the avatar took out several magical treasures from the storage ring.

A long sword with an ancient design, a thick-backed nine-ringed sword with nine copper rings on the back, a black spear, a gourd with a pale golden luster, and a jade pipa with exquisite carving.

These are all ordinary magical artifacts at the level of laws, derived from the legacies of the hundred or so traitors she devoured.

It's barely enough for a clone at the peak of the Celestial Immortal realm.

She would naturally not entrust her natal magic weapon, which was intertwined with her life, to her clone, so she prepared several spares so that she could replace them at any time if they were damaged.

After some deliberation, this avatar decided to use the nine-ringed sword as its primary weapon, the spear as a secondary weapon for auxiliary or mid-range throwing, and the rest as spares.

Having finalized the setup, he transformed back into Ye Hong's youthful form, pushed open the door, and headed straight for the battlefield outside the city.

Meanwhile, in the wilderness towards Lingye City.

The gray-robed youth, transformed from another Golden Immortal-level clone of Ye Hongli, was fleeing in a sorry state along with the black-robed elder with the severed arm.

Behind them, hundreds of Celestial-level Chaos Beasts, temporarily controlled by them using secret techniques and used as cannon fodder, roared and pounced on the pursuers, barely slowing down their pace with their bodies.

The old man in black robes coughed up blood tinged with black smoke, his face still showing shock, his voice hoarse: "Damn it! That brat from the divine race... how could his strength be so terrifying?!"

Although the bleeding from his severed arm had stopped, he was weak and looked miserable.

"That last white flame he unleashed...it was terrifying."

Ye Hongli, in her transformed gray-robed youth persona, also displayed a lingering fear on her face, her performance flawless.

Their mission was for one of them to try to hold off Shen Yan, who was guarding the core, while the other would seize the opportunity to destroy the giant formation that covered the entire Lingye City battlefield.

Logically speaking, they would have no chance of winning against a true Golden Immortal on their own, but by controlling a large number of Chaos Beasts to fight together, it should not have been difficult to delay them for a period of time.

To ensure everything went perfectly, they even patiently waited until a Golden Immortal-level Chaos Beast was born from the black hole before making their move.

However, the plan suffered a devastating blow at its very first step.

When the black-robed elder was controlling the Golden Immortal-level Chaos Beast and thousands of Heavenly Immortal-level cannon fodder, trying to entangle Shen Yan and create an opportunity for the gray-robed youth to destroy the formation, Shen Yan simply raised his hand.

A domineering, intensely blazing white flame swept out.

In an instant, the Golden Immortal Chaos Beast and thousands of Celestial Immortal cannon fodder vanished into nothingness like ice and snow under the blazing sun, without even uttering a scream.

The old man in black robes was only hit on the arm by a tiny spark, but the flames spread wildly like a malignant sore, forcing him to make a decisive decision and cut off his own arm to save his life.

The battle ended too quickly, so quickly that the gray-robed youth didn't have time to tamper with the formation. He could only reunite with the black-robed elder and flee for his life.

In reality, even if the old man in black robes could hold off Shen Yan, Ye Hongli would never allow her plan to destroy the formation to succeed.

But her performance at this moment must perfectly fit the identity of a failed mission.

"Upon returning, we must immediately report to His Holiness the Bishop." The old man in black robes looked ashen, his tone grave. "There was a major oversight in this intelligence report! The power of that white flame was completely beyond our knowledge!"

"I understand," the gray-robed youth replied in a deep voice, his expression helpless.

For a traitorous organization, failure in a regular mission is not unacceptable.

But this time is different—this is an order personally issued by the Holy Lord.

Their real target was not Lingye City, but the neighboring Yongye City, which was guarded by the demon race's quasi-saint, the Nine-Tailed Celestial Fox.

The original plan was to destroy the Lingye City's grand formation and take advantage of its weakened defenses to carry out a large-scale massacre.

Even if the defending troops can respawn at the respawn point, it will still take a day.

At that time, Eternal Night City will inevitably be forced to divert its forces to provide relief, creating a defensive vacuum. If they are lucky, it might even trigger the Nine-Tailed Celestial Fox to temporarily leave the main battlefield of Eternal Night City.

If Eternal Night City becomes short of troops, the lurking traitors will swarm out, launch a full-scale attack on Eternal Night City, break its battlefield seal, and release the quasi-saint level chaos beasts that have been suppressed within...

This is the complete series of deadly traps.

However, this carefully planned first step failed to achieve its intended goal.

Without a sufficiently convincing reason, the two of them would likely face severe punishment for their incompetence if they returned.

Several days later, the two finally escaped to a deserted valley, where the traces of their pursuers had long since disappeared.

The old man in black robes finally breathed a sigh of relief, staggered to the ground, and sat down cross-legged.

"Protect me for a moment, I must stabilize my injuries and reattach my severed arm as soon as possible," the black-robed elder said to the gray-robed youth, panting heavily.

"Don't worry, leave it to me." The gray-robed youth nodded, holding his knife and standing to the side, seemingly vigilantly surveying his surroundings.

Time passed second by second.

About ten minutes later, a thick, grayish-black chaotic aura began to emerge from the severed arm of the old man in black robes. The flesh and blood slowly wriggled and grew like a living thing, and a new arm was slowly taking shape.

Clearly, he had devoted all his attention to healing.

Right now.

puff!

A very faint muffled thud.

The gray-robed youth's arm, like the sharpest blade, pierced the black-robed old man's head without warning and with effortless ease.

When he retracted his arm, he held in his palm a ball of the black-robed old man's soul, which was tightly bound and sealed by countless silver threads.

The ball of light from the divine soul trembled violently, revealing endless terror and disbelief.

Ye Hongli didn't even glance at it. She condensed a strange and complex black talisman at her fingertips and directly injected it into the soul—the Demonic Slave Seal.

The old man's struggle with his soul ceased instantly, and the light dimmed and became tamed.

She reintroduced the soul, which had already been imprinted with the mark of slavery, into the sea of ​​consciousness within the black-robed old man's body.

The body trembled slightly, and a faint light returned to its empty eyes, but deep within them only absolute obedience remained.

"Using clones to do things is such a hassle," Ye Hongli's avatar muttered to herself, pursing her lips.

If the original body is here, why go through all this trouble?

It can directly devour and replace, and even perfectly simulate the aura of the soul, without any flaws.

Unfortunately, this is only a Golden Immortal-level clone, and without the assistance of the Dharma Source Stele Spirit, many of its techniques are not only laborious to use, but also have more flaws, so it must be extra careful.

She controlled the enslaved old man in black robes to continue healing his wounds, while she waited quietly by his side.

About two hours later, the old man in black robes had fully grown his new arm, and his breathing had become much more stable.

"Let's go back," Ye Hongli coldly ordered.

"Yes." The old man in black robes responded blankly and stood up.

Before setting off, Ye Hongli deliberately manipulated the old man to leave a trace of extremely faint, yet incredibly pure, white flame aura at the wound where the severed arm was regenerating.

This will be the most powerful and irrefutable evidence of their mission's failure.