Summoning the Gods: Start by creating the Eternal Night.

After dealing with Xue Wutian's clone, Yan Guiren returned to the ground but did not immediately make a move.

He watched Qian Yuan and Xue Wutian engage in fierce combat, his brows furrowing slightly as he thought to himself:

"Xue Wutian absorbed Song Zongxiang's spiritual power and Qianxiao's dragon energy, making his aura even stronger."

Then he turned to the three, including Jingxinmo, and said:

"Mirror Heart Demon, you three retreat to a safe area!"

"Yes."

The three demons, including Jingxinmo, bowed and accepted the order, quickly retreating. They understood perfectly well what was going on.

Their presence here would only be a burden; only by staying away from the battlefield can the two masters act without restraint.

The appearance of Yan Guiren and Yan Shisan was like a thunderbolt striking the center of the battlefield.

Xue Wutian caught sight of the two, and a fierce glint flashed in his scarlet eyes.

The backlash from the destruction of his clone has not completely subsided, and his internal power has been somewhat depleted.

He had already experienced the strength of this Xuanjia kid, and if he really joined forces with Qian Yuan, he was afraid he would not fare well today.

Qian Yuan, as if seeing a savior, quickly spoke to Yan Guiren:

"Fellow Daoists, this fiend is a great demon who wreaked havoc on the world five thousand years ago."

"If we do not eliminate it today, it will surely become a great scourge in the future, and widespread suffering will be inevitable! I see that you two are also chivalrous men."

"We implore you two fellow Daoists to join forces with us to eliminate this scourge! Our Great Qian Dynasty will surely reward you handsomely afterward!"

Before Yan Guiren could speak, Xue Wutian cackled:

"Heh heh, kid, we have no deep-seated hatred for each other. It was just a misunderstanding before."

"If you leave with your companions now, we can pretend today's events never happened, and from now on we'll go our separate ways, how about that?"

He deliberately slowed down his offensive against Qian Yuan, clearly trying to entice Yan Guiren to remain neutral.

At the same time, his blood and energy surged throughout his body. He appeared calm, but in reality, he was secretly gathering strength, ready to deal with any unexpected events at any time.

Yan Guiren's lips curled into a cold smile, thinking to himself: "This Qian Yuanhao is shameless. Who the hell is a chivalrous person?"

Moreover, even if Qian Yuan didn't speak, he would still take action, since he had already formed a grudge with Xue Wutian, which meant it would be a fight to the death.

His gaze swept over Qian Yuan, a hint of calculation in his eyes: "Joining forces is possible."

Qian Yuan was overjoyed and was about to express his gratitude when Yan Guiren suddenly changed the subject: "Bring us twenty million low-grade spirit stones, and we will get involved in this matter."

"What?"

Qian Yuan's expression changed drastically, as if he had heard a fairy tale.

"Fellow Daoist, you are taking advantage of the chaos! It is everyone's responsibility to rid the people of evil! How can you chivalrous people care about material possessions?"

"Oh?" Yan Guiren raised an eyebrow, making a gesture to turn around. "Then forget it, do as you please."

"Fellow Daoist, please wait!"

Qian Yuan panicked upon seeing this. Xue Wutian's strength far exceeded his expectations. If he lost these two powerful allies, he might very well perish here today.

He gritted his teeth and said, "Fine! Twenty million it is!"

"I came in haste and did not bring it with me. I will present it to you with both hands upon my return to the capital! I mean no falsehood!"

"make a deal."

Yan Guiren then turned around. He was naturally not afraid that the other party would renege on their debt. If Yongye Tian wanted to cause trouble for an imperial dynasty, he had plenty of ways to do so.

Before he finished speaking, he shot into the battle like an arrow released from a bow, his halberd trembling, a burst of mysterious light flashing:

"Old monster, take this 'Swallow Piercing Clouds' move!"

The halberd transformed into a streak of black light, carrying a sharp whistling sound that tore through the clouds, piercing straight into the heart of Empress Xue Wutian.

Where the halberd tip passed, ripples were created in the air, and the faint silhouettes of swallows seemed to circle around it.

"act recklessly!"

Seeing that Yan Guiren was refusing to listen to reason and was now being forced to drink the penalty cup, Xue Wutian roared angrily, his right blood claw growing several feet longer, whistling through the air as it met the long halberd.

"Since you insist on courting death, I will grant your wish!"

"clang!"

The halberd tip collided with the blood claw, sparks flying, and a violent burst of energy spread outwards, cracking the ground.

Yan Guiren used the momentum to his advantage, and his halberd coiled around Xue Zhao like a serpent, employing the clever technique of "swallows go and swallows return" to try and deflect Xue Wutian's force.

Xue Wutian was not about to fall for it. With a flick of his wrist, the blood energy on his blood claws surged, and countless tiny blood spikes sprouted, spreading along the halberd and trying to corrode Yan Guiren's spiritual power.

"A trivial skill!"

Yan Guiren trembled his halberd, and a burst of spiritual light flashed on his black armor. A powerful force shattered the Blood Thorn.

At the same time, the halberd tip suddenly turned and stabbed straight at Xue Wutian's ribs.

He spun around to avoid the halberd, his palms flashing as crimson spiritual energy condensed into two rotating blood wheels: "Blood Fiend Reincarnation!"

The Blood Wheel, with its all-consuming power, spun towards Yan Guiren and Qian Yuan from both sides, leaving two scorched grooves in the ground wherever it passed.

Yan Guiren swung his halberd horizontally, unleashing the power of "Yan Fuhuan" (Swallow Returns). The halberd struck the Blood Wheel, forcefully deflecting the killing force back:

"Your moves are useless against me!"

On the other side, Qian Yuan was not so lucky. Xue Wutian's attack roared and crashed into Xue Wutian's chest.

"Ah...!" Qian Yuan screamed in agony as he flew backward and fell to the ground severely injured.

On the other side, Yan Shisan's figure flickered and he landed on the battlefield between Leng Ming and Zong Zheng.

"Hand this person over to me."

Zong Zhengzheng was being forced to defend himself by Leng Ming's insidious moves. Upon hearing this, he felt as if he had been granted a pardon and quickly withdrew.

"Thank you for your help, fellow Daoist!" After saying that, he turned around and joined the battle between Shadow and Luo Mie.

Leng Ming looked at Yan Shisan, who had suddenly appeared, and a trace of apprehension flashed in his eyes. He had been through several rounds of battles and his spiritual energy was severely depleted.

"Your opponent is me." Yan Shisan drew his longsword, its blue light flashing like a ribbon.

Although Leng Ming was wary, he had no choice but to fight back with all his might. His black aura surged, and he unleashed countless palm shadows with both hands.

"Master the Netherworld Lock!"

The palm shadows transformed into black chains, carrying a chilling aura as they coiled around Yan Shisan, attempting to trap him.

Yan Shisan's steps shifted, his figure weaving through the chains like a ghost, his longsword trembling slightly, emitting a clear, melodious sword cry:

"Eleven Deadly Swords - Startling Glance!"

A highly refined azure sword light shot out from the sky, as fast as lightning, instantly shattering all the chains, and thrusting towards Leng Ming's heart with undiminished momentum.

Leng Ming's pupils shrank sharply, and he quickly summoned a black shield to defend himself.

"Pfft!"

The sword light pierced through the shield, leaving a deep, bone-revealing wound on his chest.

The situation on the field was completely reversed by the addition of Yan Guiren and Yan Shisan.

Xue Wutian was suppressed by Yan Guiren and was in grave danger; Leng Ming was also seriously injured by Yan Shisan, and Luo Mie was besieged by Shadow and Zong Zheng and was also at his last gasp.

As Xue Wutian watched his situation deteriorate, a glint of madness flashed in his eyes, and a chilling killing intent emanated from his crimson gaze.

"I will remember this humiliation! When I regain my peak strength, I will grind you to dust!"

After saying that, his blood and energy surged, and he even burned part of his own essence, seemingly using some kind of forbidden technique.

"careful."

Yan Guiren's eyes sharpened as he warned the others, then he retreated rapidly!

However, Xue Wutian feinted, transforming into a streak of blood-red light and carrying Leng Ming and Luo Tian as they sped out of the city.

Unbeknownst to anyone, a faint wisp of blood energy quietly seeped into the ground and fled in an unknown direction.

"You're playing me?" Yan Guiren roared angrily and quickly chased after him, with Yan Shisan following closely behind.

Qian Yuan swallowed a pill and stood up. Then he spoke to Zong Zheng and Yingzi:

"Let's go, catch up with them, we can't let Xue Wutian escape."

"Yes," Zongzheng and the shadow replied.