Summoning the Gods: Start by creating the Eternal Night.

The battle in the Fallen Immortal Mountains has reached its most brutal moment.

The shadowy figure moved erratically in the shadows, like a ghost.

He spotted an opening in the shadow, and with a flash of eerie blue poison, his short blade silently pierced the shadow's back.

"Shadow Kill: Soul Severance".

By the time Shadow noticed, it was too late. He could only turn around hastily. Although the short blade did not reach his heart, it pierced deeply into his shoulder blade, and the deadly poison spread instantly.

"puff!"

The shadow coughed up a mouthful of black blood, staggered, and was struck in the chest by the shadowy figure, sending him flying backward like a kite with a broken string.

He crashed heavily into the rock wall, the sound of bones shattering clearly audible, and his breath instantly weakened; he was crippled.

"shadow!"

Zong Zhenggang was caught in the poison gas and reacted a beat too late. By the time he realized it, Shadow had already been seriously injured by Shadow.

Just then, on the other side, Luo Mie seized an opening and broke free from his entanglement with Qian Yuan.

With a sinister laugh, the bone blade, carrying a stench, flew straight towards Zongzheng's back:

"You old bastard, prepare to die!"

Zong Zheng had just blocked Youying's attack, but the old force hadn't dissipated, so he didn't have time to turn around and could only take the blow head-on.

The bone blade pierced his abdomen, drawing out a trail of blood.

"Ugh...!"

Zong Zheng let out a miserable cry and turned around to strike Luo Mie in the chest with a palm, but was also knocked away by the force of the blow and crashed heavily to the ground, barely breathing.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Youying split into two and moved downwards, stepping on Zongzheng's chest with one foot. Then, like dragging a dead dog, she lifted him up and moved towards Xue Wutian.

"Mongzheng"

Qian Yuan's eyes widened in fury, and he was about to rush to the rescue when Leng Ming's "Minghan Palm" was already imprinted on his back. The bone-chilling cold caused his spiritual energy to abruptly stop.

They could only watch helplessly as Youying grabbed Zongzheng and tossed him to Xue Wutian like a dead dog.

"Senior, fresh essence blood!"

Xue Wutian was being forced into a frenzy by Yan Guiren when, upon seeing this, a greedy glint flashed in his scarlet eyes.

He blocked Yan Guiren's attack, retreated to Youying's side, and snatched Zongzheng away.

"Hehehe... Fertilizer delivered right to my door."

Xue Wutian licked his lips, inserted his five fingers into Zong Zheng's chest, and frantically absorbed his essence and spiritual power.

Zongzheng's body withered at a visible speed, his breath ceased, and only endless resentment remained in his eyes.

Seeing this, Yan Guiren seized the moment when Xue Wutian was distracted while absorbing Zong Zheng's essence and blood, and his halberd suddenly burst forth with dazzling light.

"Swallows pierce through the clouds!"

The dark halberd shadow flashed like lightning, carrying an aura that seemed to tear everything apart, and slammed heavily into Youming's chest.

"puff--!"

Caught off guard, Youming was struck by a tremendous force; the bone sword flew from his hand, and he was sent flying backward like a kite with a broken string.

It crashed into the mountainside and slid to the ground, black blood gushing from its mouth, clearly indicating that it had suffered severe injuries.

"Die!"

Yan Guiren, having gained the upper hand, was relentless. He leaped down, his long halberd aimed straight at Youming's throat, intending to end his life.

"stop!"

Seeing this, Youying was greatly alarmed. She moved like lightning towards Yan Guiren, her short blade, sharpened with poison, aimed for his side.

"You dare to injure my Vice Sect Master? You're courting death!"

"Get out of my way!" Yan Guiren swung his halberd back, a flash of light, and the tip of the halberd precisely struck the short blade.

With a clang, Youying felt a tremendous force, and was thrown backward, sliding several feet on the ground, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.

He had just stood up when Yan Guiren lunged forward again, sweeping his halberd horizontally:

"The swallows have returned!"

Yan Guiren's voice was icy, and his halberd, accompanied by a whistling wind, forced Youying to retreat repeatedly.

Youying gritted his teeth, his figure flashed again, and his short blade turned into three afterimages, attacking his face, chest, and abdomen with extremely ruthless moves.

Yan Guiren neither dodged nor evaded; his halberd suddenly spun, unleashing the recoil force of "Yan Fu Huan."

The afterimage dissipated instantly, and the shadowy figure was instead shaken by its own force, causing its blood and qi to surge and it to stagger backward.

Before Youying could regain his footing, Yan Guiren swept his halberd across again, the blade carrying the power to shatter mountains and split rocks, and slammed heavily into Youying's chest.

"Snap—!"

The sound of breaking ribs was clearly audible. The shadowy figure was struck as if by a heavy hammer, sent flying backward, and crashed heavily to the ground.

"Cough cough, pfft!"

A large mouthful of black blood gushed from his mouth, and his breath was as faint as a candle flickering in the wind.

Yan Guiren stepped forward, raising his halberd high, ready to bring it down.

"No!" Youming suddenly roared, his eyes bloodshot.

Looking at the dying shadow on the ground, he cried out in a mournful voice, "Brother!"

It turns out that Youying is actually his own brother, born of the same mother!

Yan Guiren paused, then brought down his halberd. With a soft thud, the tip pierced Youying's heart, and the light in his eyes quickly dimmed before he fell silent.

"You dare kill my brother!"

With eyes wide with rage, Youming struggled to his feet, his demonic energy surging wildly as he burned his life essence to forcibly boost his combat power.

"I'll make you pay with your life!"

He acted like a madman, recklessly lunging at Yan Guiren. The demonic energy on his bone sword condensed into a gigantic ghost face, roaring as it bit down:

"Demon Soul Devours the Heart!"

Yan Guiren snorted coldly and charged forward with his halberd: "Hmph, you're courting death!"

At the same time, Xue Wutian had absorbed Qian Zongzheng's essence and blood, causing his aura to surge several times. His scarlet eyes locked onto Yan Guiren, and he pounced again:

"Boy, you've got to die!"

He struck out with both palms, and crimson spiritual energy transformed into a rain of blood, carrying a corrosive power as it enveloped Yan Guiren:

"Bloodlust fills the sky!"

Despite being attacked from both sides, Yan Guiren showed no fear, wielding his halberd like a wheel to block all the attacks from the blood rain and the Netherworld.

On the other side, Qian Yuan endured the excruciating pain in his back, watching the shadow that was about to be killed by Luo Mie, a resolute glint flashing in his eyes.

He withstood Leng Ming's palm strike, spitting out a mouthful of blood, but used the recoil to lunge at Luo Mie, his longsword sweeping horizontally:

"Get out of here!"

"clang!"

Luo Mie's bone blade was deflected, and Shadow took the opportunity to scramble to the side, saving his life. His eyes were filled with gratitude as he looked at Qian Yuan.

"You're courting death!" Leng Ming roared, his palm striking Qian Yuan's back again.

Meanwhile, on Yan Shisan's side, the battle had also reached a fever pitch.

He spotted an opening in Minghe's defenses, and his longsword suddenly accelerated:

"The Thirteen Deadly Swords - Mountain Severing!"

A flash of blue light appeared, and Minghe screamed as his left arm was severed at the shoulder, black blood gushing out.

"ah--!"

Minghe cried out in pain, clutching his severed arm and retreating, black blood gushing out incessantly.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Chi Yuan lashed out with her whip, but Yan Shisan dodged to the side and swept his longsword horizontally, the green light grazing Chi Yuan's cheek.

"Sizzle!"

A bloody gash appeared, and Chi Yuan's proud face was slashed open. She let out a piercing scream:

"Ah... my face! I'm going to kill you!"

The red whip lashed out at Yan Shisan like a madman, poisonous mist billowing around it, its attack several times more ruthless than before.

Yan Shisan's eyes narrowed, and the blue light of his longsword intensified, indicating his intention to finish the battle quickly.

Above the Fallen Immortal Mountains, demonic energy, blood energy, and spiritual power intertwined.

Qian Yuan protected Shadow, and they were in grave danger under the siege of Leng Ming and Luo Mie;

Yan Shisan fought alone against Chi Yuan and the one-armed Ming He, his sword flashing fiercely;

Yan Guiren was entangled by Xue Wutian and Youming, who was burning with his life essence, as the shadows of halberds flew...

The bone sword from the underworld, carrying an aura of destruction, pierced towards Yan Guiren's back, while Xue Wutian's blood claws reached for his head.

A fierce glint flashed in Yan Guiren's eyes. Instead of retreating, he advanced, channeling all his spiritual power. His halberd suddenly spun around, simultaneously meeting the two men's killing moves:

"The swallows have gone, but they've returned!"

Countless illusory swallows appeared on the halberd, carrying an aura of mutual destruction, and collided violently with Youming's bone sword and Xue Wutian's blood claws.

"boom--!"

After a deafening roar, Yan Guiren was thrown backward, a trickle of blood spilling from his mouth.

The bone sword of the Netherworld shattered inch by inch, and its body surface was shaken to pieces. It had already fainted and was unable to fight anymore.

Xue Wutian was also forced back by this domineering power, a deep wound that exposed bone appeared on his chest, his blood surging, and he knelt on the ground panting heavily.

"Cough cough..."

Yan Guiren stood up, leaning on his halberd, and looked at Xue Wutian and Youming, his eyes still burning with an indomitable fighting spirit.

"Who else?"

Xue Wutian clutched his chest, looking at the blood-covered, wolf-like Xuanjia cultivator before him, and for the first time felt a chill in his heart.

"This guy is a monster!"

He knew that if he continued fighting, even if he won, he would inevitably pay a heavy price.

In the distance, powerful auras were rapidly approaching...