Summoning the Gods: Start by creating the Eternal Night.

Just as Ghost Ancestor was about to make his move, a spatial rift suddenly appeared.

A detached voice suddenly echoed from the void, like the clash of metal and stone:

"The Ghost King Sect's tactics of bullying the weak with numbers and the powerful are simply too disgraceful!"

As the voice faded, a figure appeared silently in front of Li Wujiu.

The newcomer was dressed in a purple-gold imperial robe and wore an ice-carved mask.

He exuded an aura of supreme authority, and it was none other than Indra!

The Ghost King Sect's patriarch frowned slightly, sizing up Di Shitian.

Sensing the unfathomable aura emanating from the other person, alarm bells rang in his mind:

"Who are you? This matter is none of your concern. I advise you not to interfere in the feud between the Ghost King Sect and the City of Sin."

Ignoring him, Di Shitian walked straight to Li Wujiu's side.

With a flick of his finger, a stream of golden spiritual energy flowed into Li Wujiu's body.

A warm current instantly flowed through his limbs and bones, and his previously dissipated energy was stabilized somewhat.

"Fellow Daoist..."

A complex emotion flashed in Li Wujiu's eyes—gratitude, shame, and above all, resentment.

Before arriving, Li Wujiu had a feeling that something bad was going to happen, so he contacted Di Shitian in advance.

Di Shitian said calmly, "Heal your injuries first. Leave this to me."

He turned around, his gaze falling on the Ghost King Sect's patriarch, his tone calm and unwavering:

"This City of Sin is a place that my Underworld has set its sights on. Your Ghost King Sect is not worthy to lay a finger on it."

"Furthermore, Li Wujiu is already a member of my Underworld. If you wish to harm him, you must first obtain my permission!"

"The Underworld?"

The old patriarch frowned; he had never heard of this force before.

"Fellow Daoist, do you really intend to get involved in this matter?"

"If you're willing to give me face, how about we become friends of my Ghost King Sect from now on?"

Indra's lips curled slightly, revealing a cold smile:

"You're not worthy of my respect! Enough talk, let's fight!"

The patriarch was furious that Indra dared to disregard him like this:

"You're courting death! I'd like to see what makes you think you can meddle in my business!"

"A Hundred Ghosts Devour Souls!"

With a fierce shout from the Ghost Ancestor, a ghostly figure with its giant mouth wide open appeared in the sky.

Countless vengeful spirits and malevolent ghosts surged forth from it, accompanied by piercing screams, and rushed towards Indra.

Wherever it passed, vegetation withered, rocks crumbled, and even space itself rippled with distortion.

"Sacred Heart Mantra - Purification!"

Indra slowly raised his right hand, and a golden rune appeared in his palm.

As the runes lit up, a holy golden light spread out like a tide.

The moment those vengeful spirits touched the golden light, they let out mournful screams and vanished into nothingness like melting ice and snow.

In a short while, the countless ghostly creatures vanished without a trace.

Only that lone ghostly figure remained, trembling in the golden light.

"What...what kind of technique is this?"

The Ghost King Sect patriarch's pupils shrank, and for the first time, fear appeared on his face.

The "Hundred Ghosts Devouring Souls" technique he cultivated was the Ghost King Sect's most treasured martial art.

I have never encountered a technique that so effectively suppresses evil forces!

Indra took a step forward, and his figure instantly appeared in front of the ghostly figure.

With his right hand clenched into a fist, golden spiritual energy gathered into a dazzling fist-shaped beam of light:

"Sacred Heart Mantra - Dispelling Illusion!"

The fist's energy pierced through the ghostly figure, tearing it apart as easily as slicing tofu.

The Ghost King Sect patriarch groaned, black blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, clearly suffering a backlash.

"Impossible! I don't believe it!"

The patriarch appeared to be insane, his hands forming a hand seal, and his ghostly aura coalesced into a jet-black bone sword.

"Netherworld Bone Sword - Burying Heaven!"

The bone sword, carrying an aura of annihilation, slashed towards Emperor Shitian.

Wherever the sword wind passed, space shattered inch by inch, forming a pitch-black crack.

Indra's eyes narrowed slightly, not daring to be careless.

This sword strike has reached the limit of the late-stage Earth Immortal realm, and its power should not be underestimated.

"Ascend to immortality with unrestrained grace!"

With a light touch of his toes, his figure instantly transformed into a blur, flickering in the void like a ghost.

The bone sword, carrying an aura of destruction, slashed down, but only struck an afterimage.

It landed on a distant mountain peak, instantly splitting the entire peak in two, sending rocks flying and dust billowing everywhere.

"Whoosh!"

Using the momentum, Indra spun around, forming hand seals, and the surrounding cold air suddenly condensed.

"A towering peak piercing the clouds!"

Countless ice crystals materialized out of thin air, transforming into thousands of sharp ice blades that shot straight into the sky.

Then, like a torrential rain, it turned back, accompanied by the sound of air being torn apart, and rushed towards Gui Xuan.

Where the ice blade passed, the air seemed to freeze, emitting a "sizzling" sound.

Each ice blade gleamed with a chilling light, containing a fierce offensive power.

"Phantom Shield Strike!"

Gui Xuan's expression changed drastically, and he hurriedly activated his ghostly energy, condensing it into a thick black shield.

The shield was covered with twisted ghostly patterns, exuding a dense aura of death, attempting to block the torrent of ice blades.

"Jingle bells—"

The ice blade collided with the shield, producing a piercing, crisp sound.

At first, the Netherworld Shield could barely hold on, but as the ice blades continued to strike,

The ghostly patterns on the shield quickly faded, and cracks spread like a spider web.

"Snap!"

In a short while, the Netherworld Shield shattered.

The remaining ice blades shot towards Gui Xuan without any hindrance.

In an instant, several deep, bone-revealing wounds were left on his body.

Black blood gushed out, emitting a foul stench.

"How is this possible?"

Gui Xuan's face was deathly pale, his eyes filled with disbelief.

He could clearly sense that the other party was also at the late stage of the Land Immortal realm.

But the purity and domineering nature of this power far surpasses his!

Indra looked at him, his tone calm, yet laced with biting sarcasm:

"You're too weak!"

These four words struck Gui Xuan's heart like a heavy hammer, but this time, Gui Xuan did not fly into a rage.

He knew that continuing the fight would only lead to his death, and a ruthless glint flashed in his eyes.

He gritted his teeth and took out a talisman that shimmered with spatial fluctuations.

This was his trump card for escaping, a teleportation talisman that could only be used once.

"withdraw!"

With a wave of his hand, he forcibly pulled the Ghost King Sect's First Elder and Second Elder, who were not far away, to his side, and then crushed the talisman.

The three figures were instantly swallowed by the spatial rift and disappeared from the spot.

Indra gazed at the empty sky and did not pursue.

This teleportation spell can travel tens of thousands of miles, making it impossible to catch up in a short time.

A cold, stern smile curved his lips.

"You can run away, but you can't hide. Ghost King Sect, you'll become the stepping stones for my fame in the Underworld!"

Yi Shangtian, who was left behind, saw Gui Xuan and the others abandon him and flee.

He panicked instantly, his face turned deathly pale, and his voice trembled:

"Why...why didn't you take me with you...?"

He knew he would die if he didn't leave, so he turned and ran.

The remaining black-clad men from the Ghost King Sect also scattered and fled.

"Trying to leave?"

Indra sneered and waved his right hand lightly.

Golden spiritual energy transformed into sharp blades, instantly slicing through the men in black.

The screams stopped abruptly, and everyone turned to ashes.

Immediately, he made a slight inhalation with his palm, and Yi Shangqi, who was running wildly, was as if pulled by an invisible thread.

It flew back uncontrollably and crashed heavily in front of Indra.

Yi Shangtai was so frightened that he almost jumped out of his skin. He immediately knelt down and kowtowed, his voice both obsequious and terrified:

"My lord, spare my life! It's all a misunderstanding! The Ghost King Sect forced me! I had no choice!"

"Please, sir, have mercy on me and spare my life!"

Di Shitian didn't look at him, but instead spoke to Li Wujiu, who was stabilizing his injuries:

"He's letting you play with him."

Thank you!

Li Wujiu struggled to his feet and walked step by step to Yi Shangqi.

His gaze was icy cold, devoid of any warmth, as if he were looking at an inanimate object.

"Not in control of your own destiny? You betrayed Sin City and harmed the Second and Third Elders, was that also not in control of your own destiny?"

Yi Shangtai tried to argue, but Li Wujiu suddenly kicked him in the chin.

"Click"

With a sharp crack, his jaw was shattered, leaving only a strange, gurgling sound.

Li Wujiu took out a short knife from his bosom. It was the "offering knife" that he had personally given to Yi Shangyi years ago, symbolizing the glory of Sin City.

At this moment, he was going to use this knife to torture him properly.

"I told you, if you dare to betray me, I will make you wish you were dead."

Li Wujiu's eyes were fierce as he plunged his short sword into Yi Shangqi's limbs one stab after another.

Pfft, pfft, pfft

They avoided the vital points but inflicted extreme pain upon him.

"Ahhhhh—"

Yi Shangtai convulsed in pain, his eyes filled with fear and resentment.

Knowing that he would eventually die, he used his last remaining strength to let out a hoarse laugh, as if cursing Li Wujiu.

Seeing that Li Wujiu had fully vented his hatred, Indra saw that...

Remembering the task Ye Junlin had given him—to subdue or kill a cultivator at the Celestial Realm or above—

With a flick of his finger, a golden spiritual energy shot into Yi Shangqi's heart.

Yi Shangtai's laughter stopped abruptly, a hint of relief flashed in his eyes, and then he fell silent completely.

Li Wujiu stared at Yi Shangqi's corpse and let out a long breath.

There was no thrill of revenge in his eyes, only endless exhaustion and heartache.