Summoning the Gods: Start by creating the Eternal Night.

"happy!"

Wu Wudi grew stronger with each battle, and an invisible sword of energy materialized in his hand, pointing towards the heavens.

"The sword draws from the heavens!"

The sword energy cleaved through the sky, carrying an aura of creation and destruction.

It instantly pierced through the layers of defense of "Ten Thousand Ghosts Devouring Souls" and went straight for the Ghost Demon's brow.

Ghostly Fiend's expression changed drastically, and he instinctively dodged to the side.

The sword of energy grazed his shoulder, sending a trail of blood flying.

A deep, bone-revealing wound suddenly appeared on his shoulder.

"Interesting! You actually managed to hurt me?"

Ghostly Fiend clutched his shoulder, a flicker of disbelief in his eyes quickly replaced by a deeper madness.

"However... you've completely enraged me!"

He suddenly ripped open his shirt, revealing countless blood-red runes underneath.

The runes suddenly lit up, unleashing a terrifying aura several times stronger than before.

The surrounding space was distorted by this aura:

"Ghostly Flames Burn the Sky!"

Black ghostly flames shot into the sky, condensing into a massive tornado.

With the power to incinerate everything, it swept towards Wu Wudi.

Wherever it passed, the void turned black and spiritual energy burned.

"Good timing!"

Wu Wudi advanced instead of retreating, his eyes blazing with fighting spirit.

"Kill all in all directions!"

The ten martial arts phantoms that appeared around him all surged forward in a coordinated attack.

The golden torrent collided with the black ghost flames, unleashing a deafening roar.

"boom--!"

The golden phantom of martial arts collided with the ghostly flame tornado, producing a deafening roar.

A terrifying energy shockwave spread outwards.

Both Wu Wudi and Gui Sha were thrown backward by the immense force, spitting out a mouthful of blood at the same time.

"puff--!"

Wu Wudi wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, threw his head back and laughed, his eyes burning with fighting spirit:

"Hahaha!"

"happy!"

"This is what battle is all about!"

"You're much stronger than that sixth brother, Indra!"

Hearing this from a distance, Indra stopped himself from going to help.

Having made up my mind:

"Once the Ghost King Sect matter is resolved, I'll have a proper fight with this martial arts madman!"

"Judging from this, he probably doesn't want me to get involved in his fight. Let him suffer a bit first!"

Ghostly Fiend staggered to his feet, his eyes bloodshot, but a crazed smile appeared on his face:

"Hehehe! You're quite something. In all these years, you're the first one who could hurt me this badly!"

"Today, it's either you die, or I perish!"

He formed a mudra with his hands and chanted incantations.

Blood energy, demonic energy, and ghostly energy converged wildly throughout his body.

It condensed into a huge black and red sphere of light above their heads.

An aura of destruction emanated from the surface of the sphere of light, as if it could devour everything:

"The Demon God Will Destroy the World!"

Wu Wudi felt unprecedented pressure. He took a deep breath, and a resolute glint flashed in his eyes:

"In that case, let's end it here!"

The ten martial arts phantoms behind him—knife, spear, sword, halberd, staff, fist, palm, leg, claw, and finger—instantly merged.

It transformed into a towering golden giant.

The giant wielded a massive blade infused with the essence of ten martial arts, slashing towards the black and red orb of light.

"All ten directions will be annihilated!"

The golden blade of light, containing the power to destroy everything, collided with the black and red sphere of light at that moment.

The entire Ghost King Sect seemed to have been put on pause.

The next moment, a deafening explosion rang out!

"boom!"

The blinding light engulfed everything, and the shockwave transformed into a visible circular shockwave.

It spread in all directions...

"not good!"

Indra saw the domain of the demon shatter instantly, and the shockwave spread rapidly.

He suddenly lunged forward, instantly pulling the surrendered minister, his elder sister, the Marquis, the drought demon, and Jiang Yuyan to his side.

At the same time, a powerful spiritual energy shield rose from the ground, firmly protecting the group.

The shockwave swept in all directions, and the entire Ghost King Sect was instantly razed to the ground!

Before the remaining Ghost King Sect cultivators could react, they were instantly vaporized by the shockwave, leaving not a trace behind.

On the other side, Yin Zhong, who was fighting Gui Xuan, immediately abandoned his attack and set up a blue protective shield to defend himself.

Gui Xuan reacted a little too slowly and was violently swept away by the shockwave.

"puff!"

He spat out a mouthful of blood in mid-air.

Looking down at the sect reduced to scorched earth, he let out a desperate roar:

"My Ghost King Sect's millennia-old foundation... destroyed just like that... I'm not reconciled!"

On the other side, Li Wujiu and Gui Tu were also blown away by the shockwave and crashed into a distant valley.

Gui Tu was already severely injured by Li Wujiu, and now, after being hit by another energy attack, he was on the verge of death, barely clinging to life.

Li Wujiu was also in bad shape; his internal organs had shifted, and blood kept spilling from the corner of his mouth.

Li Wujiu seized the opportunity, walked to Gui Tu's side, and thrust his long sword straight into Gui Tu's chest:

"Prepare to die!"

"Pfft!"

Ghost Butcher looked down at the long sword in front of his chest, his eyes filled with resentment and bitterness.

"I curse...you...all of you...may you die a horrible death..."

Li Wujiu drew his long sword, panting heavily, but his face showed a look of vengeful pleasure.

"Ha, if curses were effective, what would be the point of cultivation!"

"As for you, repent well on your journey to the underworld!"

Ghost Butcher's body slowly went limp, and his breath ceased completely.

....

As the energy shockwave and intense light gradually dissipated, a scene of utter devastation was revealed in the center of the battlefield.

On the battlefield between Wu Wudi and Gui Sha, the two figures had disappeared.

Earlier, Gui Sha was hit head-on by Wu Wudi's "Ten Directions Annihilation".

His body flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily onto the back mountain.

It smashed the barrier he had set up, creating a huge crater in the mountainside, and blood stained the rubble at the bottom of the crater.

Wu Wudi was also blasted away, seriously injured, with blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.

He slowly rose from the other side, gritted his teeth, and flew to the edge of the ravine behind the mountain.

The golden light around him gradually faded, and looking at the weakened ghost in the pit, he said calmly:

"You're very strong, but you've met your match."

In the deep pit, the ghost struggled to climb out.

But he found that the demonic energy, blood energy, and ghost energy in his body had completely dissipated, and he didn't even have the strength to lift a finger.

He gazed at the solitary tombstone not far away, a hint of relief flashing in his eyes. He closed his eyes and murmured:

"Junior sister... I've come to keep you company..."

Wu Wudi said nothing more, raised his hand and waved, sending out a palm strike.

"puff!"

The Ghost Demon, a peerless terrestrial immortal, has fallen.

Having dealt with the evil spirit, Wu Wudi took a deep breath.

My tense body finally relaxed, and a strong feeling of dizziness washed over me.

He staggered for a moment, then forced himself to steady himself.

This battle almost exhausted all his strength.

Not far away, Di Shitian removed his spiritual energy shield and flew over with the five surrendered ministers.

Di Shitian stepped forward, took out a healing pill from his storage ring, and handed it to Wu Wudi:

"You're really tough! This didn't kill you!"

"Here, take it!"

Upon hearing this, Wu Wudi smiled faintly.

Even if you die, I will live a good life.

Without refusing, he accepted the pill and swallowed it; the pill melted instantly in his mouth.

A gentle medicinal power slowly flowed through his body, restoring some of his strength.

On the other side,

Yin Zhong slowly walked up to Gui Xuan.

Looking at this dying, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, the Supreme Elder of the Ghost King Sect...

"You're the only one left. Let me see you off."

Gui Xuan slowly raised his head, his face covered in blood.

A strange glint flashed in his eyes, and as he coughed up blood, he suddenly let out a hoarse laugh:

"You...you think you've won?"

"Hahaha... How naive... You're about to have a rough time..."

His words made Yin Zhong's heart sink.

The Ghost King Sect has been destroyed, and Ghost Fiend and Ghost Butcher are both dead. Could there be another trick up their sleeve?

Yin Zhong raised an eyebrow and said coldly:

"Even when death is imminent, you still dare to play tricks?"

As he spoke, he struck Gui Xuan in the chest with his palm.

"puff--"

Gui Xuan was sent flying by the force of the palm strike, crashing into a broken stone pillar.

But he struggled to stand up from the ground.

He let out a maniacal laugh, a laugh filled with intense resentment:

"Hahaha……"

"Just you wait!"

"It won't be long... you men of the underworld will all come down to join us!"

Yin Zhong's heart skipped a beat. He stepped forward, grabbed the man's neck, and his eyes were sharp as knives.

"Speak! What did you mean by what you just said?"

"Are there other forces colluding with you?"

The voice has not fallen,

Yin Zhong suddenly noticed that Gui Xuan's body was expanding violently.

His spiritual energy was surging wildly—he actually wanted to self-destruct!

"Trying to self-destruct?"

"Since you won't talk, then die!"

Yin Zhong's eyes turned cold, and his spiritual power surged wildly into Gui Xuan's body. He suddenly exerted force on his wrist.

"Snap!"

A crisp sound of bones cracking rang out, and the madness and resentment in Gui Xuan's eyes froze.

His body went limp and he collapsed, lifeless and devoid of any breath.

Yin Zhongsong released his grip, looking at Gui Xuan's corpse with a furrowed brow.

Gui Xuan's last words didn't seem to come out of nowhere.

Could it be that the Ghost King Sect might actually be involved with other forces?

Or perhaps... their destruction will attract the attention of someone.

……