Summoning the Gods: Start by creating the Eternal Night.

Deep within the Demon Alliance, in a mysterious crimson space...

In a pool of blood, on three stone pillars engraved with runes,

Blood Demon Ancestor, Blood Wutian, and Demon Tianchou sensed the shattering of the communication jade slip and opened their eyes simultaneously.

"Master, it's a message from Hua Wuxin!" Mo Tianchou said in a deep voice.

A red light flashed in the Blood Demon Ancestor's eyes as he sensed the outside world:

"Two unfamiliar late-stage terrestrial immortals have barged in, and Hua Wuxin can't handle them."

"Tianchou, go and see what's going on."

"Your martial uncle and I are at a crucial moment; we cannot be interrupted. Otherwise, all our efforts will be in vain!"

"Yes!" Mo Tianchou responded, and his figure instantly disappeared into the space.

.....

Above the Demon Alliance's mountain gate, Hua Wuxin's posture inexplicably became a bit stiffer after crushing the communication jade slip.

He stared at Wu Wudi, who was closing in on him, and a sinister smile crept across his face:

"Since you two insist on causing trouble, then stay at my Demon Alliance and make yourselves 'guests'!"

Wu Wudi was too lazy to waste words with him, and clenched his right fist.

"The Ten Strongest Martial Arts - Fist!"

A fist imprint over ten feet in size instantly materialized out of thin air.

With the force to shatter mountains and split rocks, it hurtled towards Hua Wuxin!

"Hmph! Do you really think I, Hua Wuxin, am made of clay?"

Hua Wuxin roared and took out a folding fan from his waist. With a "whoosh," the fan ribs emitted a faint light as he poured in spiritual energy.

"Romantic tales!"

With a low shout, he waved his folding fan, and four distinct blade shadows slashed out in succession.

The wind blades are invisible, swirling with the howling air currents.

The blades are dazzling, yet they conceal a chilling sharpness.

The snow blades were cold and sharp, carrying an aura of icy confinement.

The crescent-shaped blade was perfectly round, carrying a heavy force.

Four blade shadows intertwined to form a net, meeting Wu Wudi's fist imprint.

"Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!"

The four blade shadows collided with the fist imprint, producing a deafening roar.

However, Hua Wuxin was ultimately unable to completely block the fist strike. He quickly raised his folding fan to defend himself.

He felt an immense force coming from the folding fan, and his hand instantly split open, bleeding profusely. The folding fan almost flew out of his hand.

He staggered back several steps, his blood surging, and a tightness in his chest.

"Ha, is that all you've got? You dare call yourself the Demon Lord?"

Wu Wudi sneered and pressed forward again without stopping.

"you…."

Hua Wuxin was both angry and anxious, and for a moment she couldn't speak.

at the same time!

On the other side, Yin Zhong swayed and bypassed the two who were locked in combat, flying straight towards the east side hall.

"Stop him!" the elder shouted urgently upon seeing the situation.

The surrounding elders of the Demon Alliance unleashed their magical treasures, and the flashes of swords and the spiritual light of talismans surged toward Yin Zhong.

Yin Zhong's eyes were indifferent, as if he hadn't seen the attacks.

With a casual wave of his hand, an invisible wave of energy erupted.

Those magical artifacts and spiritual energy collided with the shockwave, like mud oxen entering the sea, and were instantly sent flying backward.

"Ah~"

The elders screamed and flew backward, spitting blood, and were unable to get up for a while.

Yin Zhong did not slow down and arrived outside the side hall in an instant. Without even looking at the tightly closed hall door, he struck out with his palm.

"boom!"

The heavy palace doors shattered with a crash, sending splinters flying.

Inside the hall, Jiang Yuyan was struggling to get up. Hearing the noise, she looked up.

When she saw the familiar figure at the door, her eyes instantly welled up with tears.

"Ghost... Lord Ghost Emperor..."

Her voice choked with sobs, and her heart, which had been hanging in suspense for so long, finally settled down.

Yin Zhong strode forward, flicked his finger, and released the restraints on Jiang Yuyan's body.

He then took out a Soul-Returning Pill from his storage ring and handed it over:

"Take this medicine and stabilize your injuries first."

"Thank you, Lord Ghost Emperor."

Jiang Yuyan took the pill and swallowed it; a warm, nourishing spiritual energy instantly flowed throughout her body.

Just then, a chilling voice suddenly came from the void, carrying undisguised killing intent:

"You trespassed into my Demon Alliance, injured my members, and now you want to take them away? Do you really think my Demon Alliance is helpless?"

Before the words were finished, a blood-red figure appeared out of thin air above the side hall.

Before Yin Zhong could react, he slapped down with his palm!

"boom!"

The entire side hall collapsed instantly, sending debris flying everywhere.

"Walk!"

Yin Zhong reacted extremely quickly, grabbing Jiang Yuyan with his left arm.

With a flick of his right arm, an ice wall rose from the ground, blocking the flying debris.

Using the force of the recoil, the two floated out of the ruins and landed steadily on an open ground not far away.

Yin Zhong looked up and saw the blood-red figure slowly landing.

His face was sinister, and his body was shrouded in demonic and blood energy. His cultivation level had reached the peak of the terrestrial immortal!

"Peak of a terrestrial immortal?"

Yin Zhong's eyes were solemn, and ice crystals had already formed on his fingertips.

"The Demon Alliance is hiding quite well. What, are you trying to stop me?"

It was Mo Tianchou who had rushed over after receiving the message!

A sinister smile curled at the corner of his mouth, revealing his gleaming white teeth:

"Heh heh heh, you dare to run wild in my Demon Alliance and think you can leave unscathed? You're dreaming!"

Yin Zhong said no more, and waved his left hand.

A spiritual energy barrier protected Jiang Yuyan within it, and then a wave of the hand pushed her out of the Demon Alliance:

"You should leave here first!"

Jiang Yuyan knew that staying would only cause trouble, so she gritted her teeth:

"Be careful, sir!"

He turned around and, propelled by spiritual energy, sped toward the mountain gate.

"Want to leave? Not so easy!"

Mo Tianchou grinned maliciously and flicked his left finger.

Three fine, hair-like blood needles shot through the air, heading straight for Jiang Yuyan's back.

"Your opponent is me!"

Yin Zhong's eyes sharpened, and he moved like lightning to block Jiang Yuyan's path.

With fingers pointing like swords, three ice arrows instantly condensed and accurately struck the blood needle.

"Bang!"

Three ice arrows shot out, colliding with the blood needles and both being annihilated.

Mo Tianchou turned and roared down, "Everyone! Seize that woman immediately!"

"yes!"

The injured elders of the Demon Alliance got up and chased after Jiang Yuyan.

At the same time, Mo Tianchou had already closed in on Yin Zhong and shouted in a low voice:

"Blood Demon Technique!"

His blood energy surged, and his body swelled up.

His skin turned an eerie dark red, and his eyes became blood red.

He threw a punch, his fist wreathed in crimson flames.

Wherever it passed, the air was scorched and distorted, emitting a pungent, bloody smell.

"The True Form of Xuanwu!"

A flash of blue light appeared in Yin Zhong's eyes, and a huge phantom of Xuanwu appeared behind him.

The patterns on the tortoise shell are clearly visible, exuding a profound aura.

He also threw a punch, the wind from which was as fierce as winter, carrying the power to suppress all things.

They clashed head-on with Mo Tianchou's fist.

"Bang!"

The two forces collided, and the crimson flames and the chilling aura clashed violently, forming a shockwave visible to the naked eye.

The surrounding palaces collapsed in response.

Many of the Demon Alliance disciples who were unable to dodge in time were struck by this force.

They'll either be frozen into ice sculptures instantly, or burned to a crisp.

"Ah~!"

"No!"

Screams echoed throughout the room.

Yin Zhong felt a violent force travel up his arm.

His blood and qi surged, and he had to take three steps back to regain his balance.

He looked at Mo Tianchou, a glint of fighting spirit flashing in his eyes:

"The power of a peak-level terrestrial immortal is indeed extraordinary!"