Summoning the Gods: Start by creating the Eternal Night.

On the branches of an ancient tree, Di Yun clenched his fists tightly, his voice low and deep:

"The time has come! Those watching seem to have no intention of interfering in the battle between the imperial court and the Nine Nether Demon Sect!"

A cold glint flashed in Linghu Chong's eyes, and his longsword was already drawn, its clear, resonant clang ringing out: "Go!"

Two figures shot off like arrows from a bow towards the center of the battlefield!

The sounds of battle echoed through the dense forest, a web of death woven from the glint of swords and the surging demonic energy.

Just as Xiao Yan was enduring his injuries and barely suppressing the bleeding in his shoulder with his spiritual power,

Just as the demonic blade, enveloped in billowing black energy, slashed down—whoosh!

Two swift, lightning-fast figures suddenly shot out from the branches of the ancient tree!

The sound of something cutting through the air was sharp and piercing. Di Yun and Linghu Chong moved as fast as ghosts, rushing straight towards Xiao Yan in the center of the battlefield.

"Um?"

Xiao Yan's pupils suddenly contracted, and a strong killing intent rushed towards him.

He didn't have time to think it through. He suddenly turned to the side and pushed his spiritual power to its limit, condensing it into a golden shield in front of him.

Seeing Cheng Yaojin suddenly appear out of nowhere, the Demon King's eyes flashed with ferocity, and he forcefully changed the direction of his demonic blade.

It grazed Xiao Yan's side and struck empty air, exploding with black energy and blasting a deep crater into the ground.

Just as Xiao Yan regained his footing, Di Yun's longsword, whistling through the air, was already aimed at his face.

Linghu Chong's longsword, like a venomous snake spitting its tongue, aimed straight at his vital dantian!

"Who are you people?!"

Xiao Yan demanded an explanation in a stern voice, his tone filled with shock and anger.

He could clearly sense that both of them were at the late Nirvana stage and were ruthless in their attacks, clearly targeting him.

However, Di Yun and Linghu Chong did not answer at all. Their swords flashed and clashed, forming an impenetrable net, each move deadly.

"Clang!"

The sound of metal clashing was deafening. Xiao Yan hastily threw a punch to block, only to feel a tremendous force surge through him, his arm went numb, and his blood and qi surged.

He had been injured in a previous battle with the Demon Protector, and now he felt uneasy facing Di Yun and Linghu Chong.

Before he could catch his breath, Di Yun's longsword suddenly changed its attack, sweeping across his waist and abdomen.

Taking advantage of the situation, Linghu Chong thrust his sword into the wound on his right shoulder!

"Pfft—"

The sword pierced the wound, and excruciating pain instantly swept through his body. Xiao Yan groaned and staggered backward.

"A great opportunity!"

Di Yun's eyes flashed with a cold light, and his footwork shifted, catching up to Xiao Yan like a shadow.

With his long sword raised high, he unleashed a powerful strike aimed at Xiao Yan's right arm—the arm adorned with a storage ring!

"No--!"

Xiao Yan's pupils suddenly dilated to their maximum size, and a desperate roar broke out of his throat.

"Snap!"

The cracking sound of bones breaking, accompanied by the sound of flesh tearing, echoed across the battlefield.

A bloodcurdling scream erupted from Xiao Yan's mouth, so piercing it made one's eardrums ache:

"Ah—! My arm!"

Blood gushed out like a fountain, staining the entire ground in front of him red.

The arm connected to the storage ring shot into the sky, drawing a blood-red arc in the air.

Just as Di Yun's lips curled into a ruthless smile, preparing to leap and catch the severed arm, a dark figure was faster than him!

The demon protector appeared like a ghost, and with a swift movement, firmly grasped the severed arm in his hand.

He glanced down at the storage ring shimmering with spiritual light in his palm, his eyes revealing a greedy glint.

"court death!"

Di Yun's face instantly turned ashen, and his roar shook the surrounding leaves to the ground.

He stomped his foot on the ground and lunged at the demon like an arrow, his long sword aimed straight at the demon's throat:

"Hand over the stuff!"

The Demon Lord sneered, his demonic blade held horizontally in front of him, blocking Di Yun's attack. Amidst surging black energy, his tone was extremely arrogant:

"You're the ones courting death! How dare you try to profit right under the noses of my Demonic Sect and steal what my sect wants?"

"Quickly state your name, for I do not kill nameless ghosts!"

"You're not worthy to know!"

Di Yun roared, his longsword attack becoming increasingly fierce, the wind whistling through it, faintly carrying a power that seemed to tear through space.

The two instantly engaged in battle, their demonic energy clashing with their sword energy, producing deafening roars.

On the other side, the Right Envoy of the Shadow Guard watched helplessly as Xiao Yan's arm was severed, his eyes bloodshot.

At this moment, however, he seemed to be going all out, suddenly pouring all the remaining spiritual power in his body into the tip of the spear.

"Old devil, prepare to die!"

With a roar, the Right Envoy unleashed his silver spear, which transformed into a dazzling silver light, forcefully forcing back the demon in front of him.

Ignoring the poisonous gas surging from behind, he dragged his poisoned body and staggered toward the direction where Xiao Yan had fallen.

Seeing this, Shenmo was about to give chase when he caught a glimpse of Linghu Chong rushing toward the battlefield between Di Yun and Jiumo, clearly intending to join forces to seize the storage ring.

His face darkened, and he shrieked, "Where do you think you're going!"

Dark green poisonous gas instantly spread out, and the demon's figure followed closely, its rotting bone claws, carrying a foul stench, viciously clawing towards Linghu Chong's back.

Linghu Chong had no choice but to turn around and block. The sword light and claw shadows collided, producing a piercing sound, and the two were instantly entangled in combat.

On the outskirts of the battlefield, Zhong Xiang, the second elder of the Qingyun Sect, stood atop an ancient tree, watching the rapidly changing situation unfold.

His gaze turned grave, and he spoke in a deep voice, "Just who are these two who suddenly appeared?"

"They dare to meddle in the struggle between the imperial court and the demonic sect; they certainly have some nerve."

Yao Xing snorted coldly, his gaze fixed on the severed arm in Jiu Mo's hand.

A flicker of greed flashed in his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by fear:

"These two have some guts. If it were us, we wouldn't dare to wade into these troubled waters so easily."

"After all, the retaliation from the imperial court and the demonic sect is not something everyone can withstand. We dare not recklessly provoke trouble for the sect!"

When Dongfang Wen saw Di Yun and Linghu Chong suddenly appear, a calculating glint flashed in his eyes!

The powerful figures from various forces watching the battle around them were all whispering among themselves.

Their gazes were all fixed on the storage ring, their eyes filled with a hint of longing.

However, due to the intimidation from the imperial court and the demonic sect, they dared not make a move easily.

He could only watch helplessly as the situation on the field became increasingly chaotic, inwardly marveling at how audacious these two were.

Above the void, Xing Luoyao took in everything.

She gently stroked the jade pendant at her waist with her fingertips, a playful smile curving her lips beneath her veil.

She turned her head to look at Yuan Tiangang beside her, her tone tinged with a hint of mockery:

"Fellow Daoist Yuan, these two who suddenly appeared, they must be from your Eternal Night Heaven, right?"

Upon hearing this, Yuan Tiangang calmly gazed at the battle below, listening to Xiao Yan's mournful screams without showing any emotion on his face.

He met Xing Luoyao's gaze, nodded slightly, neither admitting nor denying, but the faint smile on his lips was meaningful.

Seeing that Yuan Tiangang did not deny it, Xing Luoyao's suspicions were confirmed, so she asked:

"Fellow Daoist Yuan, since you are here, why don't you take the Linglong Fruit yourself?"

"Wouldn't this be much faster and more deterrent?"

Yuan Tiangang turned and stared at Xing Luoyao, then said in a deep voice:

"Miss Luo Yao, although I could end the battle much faster by taking action, I will not do so."

"Because they all have their own personalities and can complete tasks on their own, they will never rely on the help of others."

"At the same time, I trust them."

"All I need to do is make sure they're safe and sound, and neither of them wants my help anyway."

"After all, everyone desires to accumulate experience and improve their strength by fighting against opponents of the same level."

Upon hearing this, Xing Luoyao couldn't help but admire the people of Yongyetian.