The Northern Song Dynasty returned south, seeking the truth of the Dao.

Before, hearing Xiao Liuzi's voice only brought Wang Zhen to his senses. But now, hearing that familiar voice again only brought him nausea and fear. He turned around and took a step forward.

Standing in front of Ling Zhizi, he squinted at Xiao Liuzi, who was standing in front of them. Xiao Liuzi spat disdainfully and said to the two of them, "Please, Fire God, I spit on you."

That's it? It was nothing more than a single palm strike from me. In this mirage of my world, I am the master! Run! Why aren't you running anymore? Go ahead and summon the gods again! I'm waiting for you, I'll let you summon them!"

Wang Zhenhuan gritted his teeth and did not respond. Although he had already learned from Ling Zhizi that the manifested Fire Virtue Star Lord only had one move to fight, he had not expected it to be like this.

Even the Fire God, within this illusion, was unable to harm him. It should be noted that the Fire God was a true deity; although it was merely a manifested avatar, it still retained a wisp of divine consciousness attached to his original body.

Even the gods couldn't stop it, what should we do? Wang Zhenhuan was in a state of utter confusion. Since he entered the Daoist path, he had experienced countless things, big and small. None of them were as overwhelming as this great demon.

It gave him such a sense of despair. He couldn't fight them; both of them were injured, and their cultivation levels were even lower than their opponent's. He couldn't run away either; they were currently trapped in the great demon's illusion. If the illusion wasn't broken, escaping was nothing short of a pipe dream.

"What? Not saying anything now? Tsk tsk tsk, you looked all serious, but you're such a coward. Speaking of which, you seem to have someone traveling with you, right?"

"You know what, I originally wanted to kill him outright, but I didn't expect that old bastard to have some dragon blood in him." Xiao Liuzi gestured with his hands and said in a flippant tone.

Upon hearing this, Wang Zhenhuan felt his blood rush to his head, and his mind went blank. He clenched his fists, his eyes turning as red as a rabbit's, and stared intently at the person in front of him.

The sharp pain in his forehead seemed to be a constant reminder of just how dangerous the person in front of him was. Just as his patience was about to run out, a hand suddenly reached out from behind and tugged at his clothes.

Wang Huanzhen turned around and looked at Ling Zhizi's pale face and her right arm dangling in mid-air. He felt a pang in his heart, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath.

Looking back on his journey, he had encountered countless such despairing scenes. Yet, he had survived each time, not because of luck, but because of his own abilities.

It was his will to survive against all odds, his unwavering determination to never give up! Since escape was impossible, he would fight to the death. As the saying goes, only by being placed in a desperate situation can one find a way out. Wang Huanzhen opened his eyes.

His eyes regained their clarity, and he glanced at Ling Zhizi, saying in a low but powerful voice, "Since there's no escape, then we must burn our bridges. Regardless of whether it was done on someone else's behalf, I will remember this life-saving grace."

"If I survive, I will repay you handsomely. If this calamity is destined, then I will repay you in the next life!" After saying this, before Ling Zhizi could reply, he turned around to prepare to fight.

Upon hearing his words, Ling Zhizi suddenly smiled. She tied her flowing right arm around her waist with a ribbon, then stepped forward, stood beside Wang Zhenhuan, and said to him with a smile.

"What? You're not afraid of a mere young man like Xunzhen, so what do I have to fear? To die alongside such a handsome young man as you would make my life worthwhile. Remember me, my secular name is Su Zhiru."

Having said that, he pulled a ribbon from his robes, wrapped it around his left arm, and chanted softly while making hand seals: "Heaven gives birth to Yin and Yang, the Dao divides into the Five Elements. The Spiritual Treasure borrows the power, to manifest and increase its might. Supreme Dao Lord, hasten as the law commands!"

Having said that, he extended his left hand with a sword-like finger and gently stroked the ribbons wrapped around his body from top to bottom. The originally ordinary white ribbons immediately revealed a layer of shimmering golden light.

Seeing the two preparing to attack, Xiao Liu's expression gradually turned ferocious. He spat lightly and shouted sharply, "Since you're so eager to die, then I'll grant your wish! Wind Rises!"

With a shout, the previously subsided gale returned. It rustled through the entire forest, and the fierce wind even made it difficult for Wang Zhenhuan to open his eyes.

A strong wind whipped up sand and fallen leaves, turning the entire area into a hazy gray. Wang Zhenhuan shielded his eyes from the sand with his hand, peering through his fingers, and was immediately startled.

The spot where Xiao Liuzi had just stood was now empty. He shouted, "Watch out! The monster is gone!" Then he turned around and stood back to back with Ling Zhizi, looking around warily.

"Protect me!" Wang Huanzhen whispered in Ling Zhizi's ear. He then closed his eyes, recalling what he had seen in the Zhou Tian Secret Manual.

Relying on his memory, he began to form hand seals, silently chanting: "Great Purity and Profound Brightness, inner and outer purify. Nine Wind Masters, heed my command! Supreme Lord Laozi, hasten as the law commands! Calm the wind!"

After chanting the incantation, Wang Huanzhen made a hand seal. This was his first time using magic, and he didn't know if it would work. He was nervous and looked around.

As he cast the hand seal, Wang Zhen felt his spiritual energy suddenly deplete. Immediately, the whirlwind in the center of the arena vanished without a trace. Before he could even feel joy...

Suddenly, Ling Zhizi stepped forward and flicked the ribbon in her hand into the air. *Crack!* A crisp sound rang out in mid-air, and Ling Zhizi was sent flying backward.

Wang Zhenhuan hurriedly stepped forward and caught her. He cautiously surveyed their surroundings; the demon had clearly used the wind to conceal itself. Wang Zhenhuan helped Ling Zhizi to her feet and asked in a low voice.

"How are you? Are you alright?"

Ling Zhizi shook her head, remaining silent, her face paler than before. At that moment, the demon's voice suddenly echoed around them, but unlike before...

His voice, which had sounded just like Xiao Liu Zi's own, now seemed distant and indistinct, and more androgynous. He chuckled wickedly.

"Hahaha, it's only just begun and you can't take it anymore? Where did your heroic words about fighting me go? Now you're going to become my prey?"

Struggle as hard as you can! The harder you struggle, the more excited I get!! Hahahaha!!! ..."

Wang Zhenhuan was highly focused at this moment, constantly scanning his surroundings, wary of the impending attack. But unexpectedly, his legs suddenly gave way, followed by a powerful force.

It pulled his feet down into the ground. Startled, he panicked and slapped the ground with his palm. But the force suddenly vanished, and his palm landed on the ground.

Seeing this, Ling Zhizi reached out her left hand, trying to pull him out of the ground. Wang Huanzhen, however, stared wide-eyed at the figure that appeared behind Ling Zhizi. Before he could react, he instinctively grabbed Ling Zhizi's hand.

He pulled her away from behind!