The Great Ruler wanted to lie down but was thrown into the Spirit Road.

After Yuan Huai finished speaking, he used the somewhat damaged flag to burn the last of his essence and blood, turning into black mist and slowly disappearing.

If they were still at their peak, Yun Mo and the others could naturally stop them, but now their energy and spirit are insufficient to support such methods.

Just like now, the Time-Space Rain has dissipated, and the life-or-death fighting style has weakened the spirits of Wu Ling and the other two, causing them to turn pale. However, they are still much better off than Yun Mo.

Yun Mo looked at his withered hands, a bitter expression on his face. He took some pills and recovered a little. "The ultimate move is useful, but it's too harmful to the body. If I use it a few more times, my hair will probably turn white. I still need to find an opportunity to reach the Supreme level."

He looked at Wen Qingxuan and the other two who came over to help him, took out some pills, handed them to them, and said, "Since we can't stop those extraterrestrial evil races, the only way is to get to the ancestral hall before them. There are probably still unknown things there."

The three nodded and accepted the gifts. After their near-death experience with the extraterrestrial evil race, they had almost completely dispelled the evil race's allure and no longer felt any fear.

"Then let's chase after them right away!"

……

During the chase, the two sides quickly arrived at the outer perimeter of the stone hall.

Yuan Huai coldly watched Yun Mo and the others behind him, and decisively led his personal guards into the palaces to the right of the ancestral hall. After that, Yun Mo and the others also wanted to go in, but found that the stone hall here had become ethereal again.

"left!"

Wu Ling said quickly, and they had vaguely understood that the ancestral hall was empty, and if they wanted to enter, they had to get there from these stone halls.

As the four stepped into the stone hall on the left, the stone halls became illusory, as if everything before had been an illusion.

"Who are these? The Witch Clan's Witch Guards?"

As soon as Yun Mo and his companions entered the stone hall, they saw more than ten thousand lifeless puppets before them and couldn't help but gasp.

The Witch Guards are the spirits of the dead members of the Witch Clan, transformed through the clan's secret arts to protect their ancestral lands. This particular group of Witch Guards should be the guardians of the ancestral temple.

These witch guards were undoubtedly the first line of defense protecting the ancestral temple. Fortunately, they did not emit any aura.

Every top power in the world has its own battle formation masters, and the Witch Clan is no exception.

"The door to get through is over there!" Wu Ling said, pointing to the very back of the witch guards.

"Walk!"

But just as the four were about to move and pass through the witch guards, the witch guards suddenly trembled violently, then slowly turned around and looked at them.

This caused Yun Mo and the other three to freeze in place.

"..."

These witch guards drew their weapons and pointed them at Yun Mo and the other invaders.

Then, a powerful fighting spirit emerged from them, transforming into a demonic shadowy remnant with only half a body standing in the hall. Its terrifying power made Yun Mo and the others feel like a lone boat on the sea, about to capsize in an instant.

Seeing the demonic figure, the group's eyelids twitched. They were now in a dilemma, unable to retreat or advance.

"What should we do? Charge straight through? But we don't know how strong this demonic shadow is." Wu Ling looked back at the stone gate behind them, which had disappeared after they entered.

The Witch Guard was unable to unleash its full power in life; it was purely a means to ignite fighting spirit.

Yun Mo took a breath and said to the three of them, "If this witch guard had someone in command, we would indeed be helpless, but they are nothing more than puppets now. The Divine Competition Law has helped us a bit. Even if their fighting spirit is strong, it is still limited."

"Wait a moment, Wu Ling and I will withstand this battle intent. You two take this opportunity to destroy those witch guards. After a certain point, their battle intent will naturally weaken, and then we'll seize the chance to rush to the gate."

"good!"

After agreeing on a plan, the four of them went their separate ways.

Yun Mo and Wu Ling brandished their halberds and clubs and charged straight at the demonic shadow, while Wen Qingxuan and Wu Yingying immediately attacked the witch guards below.

The towering demonic figure stared at the two ants before him. As if provoked, he raised his only arm, and at that moment, malevolent energy gathered within it, forming a spear, which he fiercely slashed down at Yun Mo and the other man.

Yun Mo and Wu Ling were terrified, as the size difference between them was simply too great.

This is like the difference between an ant and a giant when facing an existence with the supreme Dharma body.

Fortunately, just as Yun Mo had guessed, this demonic figure was also hindered by the laws of the Divine Competition, and the spear that fell did not have that overwhelming power.

The two raised their weapons, unleashed their inner energy, and charged forward.

"clang!"

With a single blow, Yun Mo and his companion coughed up blood and were blasted away, but a hint of excitement flashed in their eyes.

"Thankfully, we can hold on. You guys destroy those witch guards as soon as possible!"

Wen Qingxuan brandished her golden spear incessantly, while Wu Yingying's bowstring remained taut.

"roar!"

But just when everything seemed to be looking up, the mangled demonic figure let out a mournful howl, as if the heavens and earth were stained with sorrow.

With this furious roar, bloodlust appeared in the eyes of the puppet guards. Faced with the invasion of Yun Mo and the others, they began to self-destruct, trying to stop them at the cost of their lives.

"What... is going on?"

Yun Mo and the other three regrouped, and a spiritual energy barrier was erected in front of them to resist the self-destruction of these witch guards. However, they seemed to be affected by the sorrow emanating from these witch guards, and their eyes were somewhat shaken.

"Thump!"

Just then, the demonic shadow transformed into a streak of light, piercing through their barrier and, to their horror, entering between their brows.

Yun Mo stood still. In that instant, he suddenly felt that the beam of light did not have any killing intent, but was a memory imprint, which recorded the imprint of the Witch Clan's resistance against the evil race from beyond the realm.

Images flashed through his mind.

The invasion of the extraterrestrial evil race instantly transformed the ancestral land of the Witch Clan into the most dangerous battlefield in the vast world.

Twenty evil demon emperors, leading countless tribes of all sizes, descended upon this place, and engaged in an earth-shattering battle with the witch tribe.

In the scene, the continent where the Witch Clan lived was completely destroyed. None of the few remaining members of the Witch Clan retreated. Even the young ones all fell in pools of blood during the battle with the Evil Clan.

Afterwards, the deceased transformed into sorcerer guards, who then all threw themselves into the battlefield until they were completely reduced to dust.

However, these nearly twenty evil demon emperors were not something they could stop. Even with the help of other forces, they were powerless to stop them.

Finally, the twelve supreme beings let out their final roars and disintegrated, transforming into stone tablets. Using the sealing power of the Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation, they sealed all the Demon Emperors within the ancestral hall, attempting to obliterate them completely.

And this ancestral hall is where Yun Mo is currently located.