127: Ten Thousand Souls Banner

Facing the combined pincer attack of Ice Lotus and Yun Che, Luo Ximei did not move an inch.

The ice cones raining down from the sky, imbued with cold Qi capable of piercing through mountains, sealed off all directions.

However, as they approached Luo Ximei's body, they all froze in mid-air, the cold Qi at their tips dissolving under an invisible force.

Immediately after, all the ice cones silently shattered, turning into a sky full of ice crystal dust.

At the same time, Yun Che's massive cyan greatsword, which was cleaving down with immense force, encountered the same situation.

The sword's edge stopped a foot above Luo Ximei's head, and the enormous sword body vibrated violently.

No matter how Yun Che's face turned red, pushing the spiritual power within him to its limit, the sword's edge could no longer advance an inch.

"It's also an ice Spell, but compared to Seventh Junior Sister, you are far inferior."

Luo Ximei's comment was understated; she raised a slender finger and lightly tapped upwards.

It landed precisely on the tip of the cyan greatsword.

"Crack..."

A crisp cracking sound rang out, particularly jarring in the dead silence of the valley floor.

Centered on the spot Luo Ximei's fingertip touched, a fine crack rapidly appeared on the body of the cyan greatsword.

Yun Che let out a cry of alarm; he could feel the connection between himself and his Natal Magic Sword being forcibly severed by a brutal force.

The next instant, the enormous cyan sword body completely disintegrated before his eyes, turning into countless fragments, losing all spiritual light, and falling from the sky.

With his Natal Magic Sword destroyed, Yun Che was struck as if by a heavy blow, spitting out a jet of blood, his body staggering backward, his face instantly turning as pale as paper.

Ice Lotus's situation was equally dire; her Spell was broken, and her Divine Sense was impacted, causing a needle-like sharp pain in her mind, her body swayed, and blood seeped from the corner of her mouth.

In just an instant, the duo's most powerful combined attack was effortlessly resolved by the opponent in a nearly humiliating manner.

"Now, it's my turn."

Luo Ximei's voice remained calm.

Before her words finished, the dormant Devilish Qi around her gathered.

It was no longer the invisible barrier for defense, but transformed into countless black spiritual powers, shooting towards Yun Che and Ice Lotus respectively.

Yun Che's survival instinct overrode everything.

He let out a strange cry, and a jade pendant-shaped protective Magic Treasure on his body shattered in response, emitting a dazzling green light, forming an eggshell-shaped light curtain to shield him.

At the same time, he desperately retreated backward, only wanting to create distance.

However, those spiritual powers, upon colliding with the green light shield, only paused slightly, then with a soft sound, the shield shattered like a bubble.

Luo Ximei's attack did not diminish, striking Yun Che's chest fiercely.

"Puff!"

Yun Che was like a person struck by a flying mountain; he again spat out a large mouthful of blood, which even contained fragments of internal organs.

His body heavily crashed onto the ground in the distance, struggled a few times, but was temporarily unable to get up.

Ice Lotus on the other side responded more awkwardly, but also showed stronger resilience.

Most of the force was narrowly avoided by her, with only the edge sweeping her left shoulder.

"Crack!"

Ice Lotus's left arm bent at an unnatural angle, clearly broken.

She let out a muffled groan, her face even paler, and used that force to fly backward, landing on one knee, supporting herself with her unbroken right hand so as not to completely fall, but she had already lost most of her combat power.

Luo Ximei seemed unsatisfied with such a result, or rather, she found the clearing speed too slow.

Her gaze first locked onto Yun Che, who was struggling to get up, and killing intent condensed.

Yun Che felt that icy, bone-chilling gaze, and the shadow of death instantly enveloped him.

Extreme fear made him completely lose his reason; he roared, ignoring his injuries and activating his remaining spiritual power, grabbing into the air.

His target, however, was not Luo Ximei, but the limp, dying Phoenix Dance lying to the side!

"Block for me!"

Yun Che's grab was extremely vicious; Phoenix Dance's severely injured body could not resist at all, and she was swept up by the spiritual power like a broken rag, crashing straight towards the direction of Luo Ximei's condensed killing intent.

He himself, using the force of this block, frantically fled backward, his face full of the luck and ferocity of escaping death.

"Useless!"

The blood-red light in Luo Ximei's eyes suddenly flared.

Yun Che's action was not only despicable but also an extreme provocation to her authority.

Seeing Phoenix Dance about to be crushed by that invisible killing intent, Luo Ximei flicked her finger.

A dark red Devilish Qi arrived later but moved faster, transforming into a tough restraint, violently pulling Phoenix Dance to the side, where she fell heavily to the ground near Su Lin, though she vomited blood again, she temporarily saved her life.

"Betraying a friend in battle, worse than pigs and dogs!"

Luo Ximei's voice was bone-chilling; she no longer looked at the dying Phoenix Dance but firmly locked onto the fleeing Yun Che.

"This Venerable has changed her mind; I will make you taste a suffering more agonizing than complete annihilation of body and soul!"

She no longer held back, spreading her arms, and the Devilish Qi around her surged like boiling water.

An ancient and eerie black banner slowly emerged from the Void Realm behind her.

The banner's surface seemed to be condensed from endless darkness, and upon it, billions of distorted faces seemed to be wailing and struggling, yet unable to make the slightest sound.

Only a chilling aura of resentment and despair that made one's Divine Soul tremble permeated the air.

The moment the banner appeared, the light at the bottom of the valley dimmed by several points, and the temperature plummeted.

Yun Che saw this and felt a great sense of foreboding.

This was actually the myriad soul banner!

Even Su Lin in the distance felt that dark aura.

Yun Che could no longer care about face or dignity; the thought of escaping occupied his entire mind.

He suddenly bit the tip of his tongue, spitting out a large mouthful of his Natal Essence Blood, performing the Blood Escape Secret Art, which consumed the most Origin, of the Cloud Sea Sect.

His body transformed into a blurry cyan-red blood shadow, shooting out of the valley at several times his previous speed.

"In front of this Venerable, can you escape?"

Luo Ximei's voice rang out behind him, making Yun Che's blood run cold.

She did not pursue, but merely gently shook the myriad soul banner in her hand.

The banner's surface moved slightly, and those distorted faces came alive.

They opened silent mouths, and a grey-black mist surged from the banner, instantly enveloping an area of a hundred zhang.

Yun Che, in his blood escape, crashed into this mist, and his speed abruptly decreased.

The surrounding scenery became sluggish.

Even more terrifying, countless low, resentful whispers directly sounded in his Divine Soul, gnawing at his will.

"Kill... kill me..."

"So painful... so agonizing..."

"You too... come down and join us..."

Illusions appeared before his eyes; those Cultivators whose families he had massacred to refine his sword, one by one, covered in blood, crawled towards him, extending pale hands to grab his ankles.

"No! Get away! You bunch of useless people!"

Yun Che's mind was in chaos, and the circulation of his spiritual power became obstructed.

He struggled desperately, but found that the more he struggled, the deeper he sank.

Just as his mind faltered, an incredibly solid black chain shot out from the banner like lightning, silently coiling around his body.

Upon the chain, distorted, resentful faces emerged, opening their mouths and fiercely biting into his limbs.