240: Chapter 240 Mysterious Power

Old Man Withered Wood stood hunched in mid-air, his withered fingers fiddling with a string of Yin Bone Prayer Beads as black mist surged around him.

The ghostly shadow transformed into countless black threads, densely entangling the spiritual light of the Boundary Gate, causing the originally brilliant gate of light to dim instantly.

A Yin wind carrying bone-chilling resentful baleful qi suppressed the Cultivators, making their breathing hitch.

Yuan Zhan's expression changed abruptly. He held his Thunder Hammer horizontally in front of him; though electric arcs crackled, they could hardly withstand that chilling, evil force.

He shouted sternly, "Old Ghost Withered Wood! Your Xuanyou Sect has a lot of nerve to actually dare to intercept us. Aren't you afraid of being hunted down by all the Sects joined together?"

Old Man Withered Wood let out a raspy, strange laugh.

A light of greed flashed in his deep-sunken eyes. "The Opportunity of this Minghai Realm was originally meant to be in the pocket of my Xuanyou Sect. You juniors got lucky and still want to escape unscathed? That's far too wishful thinking."

Having said that, his remaining ghosts screeched and attacked.

Now that all the Cultivators' spiritual energy had been exhausted after that battle, they were caught off guard by the sudden sneak attack and could only retreat to defend.

That ghostly shadow was none other than Xuan Yin. He had mastered the secret method given to him by the Blood-Bone Demon God, directly transforming his body into a ghostly shadow, making him an existence that came and went almost without a trace in this Minghai Realm.

He remained completely unresponsive even as those Cultivators attacked wildly.

Yuan Zhan gripped the Thunder Hammer tightly, his palms burnt into a bloody mess by the electric arcs. The thunderous light around him was as weak as a candle flame, unable to stop the erosion of the black mist at all.

Half of his body was already frozen stiff, and his teeth chattered, but his eyes were still wide with rage: "Xuan Yin! You rat who hides your head and shows your tail, you only know how to survive through sneak attacks!"

The ghostly shadow in mid-air suddenly let out a sharp, mocking laugh, its voice indistinguishable as male or female, full of sinister cunning: "Fool, in the Cultivation World, the winner is king. Where is there any talk of being fair and square?

You exhausted your spiritual energy and delivered yourselves to our door, essentially providing nourishment for my Xuanyou Sect. Is the Luck of this Minghai Realm something you are worthy of touching?"

Xuan Yin understood very well that if he could kill these Cultivators in the Minghai Realm, then those Sects would surely suffer a great loss of Origin Qi.

Before he finished speaking, the black mist around Xuan Yin surged and expanded. Dozens of hideous ghost claws tore through the Void Realm, heading straight for the vital points of the front-row Cultivators' hearts.

Those Cultivators' spiritual energy was already depleted and their Meridians were sluggish; even the most basic defensive techniques could not be circulated smoothly.

They could only rely on their Physical Bodies to resist. In an instant, two people had their shoulder blades pierced by ghost claws, and dark purple Yin baleful qi surged frantically into their Meridians through the wounds.

Instantly corroding flesh and blood and freezing Spiritual Veins, the two screamed as they were sent flying back. By the time they hit the ground, they were already lifeless, their Physical Bodies shriveling at a visible rate, becoming nourishment for the Yin baleful qi.

Before his voice faded, the black threads filling the sky suddenly tightened, intending to directly crush the Divine Souls of the Cultivators.

Ye Tianhao gritted his teeth and was about to defend, but his spiritual energy was also insufficient now; if this continued, they would all die.

Old Man Withered Wood spun the Yin Bone Prayer Beads even faster, and countless vengeful soul phantoms emerged from the black mist, opening their mouths to devour the Cultivators' essence blood.

Just as everyone was about to lose their lives on the spot, a blazing golden light suddenly exploded from the direction of the Boundary Gate, like a scorching sun falling to earth, forcefully tearing through the black mist!

Seeing this golden light, Xuan Yin immediately flew into a rage: "Do you still want to oppose this seat?!"

The golden light appeared and completely wiped out the surrounding Devilish Qi. Immediately after, a heavy blow with an extremely strong sense of pressure followed, causing the surrounding ghosts to cry out in alarm.

But those Cultivators had no way of finding the source of that thing; they only knew that something terrifying was hidden within.

What on earth was that?

All the Cultivators looked at that patch of golden light with uniform confusion.

No one knew that a rather cold voice of a Cultivator sounded in Xuan Yin's ear: "You can try. Although I cannot kill you, I can severely wound you. Those Golden Core Sect Masters outside would be very happy to take advantage of your heavy injury to wipe you out!"

"A thing that hides its head and tucks its tail dares to be insolent before this seat! Do you really think a mere wisp of illusory power can stop me?"

Xuan Yin snorted coldly. If that person were really that powerful, they would have killed him long ago; why would they still be playing tricks here?

But in the next second, a green, shimmering Willow Branch appeared out of thin air, silently appearing right in front of Xuan Yin.

Xuan Yin's scalp instantly went numb. It was that Willow Branch that had easily dispersed the Remnant of the Demon God!

This time, Xuan Yin didn't dare to gamble.

"Good! Very good! Today's grudge, this seat has noted it!"

Xuan Yin swept a venomous gaze over the shaken Cultivators below, then glared fiercely at the golden light.

"We'll see. The accounts of this Minghai Realm will be settled with you sooner or later!"

After saying that, he turned into a gust of wild wind and charged straight toward the crack.

Having survived the disaster, the Cultivators collapsed to the ground one after another, gasping for breath, their faces full of lingering fear.

Yuan Zhan propped himself up with his Thunder Hammer and barely stood straight as half of his stiff body gradually warmed up. He looked at the Willow Branch that was about to disappear.

He cupped his fists and said in a deep voice, "Thank you, Senior, for coming to our rescue. Great kindness cannot be expressed in words. May I know Senior's great name? We will surely repay you in the future!"

Meanwhile, Ye Tianhao's eyes widened in the crowd. He felt that familiar aura—it was Grandpa!

Yun Jian was also full of shock. What kind of sacred being was that Willow Branch? It actually scared Xuan Yin away as soon as it appeared.

Speaking of scaring off Xuan Yin, Yun Jian suddenly remembered that Xuan Yin and his group had already escaped through the crack, and it was those Sect Masters who had opened the crack.

"Not good! Let's get out quickly!"

Yun Jian's urgent cry was like a thunderclap, instantly shattering the relaxation everyone felt after surviving. Everyone's expression changed abruptly; they were so preoccupied with their fear that they forgot the crack in the Boundary Gate was forcibly broken open by the Sect Masters outside.

There would surely be trouble upon going out!

After saying that, they also hurriedly scrambled into the crack.

At this time, on the outskirts, Xuan Yin was the first to escape from the entrance of the Minghai Realm. As soon as the other Sect Masters saw him, they immediately used their Spiritual Artifacts to besiege him.

Xuan Yin said coldly, "I won't be staying today! One day, I will turn you all into Living Corpses. Blood for blood!"

Before his voice faded, the black mist around him suddenly exploded, turning into countless tiny ghostly shadows that scattered and fled.

Just as the fierce battle reached its peak, the light at the entrance crack of the Minghai Realm surged, and Yuan Zhan, Ye Tianhao, Yun Jian, and others rushed out, supporting each other.

Each of them was stained with blood, their faces pale, showing clear signs of exhaustion from depleted spiritual energy. They even stumbled and nearly fell when they landed.

Meanwhile, the gate behind them gradually closed as those Golden Core Cultivators lost control over their spiritual energy.

Ye Tianhao looked at the closing gate and the turbulent flow, his eyes full of anxiety, but he didn't dare to show it.

He could only comfort himself in his heart; Grandpa had the thousand void ethereal map and would surely be able to escape.

He couldn't let those people see any clues.

At this time, the siege of those Sect Masters still failed to capture Xuan Yin, but they cared more about how many of their Disciples had returned than about this cunning demonic Cultivator.

Yun Jian stepped forward with Ye Tianhao, Lu Shaoyou, and an Inner Sect Disciple. "Sect Master! Yun Jian has fortunately not failed the mission!"

Yun Ling saw that four people had returned, and he nodded with satisfaction and said, "You've worked hard on this trip. It's good that you could return."

More than a hundred people had gone to the Minghai Realm, but those who could return were only a handful.

Some Sects' Disciples had already been completely wiped out, with all the elites sent out dead; it was extremely heartbreaking yet helpless.

The forest was filled with the relief of surviving a disaster, and even more so with a deep-seated hatred for the Xuanyou Sect.

Yun Ling scanned the area and said loudly, "Everyone, Xuan Yin has fled for now and will surely look for an Opportunity for revenge. Everyone, please count your numbers and then return to your Sects. Be strictly on guard against sneak attacks from demonic Cultivators!"