589: New Storm

Bang!

The jade brush in his hand shattered into dust without any warning!

Permanent Nothingness looked up abruptly. There was no expression on his withered face, but for the first time, a cold, bone-chilling rage ignited within those hollow, deep-pool eyes!

A suffocating, invisible pressure instantly enveloped the entire Blood Hall!

"Hall Master… Hall Master! It's… it's bad!"

The Elder guarding the Soul Wall scrambled in, his voice choked with sobs. "The Soul Wall… the Soul Wall has shattered again! The ten Soul Jades of the Black Fiend Guards that Elder Old Black Mu took… five of them shattered instantly! The remaining five… their light… their light has completely dimmed! They might… might be extinguished at any moment! Elder Old Black Mu's Soul Jade… its light… its light has also dimmed significantly! His aura… is extremely unstable!"

"What?!" Permanent Nothingness's voice scraped by like a cold wind from the Nine Nether Sect. "Ten of them?! Five shattered in an instant?! Junior Brother Old Black Mu's Soul Jade has dimmed as well?!"

Even with Permanent Nothingness's deep scheming, he could not hide his shock at this moment! A powerful force capable of contending with the Void Refinement Mid-stage, nearly wiped out in such a short time?!

"The space fixing talisman! What about the space fixing talisman I gave him?! Why didn't he use it?!"

Permanent Nothingness stood up abruptly, the Death Qi around his body like a boiling tide! This was the point he couldn't fathom.

Two possibilities flashed through his mind like lightning: The opponent was too strong! Strong enough that Junior Brother Old Black Mu didn't even have the chance to crush the jade talisman! To be able to do that, the opponent's strength… must be at least Late Void Refining Stage, or even higher! Such an existence, even if he, Permanent Nothingness, personally led people there, would only be courting death! There was an ambush or a trap! The opponent possessed special means to instantly isolate the space, or Junior Brother Old Black Mu was trapped in some desperate land where the space fixing talisman was ineffective! No matter which possibility it was, it meant the situation was far more troublesome than imagined!

"More than twenty Nascent Soul and Soul Transformation Cultivators… one Void Refining combat power… in just a few days…"

Permanent Nothingness's withered fingers trembled slightly in his sleeves, and a cold chill surged in his heart. The Nine Nether Sect hadn't suffered such a heavy loss in nearly a hundred years!

"This is no longer a matter that the Law Enforcement Hall can handle alone…"

Permanent Nothingness made a decision instantly, cold light flickering in his eyes. "Prepare the 'Blood Fiend Flying Shuttle' immediately! This Seat must personally go to the 'Ghost Soul Hall' to meet Vice Sect Master Ye Wushang!"

He had to report this unknown, terrifying threat and the shocking changes that might exist at Ghost Cry Cliff immediately! Only power at the level of a Vice Sect Master could possibly cope with it!

At the bottom of Ghost Cry Cliff, black fog filled the air. Little White Flood Dragon Qiong Shuang, coiled around the ancient stone tablet, suddenly turned her raised dragon head toward the direction outside the cliff. In her cold, vertical pupils, a flash of human-like nervousness and anticipation appeared.

"Just now… such terrifying energy fluctuations… It's Brother Delong's Qi! He's here! He must be fighting those bad people!" Qiong Shuang's heart was beating violently.

Although the gale and Restrictions at the bottom of the cliff blocked most of the sights and sounds, the aftermath of those few heaven-shaking, earth-shattering collisions, and the final destructive energy like a volcanic eruption, were clearly transmitted down!

"Sister Yan… it seems safe outside? Big Brother is fighting! Shall we… shall we go out and find him?"

Qiong Shuang lowered her head and whispered softly to Luo Yan, who was still unconscious and lying beside the stone tablet. She carefully used her dragon tail to lift Luo Yan's light body, allowing her to lie steadily upon her own snow-white, jade-like dragon back.

"Sister Yan, hold on tight, we are going to find Big Brother!" Qiong Shuang's voice carried a hint of excitement. Although Luo Yan was unconscious and could not respond, she still reminded her gently.

The Little White Flood Dragon erupted with a glowing white light, her Demonic Power surging to disperse the rolling black fog and cold gale around her. Carrying Luo Yan, she transformed into an elegant and swift white stream of light, following the steep cliff wall, flying against the wailing cold wind, and struggling to fly upward toward the entrance of Ghost Cry Cliff!

The golden morning sun, shining through the thin black fog, fell upon the Little White Flood Dragon's crystalline scales and Luo Yan's pale but calm profile, bringing a touch of warmth and hope to this gloomy bottom of the cliff.

The smoke of battle at Ghost Cry Cliff had not yet dissipated, but a piece of terrifying news, enough to shake the entire Eastern Region cultivation world, swept out at an astonishing speed like the most violent hurricane!

"Have you heard?! That fiend god Yao Delong from the Yin Yang Sect! He beat Old Black Mu of the Nine Nether Sect into the ground at the Ghost Cry Cliff in Myriad Flower Spring Outing Valley!"

"Old Black Mu? That Peak Early Stage Void Refining Cultivator whose vicious reputation could stop children from crying at night?!"

"More than that! The ten-man Black Fiend Guards battle formation of the Nine Nether Sect was broken by him in a single encounter! Three Nascent Soul Cultivators died on the spot, and five were crippled! Old Black Mu himself first had his best Divine Soul attack broken, and then he was beaten like a dead dog in his Physical Body, which he was so proud of! Finally… finally, he was even forced to kneel at the edge of the cliff! Kneeling in a row with that Elder called Bai Chi!"

"My God! A Late Stage Soul Transformation Cultivator fighting against a Peak Early Stage Void Refining Cultivator? And against a battle formation capable of contending with the Void Refinement Mid-stage? This… this is this f*cking human?!"

"fiend god! This is the true fiend god! Previously he killed Blood Net at the True Inheritance Ceremony, and now he has suppressed a Void Refining Cultivator with his fists at Ghost Cry Cliff! What kind of monster has the Yin Yang Sect produced?!"

"The Nine Nether Sect has really kicked an iron plate this time! Losing twenty Nascent Soul and Soul Transformation Cultivators, plus two heavyweight figures, Bai Chi and Old Black Mu, crippled and humiliated… this grudge is huge! The Eastern Region is likely going to change!"

The news spread crazily like a snowball, rapidly spreading from Myriad Flower Spring Outing Valley to all the major markets, big cities, and Sects in the Eastern Region!

Every Cultivator who heard the news had the same first reaction: disbelief, followed by incomparable shock and awe!

"Soul Transformation fighting against Void Refining" was already a legendary feat, and Yao Delong's battle record this time raised the standard of "fighting against" to a height that made people despair—to frontally defeat a Peak Early Stage Void Refining powerhouse who had the support of a top-tier battle formation and was powerful in both Physical Body and Divine Soul!

This battle record was enough to make many old monsters in the Void Refinement Mid-stage feel a chill down their spines!

Yao Delong's name, along with the legend of "suppressing a Void Refining Cultivator with fists at Ghost Cry Cliff," truly became a terrifying shadow looming over the Eastern Region, and the name "fiend god" was completely confirmed!

In the Eastern Region, in a top-secret underground cave. This place never saw the sun all year round, only the eerie green phosphorus fire flickered, and the air was filled with the smell of decay and blood.

Two figures sat opposite each other in the shadows, the atmosphere oppressive and heavy. One of them, tall and with a sinister face, was surrounded by a fierce aura that seemed almost tangible; it was the Mad Extreme Demon Lord!

Flames of anxiety and unwillingness burned in his eyes; his daughter Luo Tianying being captured tormented him day and night like a poisonous thorn.

The other person, his face covered by a metal mask emitting an ominous purple-gold light, with only a pair of eyes flickering with calculation and cold light revealed, was the Hundred Refinements Demon Lord! His aura was more restrained, but the deep-seated sense of danger was even greater than that of the Mad Extreme Demon Lord.

"Hundred Refinements," the Mad Extreme Demon Lord's hoarse voice broke the silence, like sandpaper rubbing. "The latest storm from the Eastern Region, you've heard of it, right? Ghost Cry Cliff… hehe, that fiend god of the Yin Yang Sect who even made Permanent Nothingness suffer a loss… I'm afraid it's that Soul Transformation kid who ruined your plans in the Northern Territory and exchanged a few moves with you, right?"