689: Strong reinforcements!

The Nine Nether Soul Extermination Grand Array was like a giant millstone, frantically crushing the remaining power within the Formation!

Evil Qi chains as thick as black dragons lashed and coiled wildly. Every impact caused the defensive light screen jointly supported by Myriad Sword Valley and the Yao Race to tremble violently as cracks spread across it!

Hall Master Li's face was as pale as gold leaf. Every time he swung his sword, he spat out a mist of blood, and the Nascent Soul within his body began to dim.

The Sky-Splitting Demon King forced his massive demon body to hold on, commanding the increasingly faint blood-colored demon wolf phantom to bite at those chains.

However, the demon wolf's body continuously dissipated under the erosion of the black Qi, and its demon essence was consumed like a flood through a broken dam!

Inside the Formation, wails and feelings of despair filled the air. The remaining nearly one thousand Yao Race members and over a thousand Cultivators from various sects were like trapped beasts, with every resistance becoming increasingly difficult.

Just at this desperate moment when their will was about to be completely ground away!

"Buzz—!!!"

A low and heavy spatial vibration, accompanied by a massive shadow, suddenly loomed over the bloody battlefield!

A giant warship, its entire body shimmering with deep profound light, its hull inscribed with a huge Yin and Yang fish rune, and hanging an ancient war flag that read "Yin and Yang Circulation."

It tore through the yin Evil Qi shrouding the battlefield and appeared boldly directly above the Nine Nether Soul Extermination Grand Array!

That unique Yin and Yang war flag was like a dawn piercing through the darkness, instantly reflecting in the eyes of all the Cultivators who were struggling to hold on!

"Yin Yang Sect! It's the Yin Yang Sect's warship!"

"Reinforcements! Our reinforcements are here!!"

"It's Peak Master Li! Peak Master of Heavenly Sword Peak Li Cen is here!"

The originally deathly and desperate atmosphere was instantly ignited! Hall Master Li abruptly looked up, ecstasy and excitement erupting in his bloodshot eyes:

"It's Fellow Daoist Li! Everyone, hold on! The Yin Yang Sect reinforcements have arrived! Push back!!" His voice was hoarse, yet it carried unparalleled exhilaration!

It was like receiving a shot of adrenaline!

The Cultivators who were originally listless and nearly depleted of spiritual energy felt the flames of survival rekindled in their eyes!

They roared, desperately squeezing the last bit of spiritual energy from their Dantians, ignoring the backlash to pour it into the tottering defensive Formation!

Buzz!

The crack-filled, dim defensive light screen suddenly burst with unprecedentedly brilliant light, as if experiencing a final burst of life!

It forcefully repelled several of the thickest Evil Qi chains coiling around it, temporarily withstanding the Formation's most violent strangulation!

The Sky-Splitting Demon King's blood-red eyes stared fixedly at the Yin Yang warship above, then swept over the precarious Yao Race within the Formation and the murderous Nine Nether Sect opposite them, countless thoughts flashing through his mind.

'Yin Yang Sect reinforcements... Good!' Instead of joy, he felt an even deeper sense of crisis!

'I hunted Yin Yang Sect Disciples before! Coupled with the Nine Nether Sect's betrayal and their desire to kill me!'

'Now that I am heavily injured, no matter which side gains the upper hand, they will never let me go!'

"Order the left and right Demon Marshals!" The Sky-Splitting Demon King made a prompt decision, using a demon soul secret technique to transmit his voice to his confidants.

"Retract the battle Formation and accumulate power! When the two sides are fighting and the Formation is at its most chaotic, sacrifice your natal demon soul essence blood and activate 'Ten Thousand Mile Blood Escape'!"

"Target: the depths of the Myriad Demon Mountain! At any cost!!"

The order was given. His massive demon body appeared to still be resisting with all its might, but in reality, he was secretly withdrawing his demon essence.

He condensed the remaining essence blood power and a trace of his Emperor Bloodline Power into his core, waiting for that fleeting opportunity to escape!

"Hmph! Yin Yang Sect? That brat Li Cen?"

Ye Wushang stood at the core of the Formation. Seeing the impressive warship, his brow furrowed slightly, but it soon turned into deep disdain.

He had originally thought the Yin Yang Sect would at least send an old monster at the Body Integration Stage, but he hadn't expected it to just be Li Cen, a Sword Cultivator at the Peak of the Late Void Refining Stage.

"Tu Wanxiong! Immediately take over for me in presiding over the Formation core! Fully suppress the dregs inside the Formation!"

"I will go deal with these little insects who don't know the height of the heavens!" Ye Wushang's voice was cold, carrying an unquestionable command.

"Yes! Vice Sect Master, please be careful!"

Tu Wanxiong hurriedly responded, urging all his spiritual power into the Formation's central hub. Instantly,

The Formation's power increased by several degrees, crushing down even more frantically on those within.

Ye Wushang's figure flickered, appearing high in the sky as if teleporting, confronting the Yin Yang warship from a distance.

The terrifying pressure of his Half-step Integration Stage was released without reservation, like a physical black tide crashing against the warship's defensive light shield.

"Hahaha! Li Cen! Grandmaster Haoyang Sword? What a big reputation!" Ye Wushang laughed wildly, his voice shaking the surroundings.

"The Yin Yang Sect sent you here to die? Or is it that your Yin Yang Sect has run out of people? Just as well, today I will take even your sword for Soul Refining!"

Li Cen stood at the bow of the ship, his expression solemn to the extreme. Sword Intent erupted from his body like an unsheathed sharp sword, resisting that terrifying pressure.

"Ye Wushang! Your Nine Nether Sect is so insanely cruel, harming our Fellow Daoists of the Eastern Region. Are you not afraid of inciting public wrath and being attacked by the whole world?!"

"Public wrath? Attacked by the whole world?" Ye Wushang looked as if he had heard a huge joke, his laughter filled with extreme arrogance and cruelty.

"Dead people have no complaints! Today, this place shall be your burial ground!" Before his voice even faded, his withered palm suddenly flipped!

Buzz!

An eerie treasure bottle, pitch-black all over with viscous Yellow Springs water flowing from its mouth, appeared out of thin air!

The bottle was inscribed with countless distorted faces wailing in pain, emitting an aura of yin evil, filth, and the refinement of all things.

It caused the temperature of the entire space to plummet, and even light became distorted and dim!

Nine Nether Demon Refining Bottle! One of the Nine Nether Sect's sect-protecting xuanhuang dao artifacts!

"Nine Nether Yellow Springs, Ten Thousand Soul Demon Refining! Break for me!" Ye Wushang grinned hideously, flicking the bottle with his finger!

Boom!

A viscous and filthy black river of Yellow Springs, emitting a strong stench of corpses and infinite resentment, surged out from the bottle's mouth like a broken Hell River!

In the river, countless refined souls of Cultivators and the Yao Race struggled and roared in pain, their faces distorted and spiteful.

They frantically lunged at the Yin Yang warship, attacking with resentment and tearing with sharp teeth!

At the same time, that filthy Yellow Springs water emitted a terrifying corrosive power. As it touched the warship's shield,

A "sizzling" sound erupted, and the light screen actually became thin at a speed visible to the naked eye!

"Not good! It's the Nine Nether Demon Refining Bottle! Form the Yin Yang Reversal Grand Array! Full defense!" Li Cen shouted sharply, his expression changing drastically!

He hadn't expected Ye Wushang to be so insane as to bring out such a malevolent weapon!

Several Soul Transformation Elders on the ship instantly took their positions, pouring majestic spiritual power into the warship's core!

The Yin Yang fish pattern rotated rapidly, forming a giant Yin Yang light wheel that circulated incessantly, withstanding the impact and corrosion of the Yellow Springs river with difficulty!

"Hold on!" Li Cen watched the increasingly critical situation of Hall Master Li and the others in the Formation below, his heart burning with anxiety!

He understood that while his side could still hold on for a moment relying on the warship and the Formation, the people below were about to be crushed!

A resolute Sword Intent rose from his body!

"Old dog Night! You want to refine my soul? Ask my sword first!" Li Cen stepped out of the warship's defensive range and stood in mid-air!

The ancient sword on his back unsheathed with a "clang." The sword's body was crimson like fire, emitting a Haoyang Qi that could burn the eight desolations!