489: Death Battle

“Woo~~”

The Ghost Beasts’ long cries echoed through the clouds, and the mist churned ceaselessly. As the thick fog rolled and surged, the boundary of the Mist Sea suddenly extended a great distance outwards, enveloping everyone within it.

The pavilion, adorned with lanterns, swayed and drifted. The young woman sat with her legs crossed on the window, and behind her in the mist, several enormous Ghost Beasts, like long whales, roamed through the Mist Sea, resembling dark clouds covering the sky, their might unparalleled.

“Boom~”

“Boom~”

A colossal figure followed closely, emerging from the mist. Its reddish Blood-Flesh was a mix of red and white, and it held a mountain-sized stone sword in its hand. Xu Sanyan narrowed his eyes. A Blood-Flesh Giant?

Wasn’t it killed by Dang Yunshu? How is it alive again?

He suddenly felt less optimistic about the battle. Ming Liao and the others might not win; even if they did, it would be a pyrrhic victory.

“Demoness, you have brought chaos to the common people; your crimes are unforgivable! Kill!”

With a single command, the battle erupted. The Dragon Herding Daoist flew into the air, a scroll in his hand glowing with a soft light. The landscapes depicted on it seemed to come alive, the sound of flowing water entering their ears.

Phantom peaks materialized in mid-air, pressing down on the giant whale Ghost Beast with overwhelming force!

The benevolent expression on Ming Hui’s face vanished, replaced by a cold sternness. He flipped his hand to reveal a golden alms bowl, joined two fingers, pointed them at the sky, and roared, “Prodigy, accept your demise!”

The golden alms bowl suddenly flared with light, responding to the sun in the sky. The great sunlight pierced through layers of clouds and mist into the bowl, as if some energy was condensing within it.

Old Ancestor Zuoqiu waved his hand, producing a Formation Plate. Countless profound formation patterns floated in the air, slowly rotating, then suddenly expanding outwards. The formation patterns passed through everyone’s bodies, and also through the bodies of the Ghost Beasts, as if they were in another space—visible but untouchable.

Buzz~~

Countless formation patterns formed a giant light screen that covered the battlefield. Streams of light shuttled across the light screen, adding a touch of mystery.

Yu Anwei watched them busy themselves, unhurried and showing no intention of stopping them. She even took a moment to smile and nod at Xu Sanyan.

“Boom~”

The phantom peak crashed heavily onto the giant whale’s head. Invisible fluctuations swept in all directions, and the mist surged like a tide. The red lanterns hanging from the pavilion also swayed with it.

The air current swept through Yu Anwei’s hair, causing her beautiful locks to flutter. The red skirt she wore billowed upwards, but before Xu Sanyan could get a clear look, a slender hand pressed it down.

On the other side, the Mad Daoist was already entangled in battle with the Blood-Flesh Giant, and it seemed difficult to determine a winner for a while.

By this time, Ming Hui’s preparations were almost complete. The golden alms bowl hung inverted, pointing directly at Yu Anwei.

“Die!”

Whoosh—

In an instant, the scorching light emanating from the golden alms bowl was blinding, almost impossible to look at directly, as if it contained the sun itself. The violent power caused the space to vibrate intensely, and even light became distorted.

A supreme treasure!

Xu Sanyan was secretly startled. This golden alms bowl, like the saint ancestor sword in his hand, was one of the few supreme treasures in the world!

A rare trace of solemnity appeared on Yu Anwei’s face. She extended a hand, and an object flew out from the pavilion behind her—an embroidered fan.

The fan’s surface was embroidered with several blooming lotus flowers in gold thread, exuding an air of grandeur.

Xu Sanyan narrowed his eyes. This thing…

He had seen it before.

Back then, in the Hundred Saints Secret Realm, he had entered that pavilion once. It contained countless treasures, including even a Saint’s remains, and this fan was among them.

Then, Yu Anwei waved the fan, and a layer of white light spread out before her, upon closer inspection, it had delicate lotus flowers printed on it, exuding extreme beauty.

Boom—

The moment the two clashed, the ground beneath Xu Sanyan’s feet began to tremble. The pavilion behind Yu Anwei shook uncontrollably, the red lanterns spun wildly, and the pavilion steadily retreated in mid-air. Although the fan blocked most of the attack, the overflowing aftermath was not completely dissipated.