852: Zhang Wanling's Withering and Flourishing: Senluo's Strangulation

This vortex was not an energy storm, but was composed of countless dense, twisting, and writhing Evil Qi runes.

Those runes, like twisted earthworms, constantly writhed within the vortex, emitting a pulling and erosive force that made even the Soul tremble.

The moment the vortex appeared, it erupted with a terrifying suction force.

That suction was like a bottomless black hole, targeting the Frost Monarch and the Heavenly Fire Monarch directly.

The surrounding air was rapidly sucked into the vortex, emitting sharp whistling sounds, as if it were the wailing of countless aggrieved Souls.

The Frost Monarch stood proudly, his entire body exuding a chilling aura that struck terror into the heart.

He raised his hands and let out a low shout; the Ice Soul Profound Flame, which could originally freeze all things, surged toward the target like a winding Dragon, carrying a bone-chilling cold.

Wherever it passed, the air instantly condensed into ice shards, and everything around it seemed to have been pressed with a pause button, losing its original vitality and vigor.

However, the moment this Ice Soul Profound Flame touched the edge of the black Evil Qi vortex, it was as if it had encountered its nemesis!

That black Evil Qi, like a demon from the Nine Nether Abyss, emitted a nauseating, putrid stench.

Like a maggot clinging to bone, it stuck tightly to the Ice Soul Profound Flame, frantically eroding and devouring the Ice-attribute energy Origin within the cold current.

Each instance of erosion was accompanied by a tremor from the Ice Soul Profound Flame, as if it were struggling in pain.

The Ice-attribute energy Origin was stripped away and converted bit by bit, eventually turning into even filthier, dead, and silent Evil Qi; this Evil Qi permeated the area, making the surrounding air even more oppressive and heavy.

The Frost Monarch felt as if the power he had released had been thrown into a filthy quagmire, rapidly losing its activity.

The ice crystal armor surrounding his body emitted "crack, crack" sounds of shattering; that originally indestructible armor now appeared like fragile glass, with cracks appearing all over it.

His expression became extremely ugly for the first time, but after taking a deep breath, he returned to his indifferent demeanor.

"Killing you all is the same!"

Meanwhile, the situation on the Heavenly Fire Monarch's side was much the same.

With eyes wide with rage, he waved his hands, and the crimson flames that could burn through the eight wildernesses surged out from his hands like a raging sea of fire.

These crimson flames had an extremely high temperature; wherever they passed, rocks melted and trees burned, as if they were going to turn the entire world into ashes.

However, when these crimson flames encountered the shroud of the white Evil Qi, it was as if they had been doused with invisible Weak Water.

The white Evil Qi carried an extreme Yin cold and deathly silence; it did not freeze the flames like ordinary cold air, but instead penetrated directly into them, like a greedy Vampire, frantically depriving the flames of the vitality and violent energy contained within.

Each deprivation caused the light of the crimson flames to dim by a fraction and their temperature to drop by a degree.

The Heavenly Fire Monarch felt as if his flames had encountered a natural enemy; the scorching high temperature was rapidly neutralized, and the violent destructive power withered quickly like a deflating balloon.

His body, composed of flames, fluctuated illusorily, as if it could dissipate at any moment.

"Damn bastards! You two are truly like lingering ghosts?!"

The vortex Domain formed by the black and white Evil Qi was like a gigantic millstone, emitting a powerful suction force.

It forcibly dragged the power of the Frost Monarch and the Heavenly Fire Monarch into it, like throwing two boulders into a turbulent river, instantly causing them to be scattered by the surging current.

Within the vortex Domain, the two powers were constantly torn, devoured, and converted, emitting bursts of piercing roars, as if they were the wailing from Hell.

The Frost Monarch and the Heavenly Fire Monarch had to divert the vast majority of their focus and power to resist this bizarre erosion.

They waved their hands continuously, attempting to break free from this powerful restraint.

However, this black and white Evil Qi was like a maggot clinging to bone, tightly wrapping around them, making it difficult for them to break free.

The fatal blow they had aimed at Mu Buhua was abruptly interrupted and delayed; that attack, which had originally been a sure thing, now became weak and powerless.

Mu Buhua's constantly tense nerves instantly relaxed, and the pressure drastically decreased.

A sharp light exploded in her eyes, and a sinister yet gratified smile appeared on her withered face.

"Good! It came at just the right time!"

She cheered inwardly and, without hesitation, seized this fleeting opportunity in battle.

"Boom!"

That living great shield, which had long been on the verge of shattering, was actively detonated by her.

This living great shield had been refined by her using a special secret technique and contained powerful vitality and defensive capabilities.

At this moment, with a loud bang, the great shield instantly exploded, and the violent dark green energy, mixed with corrosive sap and broken wooden thorns, splashed in all directions like countless poisonous arrows.

These poisonous arrows were extremely fast and powerful, instantly forcing back the closest Qian Phantom Feather.

Qian Phantom Feather did not expect such a turn of events; he flashed his figure, attempting to dodge these poisonous arrows, but some of them still struck his protective energy, emitting a "sizzling" sound.

The rhythm of his sky-filling wing blade radiance was also completely disrupted, and his originally orderly attacks became chaotic.

At the same time, Mu Buhua slammed her withered hands onto the ground.

She chanted something, her voice low and powerful.

"Myriad Spirits Wither and Flourish · Forest of Death Strangling!"

As her voice fell, the ground in the core area of the Kunlun Mountains shook violently.

It was as if a sleeping giant beast had been awakened; the earth began to tremble, and cracks continuously spread.

Countless incredibly thick, dark green vines covered in sharp wooden thorns and sucker-like mouthparts emerged from the ground, like giant pythons that had slept for hundreds of millions of years waking up, carrying a destructive power.

When these vines drilled out from underground, they brought up a large amount of soil and rocks, leaving the surrounding ground in a mess.

These vines were no longer simple plants; they were entwined with a rich power of Wither and Flourish, as if they had been endowed with a living Soul.

At times they were full of vitality and incredibly tough, like thick iron chains, tightly wrapping around everything nearby.

At other times, they instantly withered and turned into poisonous dust; that dust permeated the air, carrying a pungent odor that made one want to vomit; they were unpredictable, making them impossible to guard against.

The target of these terrifying vines was very clear—the Winged Clan Alliance Leader, Qian Phantom Feather!

Relying on his transcendent speed and spatial abilities, Qian Phantom Feather was originally the most troublesome one among the three monarchs.

His figure was like a ghost, flickering uncertainly on the battlefield, making him difficult to track.

However, at this moment, he was briefly interfered with by the shockwave from Mu Buhua's shield explosion, and was also tightly entangled by the eight Clones that were fearless of death and lunged forward frantically, dragging their broken bodies.

Although these eight Clones were not as strong as Qian Phantom Feather, their attacks were exceptionally fierce, forcing Qian Phantom Feather to divide his attention to deal with them.

His figure experienced an extremely brief stagnation, and it was in this instant that countless giant python-like vines, carrying a piercing sound of breaking through the air and a thick aura of Wither and Flourish, wove into an airtight giant net of death from all directions—above, below, left, and right.

Instantly, they completely enveloped, entangled, and tightened around Qian Phantom Feather along with his surrounding phantom Clones.