941: Zhang Xuhua is showing off his power!

Before his voice could fade, Hu Lai's figure blurred once more, shifting like a wisp of drifting smoke as his offensive unfolded instantly like a violent storm.

His fighting style was extremely bizarre, making it nearly impossible to defend against.

At times, he struck like a giant bear, his thick arms raised high and slamming down with the weight of ten thousand jun.

At other times, he moved like a nimble ape, his body weaving through space with steps as light as if he were treading on clouds, his attacks cunning and ruthless, specifically targeting the opponent's defensive weaknesses.

Then, he would exude the cold aura of a venomous python, silently lurking in the shadows like a hidden viper, biding his time for a fatal strike.

Various phantom images of Yao Beasts flickered on his body; some roared like fierce tigers, others churned like flood dragons, as if his body truly had myriad Vicious Beasts sealed within it, ready to burst out at any moment.

These Yao Beast phantoms were perfectly Fused with his body, making his attacks even more unpredictable.

Baili Ziyuan, unhurried, swung his death scythe. The scythe seemed to come alive in his hands, its blade-light so dense it resembled a massive web woven from black silk, forming a pitch-black barrier of death.

Every swing of the scythe carried a grim chill capable of reaping lives, a coldness that seemed able to pierce a person's Soul and leave them shuddering with fear.

It constantly clashed with Hu Lai's Hundred Beasts Punch Force, each collision erupting in a continuous roar that sounded like rolling spring thunder, making one's eardrums ache.

The shockwaves from their battle spread out like surging ocean waves.

Nearby, Zhou Zhentian and Du Xiao, who were locked in combat with Miles and Constantine, were forced to distract themselves to evade the aftershocks.

Wherever the shockwaves reached, the surrounding air seemed to twist into irregular shapes, trees were uprooted, and stones were smashed to pieces.

“His power is... chaotic, seemingly rushed, but the Fusion is excellent, and it's still constantly increasing!”

Baili Ziyuan thought to himself, his brow furrowing slightly.

Hu Lai's attacks seemed endless; he could use any beastification ability with ease, like a master magician constantly pulling various marvelous props from a hat.

Furthermore, he was constantly switching and combining these beastification abilities, like a shrewd chess player searching for gaps in the opponent's defense to find an opportunity for a Breakthrough.

Just as the two were in the heat of battle, seemingly locked in a stalemate, Jian Changsheng—who had been closely watching the situation—had a sharp glint in his eyes, like a meteor suddenly streaking across the night sky, carrying a hint of sharpness and decisiveness.

He suddenly sent a voice transmission to Elder Antu and Elder Wang Er, who had just caught his breath.

“The Sect Leader has him pinned down! This is our chance! Save the people!”

Elder Antu's figure was the first to merge into the shadows, his body seemingly becoming one with the darkness as he bypassed the main battlefield like a ghost.

He lunged straight toward Blood Consort and Ding Lingxuan, who were suppressed by the imperial seal of china, his eyes flashing with urgency.

Elder Wang Er performed a sword gesture, transforming into a streak of sword-light that whistled through the air like a silver dragon.

Jian Changsheng formed hand Seals and chanted under his breath, the dense Life Force around him transforming into countless emerald-green, eerie vines.

These vines danced like a swarm of snakes, bursting from the ground with a mysterious and uncanny aura.

They coiled toward the golden light and the Phantom of Mountains and Rivers cast by the imperial seal of china, attempting to weaken its suppression.

The vines constantly tangled with the golden light and the phantom, making hissing sounds as if engaged in a fierce struggle.

Their movements were extremely fast and their coordination seamless.

Baili Ziyuan, who was clashing with Hu Lai, instantly perceived their intentions.

His gaze became even sharper, like two keen daggers.

“Don't even think about it!”

He snorted coldly. Facing a violent Fist-aura from Hu Lai that condensed the great strength of a Dread Crocodile—an aura that lunged at him like a surging tide—he actually didn't dodge!

Wherever the Fist-aura passed, the air seemed to ignite, making crackling sounds, and the surrounding space could be seen faintly twisting due to this powerful force.

At the very moment that the Fist-aura, capable of shattering mountains, was about to hit him, the steadily standing Baili Ziyuan's figure suddenly became illusory and transparent, like the ethereal mist drifting in the mountains.

Hu Lai threw this certain-kill punch with full force, thinking he could defeat his opponent in one go, but he never expected that this punch would hit nothing but air.

He only felt his fist sink into a void, passing through Baili Ziyuan's seemingly existent yet illusory 'body' without any sense of impact.

A flash of bewilderment and shock instantly crossed Hu Lai's face.

After passing through Baili Ziyuan's 'body,' that terrifyingly peerless punch force slammed into the air behind him.

With a deafening sonic boom, it was as if an invisible giant hand had torn the Void Realm apart; a pitch-black crack slowly spread through the air, exuding a chilling aura.

The gale stirred by the Fist-aura roared like a howling beast, causing Baili Ziyuan's illusory figure to ripple.

The figure swayed in the wind as if it might dissipate at any moment, yet the gale failed to cause him any actual harm.

“What?!”

Hu Lai couldn't help but exclaim in surprise, his pupils shrinking as a visible change appeared in his eyes for the first time.

This state of completely ignoring physical attacks was something even he, with his extensive combat experience, had not anticipated.

This was precisely one of the trump cards Baili Ziyuan had hidden for a long time—[Voidification]!

Utilizing this precious, fleeting opportunity, Baili Ziyuan, in his voidified state, was like a weightless phantom, seemingly transcending the constraints of space and ignoring the limits of distance.

His figure drifted like a ghost, instantly passing through Hu Lai's obstruction and appearing like a specter before Jian Changsheng, who was controlling the vines to weaken the suppression of the imperial seal of china.

In an instant, the voidified state was deactivated, and Baili Ziyuan's figure solidified once more.

He tightly gripped the death scythe, which emitted an eerie aura; it was as if the scythe were a demon born from the depths of Hell, carrying a deathly aura that could annihilate everything.

He A slight flick of the wrist, the death scythe slashed out like a bolt of black lightning.

Jian Changsheng had been fully focused on controlling the vines, trying to break through the suppression of the imperial seal of china.

Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he saw a black shadow flash past, and before he could react, he saw the pitch-black scythe rapidly enlarging in his vision.

“How is this possible!”

Fear instantly submerged him like a tide, and the chill of death nearly froze his Soul.

He cried out in terror and, without hesitation, pushed his Life Force to its limit.

In an instant, layers of incredibly hard Wooden Shields grew in front of him, shimmering with emerald light as if containing endless vitality and power.

At the same time, his body retreated like an arrow leaving a bow, trying to dodge this fatal strike.