The mantis stalks the cicada, while the old fox lurks behind.

The aura of this Bronze Armored Corpse was far more formidable than that of the one Wei He had initially refined!

But it wasn't over yet.

Xue Linglong took out a pitch-black Soul-Summoning Banner from her Storage Pouch.

As soon as the banner appeared, the surrounding temperature plummeted, and countless shrill wails emanated from its surface, as if thousands of wronged souls were struggling and weeping within it, with wisps of visible black Qi coiling around it, eerie and terrifying.

Lin Yuan did not delay either.

With a thought, the azure profound shield instantly expanded, transforming into a thick protective barrier in front of them both.

Overhead, the frost sword quietly emerged, its blade spitting out three feet of grim, white cold air, the sword light sharp and ready to strike.

"Go!" Xue Linglong shouted with all her might.

The Bronze Armored Corpse let out a roar that did not sound human from its throat, and its massive body, with an agility completely inconsistent with its size, suddenly kicked off the ground, shattering the black stone, and transformed into a black afterimage, rushing straight at the scrawny youth hovering in mid-air.

At the same time, the Soul-Summoning Banner in Xue Linglong's hand shook violently.

Hundreds of Yin spirits on the banner shrieked as they swarmed out, like a black tide of rage, sweeping towards the scrawny youth.

Yin spirits devouring the body, while not good at physical attacks, could strike directly at a Cultivator's Divine Soul, causing mental confusion at best, and severe damage to the Divine Soul, turning them into an idiot at worst.

Lin Yuan's movements were equally as fast as lightning.

He pointed his finger forward, and the frost sword hovering above his head let out a clear, resonant hum, transforming into a cold white rainbow that tore through the air, shooting towards the bearded man blocking the entrance with the force of a thunderbolt.

Seeing that the two of them could still launch such fierce offensives while poisoned, the two members of the Five Poisons Sect first flashed a look of surprise.

But immediately, that surprise was replaced by an even stronger greed.

Whether it was the Bronze Armored Corpse, the Soul-Summoning Banner, or Lin Yuan's Flying Sword, all were high-quality Magical Artifacts; these two guys were simply two walking treasure vaults!

Facing the incoming Flying Sword, the bearded man revealed a ferocious grin.

He had prepared long ago; with a flip of his palm, a thick profound iron shield engraved with runes appeared out of thin air, blocking in front of him.

"Clang—!"

A deafening sound of metal clashing rang through the cave, and the sharp sound waves caused gravel to rain down from the cave walls.

The frost sword struck the profound iron shield, splashing a long streak of dazzling sparks, and the terrifying cold air attached to the sword instantly condensed a thick layer of white frost on the shield, spreading rapidly.

The bearded man's body shook violently, forced back half a step by the immense force, the veins on his arm holding the shield bulging, but he grinned and endured it.

He had no intention of counterattacking, simply hiding himself tightly behind the shield, clearly intending to wear them down to death.

The scrawny youth in mid-air was doing the same.

He sacrificed a dark green Talisman, which ignited without fire, turning into a viscous, semi-transparent light shield that protected his entire body.

The hundreds of Yin spirits pounced on the light shield, making "hissing" corrosive sounds; the light shield fluctuated violently but was difficult to break through for a moment.

At the same time, he controlled several poison-laced Flying Swords, constantly tangling with the Bronze Armored Corpse, also only defending and not attacking, not seeking to hurt the enemy, only to protect himself.

Their intentions were too obvious.

The cave space was already narrow, and they were guarding the passage from above and below, waiting for the poison of the Spirit-Dissolving Powder to take full effect.

Xue Linglong's heart sank to the bottom.

Beads of sweat as large as beans were already seeping from her forehead; just from the short time she had spent driving the Bronze Armored Corpse and the Soul-Summoning Banner, she clearly felt that over seventy percent of the magic power in her body had become heavy as iron, almost impossible to mobilize.

If this continued, in less than ten breaths, she would completely turn into a Mortal with no magic power!

A flash of bloodthirsty ruthlessness flickered wildly in her eyes.

She gritted her teeth, clenched her fist, and smashed it hard against the Danzhong acupoint on her chest.

"Puff!"

A large mouthful of crimson Natal Essence Blood was forcibly squeezed out by her.

The essence blood did not fall to the ground, but transformed into a strange blood mist, all of which sprayed onto the Soul-Summoning Banner.

Blood Sacrifice Secret Technique! At the cost of burning essence blood, forcibly wake up the strongest main soul sleeping in the banner!

Lin Yuan's pupils shrank sharply.

This woman is ruthless enough!

This move was immensely powerful but had endless future troubles, especially in her current state; if she was not careful, she would be backlashed by the main soul, her Divine Soul would be destroyed, and her body and spirit would vanish!

The Soul-Summoning Banner that had absorbed the essence blood saw all its black light retract, replaced by sky-piercing blood light, as if a blood sun had risen in the cave.

On the surface of the banner, a female figure in a palace dress with a blurry face was slowly floating out, and a terrifying pressure far exceeding all previous Yin spirits descended with a boom!

Lin Yuan's pupils suddenly shrank.

This Xue Linglong is truly worthy of being a leader of the younger generation of the Yin Corpse Sect!

The main soul that could only be summoned by using essence blood as a guide in this Soul-Summoning Banner had an aura so formidable that it vaguely reached the level of the Foundation Establishment Early Stage!

Seeing this red-clothed ghost, the two people opposite changed color in unison, the composure of a cat playing with a mouse on their faces instantly replaced by fear.

"Junior Brother, not good! It's a Foundation Establishment level ghost! Quickly hold on!"

The bearded man shouted loudly to remind the person above while desperately resisting the frost sword.

"As long as we block this last attack, they will be turtles in a jar!"

As soon as the red-clothed ghost appeared, it opened its mouth for a silent scream and sucked in fiercely.

The hundreds of Yin spirits that were attacking the scrawny youth in vain immediately seemed to receive a supreme decree, turning into black smoke one after another, shrieking and scrambling to pour into its body.

As it absorbed each Yin spirit, its aura grew stronger, its form became more solid, and on that face that was originally blurry, a pair of eyes full of resentment and pain even appeared.

In the blink of an eye, its aura had climbed to the peak.

Subsequently, the red-clothed ghost's figure flickered, and monstrous blood evil energy condensed around its body, turning into a blood-colored tide mixed with countless wails and twisted faces, rushing madly towards the scrawny youth!

This blood evil impact was domineering and unparalleled; wherever it passed, even the air made a "hissing" sound of being corroded. If hit head-on, not only would the Physical Body be dissolved and corroded, but the Divine Soul would also suffer heavy damage.

Facing this blow, the composure on the scrawny youth's face vanished, replaced by deep gravity and shock.

He dared not have the slightest negligence, crazily slapping several high-level defensive Talismans on his body, while keeping a thick profound iron shield tightly in front of him.

"Boom!!"

The blood-colored tide slammed hard into all of the scrawny youth's defenses.

The several defensive spiritual lights he had propped up were like bubbles in the sun; they didn't even last a breath before shattering one after another.

The blood evil energy finally struck the profound iron shield, making a tooth-aching corrosive sound; the shield's spiritual light instantly dimmed, and the sturdy shield surface was corroded into pits, almost scrapped on the spot.

The scrawny youth was hit as if by a mountain, flying backward like a broken sack, smashing heavily against the stone wall above, letting out a muffled groan, and gravel rained down.

However, under his desperate defense, the power of this blood evil energy was also worn down by eighty or ninety percent.

Although his face was as pale as paper and blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, clearly suffering non-trivial internal injuries, he had finally saved his life.

On the other side, Xue Linglong, having finished unleashing this ultimate strike, saw the blood color on her face fade completely, her delicate body swaying in mid-air.

The red-clothed ghost in mid-air, having received no further instructions to attack, actually turned its head slowly, a pair of eyes burning with madness and resentment staring fixedly at its master, Xue Linglong.

A fierce and murderous aura of devouring its master was emitted without concealment.