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第三千三百七十章 强敌再现

Seeing Xing'er and the others had passed their crisis, Lin Xuan turned his head and projected his immensely powerful divine consciousness forward.

A mere few ten thousand miles—unimaginably distant for ordinary people—but to Lin Xuan's divine consciousness, it was easily perceptible.

Thus, a clear picture unfolded before his eyes.

Sand and stones were flying everywhere, changing the very colors of heaven and earth.

Looking around, one could feel as if they were witnessing the transformation from sea to land.

In the area he could see, dozens of mountains had already been flattened into plains.

Gullies crisscrossed the landscape, and even the void seemed fragmented.

Lin Xuan's pupils constricted. The two combatants were indeed formidable; their strength far surpassed that of Tianfei Venerable or the ghostly creature just killed.

Dark winds like ink spread across the sky, with black mists swirling everywhere. However, these layers of obstacles did not obscure Lin Xuan’s vision as he clearly saw what was happening.

Two grotesque-looking ghosts stood before him; both were much taller than ordinary humans. Despite their terrifying appearances, they shared some similarities. Their entire bodies were enveloped in raging flames.

The one on the left had a grayish-white hue from the intense heat, while the one on the right was cloaked in pitch-black ghost fire.

They remained motionless, and the outcome of the battle was clear.

The ghost on the left's eyes were wide open with disbelief, his body riddled with wounds as if pierced by countless arrows. Not only had his physical form been destroyed, but even his essence core had perished.

"Big Brother!"

Mengxue’s expression was a mix of shock and anger, her sorrow evident. Clearly, the ghostly race that lost this battle was loyal to Asura.

The living ghost belonged to Jin Yue's underlings.

How despicable!

Mengxue's eyes glowed with fury, yearning to extract their souls. She shot forward, leaving a trail of gray light behind her.

...

At the same time, more than ten thousand miles away, the siege continued at full intensity.

Countless ghostly entities swarmed towards the city like ants, overwhelming it. The once majestic celestial city now resembled a tiny boat in a storm, teetering on the brink of destruction.

More zombies were being summoned, mindless puppets that knew no fear. The sight was terrifying to behold.

Fortunately, this place served as Moon's hiding spot, meticulously prepared by Asura King in his previous life. Its defenses were formidable, and the city’s cultivators fought back with all their might, barely holding off the zombie hordes.

A stalemate emerged; neither side had a clear advantage.

"Mother of Ghosts, your vision is truly admirable. That boy's strength is beyond measure. Two out of the Five Ghouls of Yutian have already fallen. If this continues, it could end in mutual destruction."

The sinister laughter echoed through the chaos, barely noticeable amidst the battlefield. A spatial fluctuation occurred, and two figures appeared within Lin Xuan’s line of sight.

One was tall with a green face and sharp teeth, while the other was surrounded by dark mists, making their appearance indistinct but unmistakably that of an elegant woman in imperial attire.

Both were at the stage oftranscending-calamity period (Transcending Tribulation), and the woman exuded powerful abilities indicative of late-stage Transcending Tribulation cultivators.

"Ha ha. Ghost Messenger, you must have misjudged this time."

The cold voice of Mother of Hells entered Lin Xuan’s ears, with a hint of apprehension in her eyes.

"Oh? Mother of Ghosts, where do you get such an idea? Do you think the Five Ghouls of Yutian can't defeat that boy and will ultimately fall?" The so-called Ghost Messenger revealed disbelief on his face.

"Indeed."

Mother of Hells’ expression was more affirmative: "Not just you; even I have underestimated him. He is far more terrifying than anticipated, not yet at the peak of his abilities. Not to mention those Five Ghouls of Yutian; even if we were to confront him, we would need to be cautious."

"Oh? What should we do then?"

The so-called Ghost Messenger’s face showed signs of panic.

Originally, they had planned for both sides to weaken each other until they could exploit the situation. However, it seemed their expectations were overly optimistic. With the Five Ghouls' strength, they couldn't inflict significant damage on the boy.

This didn’t align with their original plans; did this mean they would have to face such a formidable enemy themselves?

The Ghost Messenger was uncertain.

"Useless things, there’s no need to panic. The Five Ghouls of Yutian can't defeat that Lin Xuan, but they are not easily manipulated either. With two down and the remaining three capable of delaying him for some time, we have enough buffer to return with our spoils…" Mother of Hells’ cold laughter echoed in his ears. She was a shrewd late-stage Transcending Tribulation cultivator.

"Are you saying…?" The Ghost Messenger’s eyes lit up as he heard this.

"Hmph, isn’t it clear? We should target the horse before the rider, and capture the king before the thief."

"Asura King is indeed an extraordinary talent. The restrictions she left behind are formidable, but she's not here. Can a few mere restrictions really stop Mother of Hells? With that Lin Xuan occupied, Moon’s subordinates have all gone out, leaving the city vulnerable. We can take her head…"

"Mother of Ghosts is truly remarkable; using the Five Ghouls to hold back the formidable enemy while we seize Asura King's head?" The Ghost Messenger's face lit up with excitement.

"Hmph, what Asura? She’s just a young girl now."

Mother of Hells’ expression was filled with disdain. "But regardless, if this plan succeeds, it will be an unprecedented achievement. Not only Jin Yue's zombie king, but the other old monsters would reward us generously. Ha ha, if my cultivation advances further, I might even become one of the Six Kings of the Underworld."

"I congratulate you, Mother of Ghosts, on achieving your long-held wish," the Ghost Messenger said with flattery.

"You just need to assist me well; then you will have benefits too."

...

Lin Xuan was unaware of all this.

Another battlefield had just determined its outcome.

The loyalists to Asura King suffered another defeat, bringing the total number of battles to five, with only one unresolved. The remaining four were evenly matched.

Mengxue’s expression was grim. If not for a fortunate chance, Xing'er and the young master would have already lost this battle. Even now, the situation was dire.

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