"How could this happen? You were clearly hit by the Nether Ghost Hand Seal. According to Wei Wudao, you shouldn't have this kind of spiritual power!"

Xiong Yan couldn't understand and cast a questioning glance towards Wei Wudao in the distance.

At this moment, Wei Wudao was being tightly held back by Hai Teng, unable to divert his attention. He had initially thought that with his cultivation nearing the late Divine Transformation Stage, he could easily suppress Hai Teng.

But he realized he had underestimated this sea dragon!

Behind Hai Teng, there was clearly the remnant soul of a Superior Immortal assisting him. Every move and strike found a perfect counter.

Although the opponent was exhausting his life force, for the time being, it was indeed difficult for him to free himself.

At this moment, Xiong Yan's second head was also bitten off, and he was utterly panicked, a rare terror appearing in his eyes.

"Ancestor, save me!"

Xiong Yan's shrill scream sent a message to the Flame Demon Ancestor.

The Flame Demon Ancestor struck out with a palm, and the powerful force surged for miles, forcing the tree roots to retreat. Then, he turned and rushed towards Xiong Yan.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh!"

Suddenly, the speed of the tree roots increased sharply, weaving into a massive barrier, airtight from all directions, trapping the Flame Demon Ancestor inside.

"Courting death!"

Flames surged all over the Flame Demon Ancestor's body. He didn't hesitate to burn a trace of his primordial spirit, punching out with a fist. The flames formed the shadow of a demon god, crashing into the tree root barrier, only to see a black vortex appear at the point of impact, sucking his demon god shadow inside.

"What?"

The Flame Demon Ancestor was filled with doubt, staring at the strange tree beside him.

In the hollow eyes of the strange tree, a glimmer of spirit suddenly appeared.

He stared at the Flame Demon Ancestor, letting out a sinister laugh, and a cold voice echoed.

"Kid, did you enjoy that?"

At this moment, the Flame Demon Ancestor shivered all over, feeling as if he was being watched by an unparalleled fiend, his back chilled, and his scalp tingled.

But in this world, when it comes to unparalleled fiends, who could compare to him, the Flame Demon Ancestor?

He was the true fiend!

"Now, it's my turn!" the strange tree laughed sinisterly.

……

In the blink of an eye.

Xiong Yan was eaten until only his upper body remained, with just one head left, the place where his life force was strongest, all his blood energy concentrated there.

But with such severe injuries, even with his physical body, it was hard to bear.

More terrifying was that his Great Brahma Blood Demon Body was nearing its end, and then his regenerative ability would cease to exist.

The arrogance in Xiong Yan's eyes vanished, leaving only deep fear.

Despite his arrogance, confidence, and fearless combat style, exchanging injury for injury.

But when truly facing death, his true colors showed, his body went limp, face pale, trembling like a leaf, all dignity forgotten.

"Ancestor, save me! I don't want to die!"

A shrill scream came from Xiong Yan's mouth.

"Wei Wudao, save me! I'll give you whatever benefits you want, seventy percent of the spoils! I don't want them!"

Amidst the siege of insects and ants, Xiong Yan wailed continuously.

The onlookers in the distance, seeing this scene, all secretly clicked their tongues.

The number one genius of the Blood Refining Sect, the most hopeful to ascend in history, ended up in such a pitiful state, his disgrace exposed.

The more domineering he was before, the more humiliating his begging now.

Xu Hei's eyes were cold, devoid of joy or sorrow, standing with dual swords at his sides, simultaneously casting the Earth Prison Technique, layering Xiong Yan's possible escape routes, and setting up formation flags all around, his spiritual power fully mobilized.

Today, he would spare no cost to kill this person, leaving no chance!

"Xu Hei, I beg you not to kill me, just let me go, I'll do anything!" Xiong Yan wailed.

Xu Hei said, "You seem capable of self-detonation, why not use it?"

A desperate strike from someone at the Divine Transformation Stage was something everyone had to guard against.

If truly pushed, burning all primordial spirit for a self-detonation, even if one could win, it would be a painful victory.

This was why those at the Divine Transformation Stage were hard to kill.

A resolute look flashed in Xiong Yan's eyes, and he gritted his teeth, "As long as you don't kill me, I can tell you some secrets about the Blood Refining Sect!"

Upon hearing this, Xu Hei raised an eyebrow and said, "Oh? Let's hear it first. If you can reveal the Flame Demon Ancestor's weaknesses, I might consider it."

"Alright, I'll tell you now!" Xiong Yan hurriedly said.

The Flame Demon Ancestor, hearing this, immediately glared with rage and shouted, "Xiong Yan, what are you saying?!"

"The Flame Demon Ancestor, he..." Xiong Yan was about to speak.

Suddenly, countless black needles shot out from the shadows, piercing his body like a sieve, the poison within completely sealing Xiong Yan's spiritual power.

"Kill!"

Xu Hei launched the final attack, all spirit insects swarmed, the mountain pressed down, the flying sword teleported, all methods unleashed.

In Xiong Yan's terrified gaze, all attacks arrived in an instant.

"Zzz..."

Xiong Yan's remaining physical body was directly destroyed, in panic, he could only detonate three blood beads, causing three violent explosions, unleashing a towering blood glow.

Xu Hei's insect swarm was mostly wiped out, three Berserk Insect Kings had some limbs blown off, falling to the side.

As for Xiong Yan, he was already reduced to nothing, body and spirit destroyed.

Even his primordial spirit, Xu Hei didn't attempt to refine, but instead used the most brutal means to obliterate it completely, leaving no trace.

Thus, Xiong Yan perished!

In front of everyone, he died at Xu Hei's hands.

Even when facing death, Xiong Yan only burned thirty percent of his primordial spirit, not even launching a desperate self-detonation. Otherwise, even if Xu Hei could block it, he would inevitably suffer damage.

Those three Berserk Insect Kings wouldn't have survived either.

This was partly due to Xu Hei's cunning, but if it were Xue Fengzi and others, they would have self-detonated long ago, never begging for mercy, nor giving Xu Hei a chance to scheme.

At this moment, everyone retreated, and the scene fell into an eerie silence.

Xu Hei raised his hand, and the three Berserk Insect Kings circled around him. Xu Hei stepped on his flying sword, rising into the air.

The Ten-thousand-year Cold Marrow was in his hand, the other hand held the Lunar Mystic Fire, two strands of Dragon Qi swirled at his brow, with Night Demon Wings behind him.

His gaze fixed on Wei Wudao, his voice cold and filled with killing intent, "Gentlemen, shall we continue?"

Wei Wudao's face turned extremely grim.

Xiong Yan had been eliminated by Xu Hei before he could defeat Hai Teng.

As a result, he was now facing a two-on-one situation.

What frightened him even more was that in the distance, the Flame Demon Ancestor was at a disadvantage.

That strange tree had undergone some change, suddenly gaining intelligence, displaying all sorts of incredible divine abilities, trapping the Flame Demon Ancestor in a tree prison, bombarding him relentlessly, completely suppressing him.