Yuan Ming's Divine Sense swept across, dimly recognizing a few of the refining corpses identities—indeed, they were the Cloud Desolate Alliance's cultivators previously sent to Zhao Country to block the advance of the Wu Yue Sect's army.

These refining corpses were evidently mostly crafted from the cultivator corpses collected by the Wu Yue Sect.

Before Yuan Ming and others could react, thousands of refining corpses had already pounced over, forcing the Cloud Desolate Alliance's army to divert some of their manpower to deal with these black-red refining corpses.

In a certain battle group, a Foundation Establishment cultivator who was a large man took the lead, slashing at one of the black-red refining corpses with all his might.

With a "splurch," the refining corpse's right arm was chopped off.

However, the black-red refining corpse didn't care at all, its legs bent and it instantly leapt forward several feet. Its left hand effortlessly pierced through the Foundation Establishment big man's Protective Clothing and into his lower abdomen.

"You..." The man's mouth sprayed fresh blood, his face filled with disbelief.

The black-red refining corpse swung its arm upwards, almost splitting the man's body into two halves, dead beyond the shadow of a doubt.

At the same time, a blood-colored vortex on the ground shot out streams of Blood Light, merging into the body of the refining corpse, rapidly healing the broken bones at its right arm.

The black-red refining corpse continued to advance, searching for its next target.

Similar scenarios played out repeatedly, with the assistance of the blood light from this blood-colored vortex, these refining corpses, even if their arms and legs were severed, or even if they were sliced in two, as long as they weren't blown into fragments, could quickly recover and continue attacking as if nothing had happened.

Although these refining corpses possessed little spiritual intelligence, their fearless ferocity meant that ordinary Foundation Establishment cultivators couldn't stand against them, with a few powerful ones even matching the Core Formation cultivators blow for blow.

With the help of these black-red refining corpses, the pressure on the Wu Yue Sect cultivators suddenly decreased, and they quickly resisted the onslaught of the Cloud Desolate Alliance.

Seeing this scene, the seasoned Nascent Soul cultivators of the Cloud Desolate Alliance were about to take action, but they were stopped by a telepathic message from Tian Jizi.

"Do not act rashly, our target is to deal with Lord Nether Moon God and the Blood Demon Ancestor, we must not be reckless!"

Hearing this, they had no choice but to halt their movements.

Yuan Ming's gaze swept over the enormous blood-colored vortex, simultaneously releasing his Divine Sense into it, a trace of surprise flashing in his eyes.

This vortex was filled with an immensely abundant Qi-Blood Power, and its source seemed to extend to the very depths of the ground. Even with his Divine Sense, he couldn't probe its limit.

"Could this be some kind of transportation Forbidden?" he muttered to himself.

"This is not a Forbidden, but a Blood Spirit Vein," Xi Ying said.

"A Blood Spirit Vein? There is such a Spirit Vein?" Yuan Ming was startled.

"The Spirit Veins of the world are not limited to the Five Elements Spiritual Veins, there are also Yin Spirit Veins, Yang Spirit Veins, Blood Spirit Veins, Thunder Spirit Veins, and so on, just extremely rare. This Blood Spirit Vein looks quite substantial, having formed a Gathering Spirit Blood River, which is indeed uncommon," Xi Ying explained.

"Gathering Spirit Blood River, could it be similar to a Gathering Spirit Object like the Gathering Spirit Tree?" Yuan Ming asked.

"Exactly. Once transformed into a Gathering Spirit Blood River, this Blood Spirit Vein can move its location freely and won't be confined to one place," Xi Ying replied.

Atop a low hill in the distance of the battlefield, a woman in green robes stood in the void, it was Xi Qian, with Huazhi standing next to her.

Xi Qian had just awakened, her Mana unstable, hence Xi Ying had not let her join the battle.

Yuan Ming, concerned that the Wu Yue Sect might have some hidden tricks, instructed Huazhi to stay close and protect Xi Qian.

"This Gathering Spirit Blood River is interesting, Little Huazhi, want to go and explore it with me?" Xi Qian suggested.

"Okay." Huazhi was also interested in the blood-colored vortex.

Xi Qian raised her hand to Huazhi's shoulder, a thick layer of green light emerging on her body, then they flashed into the ground.

Yuan Ming glanced at the location where Xi Qian and Huazhi were, and said nothing.

Exploring the peculiarities of this Gathering Spirit Blood River might be good for the two of them.

"Regardless of what kind of Spirit Vein it is, Master, we should make a move quickly. That Tian Jizi is overly cautious, merely squandering our chance to fight!" Vajra said.

Before Yuan Ming could respond, Vajra had already transformed into a Golden Shadow and dashed out, heading straight for two Nascent Soul cultivators dressed in Southern Border attire—Zi Lei and Chi Xiao from the Double Immortals Sect.

"Vajra, do not act recklessly!" Yuan Ming urgently shouted.

However, Vajra moved like lightning, already arriving in front of the two from the Double Immortals Sect. His arms suddenly emitted loud "crack" sounds, abruptly bulking up as he smashed forth in the void.

With a "thundering" sound,

Two substantive gusts of fist wind swept across, wherever it passed, the void emitted bursts of thundering sounds.

Just then, a black long saber tore through the void, ruthlessly chopping toward Vajra.

The black saber was three feet long, with a ferocious ghost head on the handle and nine large copper rings embedded along the spine of the blade, slicing through the air. The potent Sword Energy formed an airtight field of air, easily shredding Vajra's fist winds, enveloping his body within it,

Yuan Ming's brow twitched, the aura of this black ghost head saber not inferior to his Ghostly Soul White Bone Banner. In terms of killing power, it was even greater than the White Bone Banner, and the saber even contained a malicious aura that shot towards the heavens. The latest chapters are always available first on *.

"Could this be the Heavenly Ghost Magic Saber?" he wondered internally.

Based on the information previously provided by Xi Ying, the Wu Yue Sect had three major sect-defining Spiritual Treasures, with the Ghostly Soul White Bone Banner being one of them, and this black long saber likely another Spiritual Treasure, the Heavenly Ghost Magic Saber.

In the midst of these thoughts, Yuan Ming's figure flickered and disappeared, then reappeared near Vajra, throwing a punch.

With a "boom," oscillations burst forth in the void ahead, a palace-sized blood-colored fist shadow shot forth, striking upon the Sword Energy field of the Heavenly Ghost Magic Saber, ruthlessly shattering it.

The blood-colored fist shadow transformed into a giant blood-colored hand, grabbing Vajra and flying backwards.

As Lord Nether Moon God's expression darkened, the Heavenly Ghost Magic Saber's dark light surged, slashing toward the giant blood hand.

However, Yuan Ming was quicker, his foot stomping the void.

Boom!

A blood-colored phantom leg appeared out of nowhere, carrying a force that could move mountains and seas, stomping toward several Wu Yue Sect Cultivators nearby.

The Nascent Soul cultivators of Wu Yue Sect below were about to scatter and escape, but a tremendous force arrived in an instant.

Their bodies felt as if they were being crushed by a giant peak, completely immobilized, and they were about to be smashed into a pulp by the blood-colored leg phantom.

"Turn the phantom leg into the intangible!" Lord Nether Moon God hadn't expected Yuan Ming to act so swiftly and, unable to pursue, he pointed in the air and commanded.

The blood-colored leg phantom suddenly dispersed, turning into scattered blood lights.

The pressure on the several Nascent Soul cultivators lifted, and they scrambled away as if they had been granted amnesty.

Yuan Ming, along with Vajra, retreated to his original position, looked at the scattered blood lights, and muttered to himself, "So that's how it is, the 'speak and follow' of the Spoken Witch works this way."

Now that his Divine Soul Power had recovered, his senses were much sharper than before. Just as the Nether Moon God had uttered the Magic Words, his Divine Soul Power had silently merged into the blood-colored leg phantom.

The soul power of the Spoken Witch had the Divine Skill to control others' mana, even objects, and could cause the blood-colored leg phantom to disintegrate from within.

The combat between Yuan Ming and the Nether Moon God was incredibly fast. It was only at this moment that Tian Jizi and the others reacted, hurrying forward.

"Fellow Daoist Yuan, are you all right?" Tian Jizi asked.

"It's nothing." Yuan Ming shook his head.

Tian Jizi sighed in relief. Right now, Yuan Ming was the only one with Returning to Void Combat Power in the Cloud Desolate Alliance; he couldn't afford any mishaps.

"Fellow Daoist Yuan, in your opinion, given the current situation, how should we proceed?" he asked through a transmission.

Although the Cloud Desolate Alliance was gaining the upper hand in the overall battle, the situation for them was not so clear.

If it came to general Nascent Soul cultivators, the Cloud Desolate Alliance had more, but Wu Yue Sect had two with Returning to Void Combat Power—Nether Moon God and Blood Demon Ancestor. Yuan Ming could at most handle one, and without a good strategy, acting rashly would definitely lead to a big loss, which was why Tian Jizi had hesitated.

Just then, Xi Ying flew over from behind and landed in front of everyone.

"Leave the Nether Moon God to me!"

"Sunset Envoy, you..." Tian Jizi was stunned.

"Then I'll leave it to you," Yuan Ming nodded and said.

"Fellow Daoist Yuan, are you sure it's okay?" Tian Jizi asked through a transmission.

He knew Xi Ying was a high-level soul cultivator with great strength, but how could he possibly match the Nether Moon God?

Before Yuan Ming could speak, Xi Ying no longer hid his soul power, and the vast soul power of the Word Witch Realm burst forth.

"A Word Witch! How is that possible! Who are you?" The Nether Moon God was taken aback, staring fixedly at Xi Ying.

Soul cultivation in Yunhuang Continent had very few inheritances, especially high-level soul cultivators, most of whom came from Wu Yue Sect. The methods leaked out were only to the Sleeping Witch Realm, and he had never disclosed the way to breakthrough to Word Witch. How could there possibly be another Word Witch on Yunhuang Continent!

"You don't need to know," Xi Ying said indifferently, his third eye lighting up with a dazzling golden light, turning a few dozen steps around into a sea of gold.

The sea of gold was filled with flames-like soul power, which burnt away the Divine Sense of the Nether Moon God as he approached, making it impossible for him to investigate what Xi Ying was doing inside.

A magnificent golden pillar of light shot out from the sea of gold, flying straight towards the Nether Moon God like a giant arrow.

"Insect tricks!" The Nether Moon God snorted coldly, and billowing dark energy surged from his body, colliding with the golden pillar.

The fierce fluctuation of soul power exploded, yet they were evenly matched.

Xi Zheng, watching from a distance, remained calm, but his heart surged with astonishment.

Yuan Ming was a Body of Wanxiang Body Cultivator, and his own daughter had also advanced to Word Witch without so much as a whisper, no wonder the two had been so articulate and confident that they could challenge Wu Yue Sect and the Demon World.

Xi Zheng quickly calmed down; the current situation of Wu Yue Sect and the Demon World seemed increasingly complex and illusory, following them down one path might not necessarily be the best choice.

Not far away, Ni Mu watched expressionless, but his eyes flickered continually.

He and Yuan Ming and Xi Ying had faced each other many times before, being old rivals. Initially, inside Shura Palace, his cultivation was far above Yuan's and Xi's, but over these days, Yuan Ming and Xi Ying had made leaps in strength, entering the top realms of Yunhuang Continent.

Although Ni Mu's power had also improved, it was far less compared to Yuan and Xi.

His eyes narrowed, and he clenched his fist secretly.

"Big brother..." A stunning woman under Ni Mu's command looked over, murmuring in surprise.

Not only the high ranks of Wu Yue Sect, but also the high-level cultivators of the Cloud Desolate Alliance were greatly astonished at this moment.

Yuan Ming, being a Body of Wanxiang, was already shocking enough, but now another Word Witch had emerged. Could it be that Xi Ying was the true Nether Moon God?

"So that's why Xi Ying, being a Word Witch, was able to detect my presence. This is good; with another Word Witch to assist, that matter will be even more secure," an aged voice echoed in Luo Zhu's Sea of Consciousness from inside the purple wooden hairpin.

Lou Zhu breathed a sigh of relief, feeling somewhat frightened; the two people she had met in the Southern Border turned out to be such terrifying beings. Fortunately, she had always been on good terms with them and had not offended them.

Tian Jizi then breathed a long sigh of relief. Since Xi Ying was a Word Witch, he naturally could measure up to the Nether Moon God.

With Xi Ying's participation, the Cloud Desolate Alliance was now on par with the enemy in terms of high-end combat power.

However, he couldn't help but feel a bit resentful that Yuan Ming and Xi Ying had hidden their true strength, causing him to worry needlessly for so long.

"With Lord Nether Moon God and Sunset Envoy on our side, we must win this battle. Attack!" Tian Jizi quickly adjusted his emotions and shouted.

The Nascent Soul cultivators of the Cloud Desolate Alliance had already been eager to fight. Hearing his words, they immediately transformed into beams of tunneling light and shot forward.