He calmly looked towards the sky, where another cultivator identical to the previous one appeared.

If an ordinary cultivator had fought until now, having killed a thousand times and yet still unable to kill their opponent, they would likely be disheartened and lose all will to fight. But his expression remained unchanged from the start, showing no signs of frustration or impatience, as if he firmly believed that just by slicing down one sword after another, he would surely kill his opponent.

Wei Chi Yun hovered in the high sky, his facial muscles stiff, showing no signs of emotion, yet his eyes revealed deep apprehension.

Such unwavering conviction, as unyielding as a mountain, also instilled a mysterious sense of dread in his heart.

The six Demon Sect disciples, except for Feng Haiyang, had been chosen over a hundred years ago. Although not necessarily the most powerful among their peers, each had mastered a particular Daoist Skill with great depth.

Like Wei Chi Yun, who over the centuries specialized in the White Bone Substitute Soldiers skill, abandoning all other Daoist Skills, when fighting in a swordfight, he also received assistance from the Six Great Demon Sect Elders, making him the hardest to kill among the six.

Yet after over an hour of battle, the thirty thousand Yin Evil White Bone Soldiers he had originally brought had been reduced by Xun Huaiying to over twenty thousand, making it extremely difficult to last the three hours he had initially planned.

Wei Chi Yun was not one to adhere strictly to the rules. Even though Feng Haiyang had suggested stalling this person, he did not merely defend; he did attempt to counterattack. However, regardless of whether it was Dharma Treasure or Daoist Skill, it was invariably defeated by the sword light without exception. Thus, after fighting for a short time, he completely abandoned this notion, relying solely on the Yin Evil White Bone Soldiers to entangle the opponent.

But while this technique is quite mystical, it is not without its weaknesses.

Among the thirty thousand Yin Evil White Bone Soldiers, six were formed by his own Essence Blood Spirit and would appear when used as Death Substitutes. However, even if these six Yin Soldiers were killed, he would feel nothing himself; if all were destroyed, he would die as well, making him constantly fearful of impending doom.

This Divine Skill entirely depends on a cultivator’s personal luck and depth of Daoist Skill mastery. Being able to hold out until now is already quite an achievement for him.

Within its thousands of years of history, the Haiyin Sect had cases where predecessors with bad luck were killed six times and died as such, so the more the Death Replacement Technique was used, the worse it was for him.

Just three moments before, Lu Muqiu’s "Heart Shadow Same Light" technique mysteriously terminated, coincidentally at the same time a dazzling light swept past in the heavens, causing unrest in his heart.

Situations like these often mean either Lu Muqing has been killed or the original arrangement has faced changes. Although no panic is shown on his face, he is seriously considering his escape strategy.

Without the "Inch Map Thousand Miles" technique, escaping from a Shaoqing Sword Cultivator is as difficult as climbing the heavens. But if he relies on the Death Replacement Skill, he might come up with a way to flee if determined.

At this moment, a shock ran through his heart upon seeing yet another dispatched Yin Soldier being slain. His eye twitched as he quickly performed a spell, swung his wide sleeve, and a plume of white smoke rose from a Flying Peak, coalescing in the air to create thirty-six dense clouds of yin energy, each of which birthed an identical figure.

In this battle, it was Wei Chi Yun’s first time summoning such a multitude of White Bone Ghost Soldiers at once.

Xun Huaiying’s eyes flashed with a cold light; his heart realm was transparent and sensitive, immediately sensing that the opponent had a desire to retreat.

There was no need to think deeply; either the opponent’s White Bone Substitute Soldiers numbers were dwindling, or some unforeseen changes occurred, preventing continued entanglement.

Indeed, twelve charged at him while the remaining twenty-four suddenly leapt and flew off in three different directions.

Wei Chi Yun was gambling with life here; as per the Haiyin Sect’s Middle Method, even if one Yin Evil White Bone Soldier escaped, he might safely leave. However, if unlucky and one of the six Essence Attached Body soldiers remained among those thirty-six, he would immediately face soul scattering.

Xun Huaiying swung his sword, an arc of light shot a hundred zhang away, swiftly cutting through, slicing the twelve incoming Wei Chi Yun soldiers in half, then transforming the sword upward to the southern angle, another strike decapitating eight grouped soldiers, then moved forth-east.

Moments later, this radiant, ribbon-like brilliance completed most of a circle, turning towards the final direction.

Meanwhile, due north, Zhang Yan rode sword light through the layered clouds. The Shaoqing Swordsmanship was sharp and its momentum extraordinary. Even before getting close, he saw the towering Sword Qi from afar, pressing his tunneling light down to pause and observe, spreading his sleeve to disperse the sword ball to the corners before using Mirror Light to scrutinize surrounding positions.

What Feng Haiyang chooses hinges entirely on a single thought. Perhaps he will not seek Zhou Huang but instead seize the opportunity to ambush, concealed amidst the area, a possibility not ruled out, whereas urgency was unnecessary regarding Xun Huaiying’s location. Thus, he acted calmly and composedly while investigating.

Soon, he verified there was no hindrance and put the Treasure Mirror away.

Suddenly sensing something, he looked up to see several figures flying ahead, all in white robes and high crowns, identical not only in attire but appearance, like twins. He smiled slightly, swung his wide sleeves back, stood with hands behind him, saying, "Daoist Wei Chi, seeing you in such a hurry, where might you be headed?" 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

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