After Feng Haiyang’s Mana-manifested body was scattered once more, he had already dived deep into the Tribulation Water. At this moment he suddenly saw a band of scarlet Rainbow Light shoot over; wherever that radiance passed, it was as if rotten wood were being smashed apart, the surrounding Tribulation Water instantly melted and disintegrated, no longer existing.

His gaze involuntarily hardened; he could tell this Fire was an immense threat and could not be allowed to erode further, otherwise the Tribulation Water would surely be broken apart.

If he were still at his peak, dealing with this spell would be simple enough—he would merely need to rouse all of his Mana and press it back down.

But after fighting to this point, his Mana was already far inferior to what it had been at the start, and he could only change tactics.

In this swordfight he had either driven out or slain the Xuanmen Disciples, and had thought he could successfully obstruct the Junyang Essence from flowing into the Xuanmen, yet had never expected that in the end he would be forced by Zhang Yan into such a wretched situation.

If he was even the slightest bit careless, he might well fall and die here.

He drew in a breath and pressed down his tangled thoughts, rapidly casting several spells in succession. Before the Tribulation Water and that True Light met, he actually took the initiative to divide the tide in two, slipping aside to evade it.

Zhang Yan would never permit such a thing. He pointed a finger, Red Flames leapt and surged, shooting forth like Flame Arrows, invading as they advanced. Yet whenever they drew near, the Tribulation Water always managed to avoid them a step in advance; even if it brushed for the briefest instant, it only refined away a small portion and did no great harm. If it continued like this, he feared that before he could melt even two or three parts of the Tribulation Water, the Fire Element True Light would first exhaust itself.

A look of admiration rose in Zhang Yan’s eyes. Feng Haiyang was indeed worthy of being a Demon Sect Practitioner who had been at Nascent Soul for nearly three hundred years; in how he circulated and controlled this Tribulation Water, he pushed subtlety and finesse to the utmost. Even now, when his Mana seemed insufficient to the eye, in direct combat he actually did not fall into disadvantage.

He had trod the path of Cultivation for over a hundred years, yet in this one aspect he was still not equal to this man. However, he was not without countermeasures.

His eyes flashed—since you rely on cleverness, then I shall break it with sheer force!

He gave a deep shout, shattered the remnant Primordial Spirits and bodies of the three Demon Sect Elders all at once, then drove the Nine Capturing Demon Scroll, turning them in a single breath into his own Mana. At once his spirit was a hundred times more vigorous. With a turn of his Cultivation Technique, he lifted his body upward, in an instant growing to a height of a hundred zhang, towering like a mountain, piercing into Yunxiao.

Zhang Yan lowered his head and looked down, mustering all of his Body Power, and smashed a fist down toward the black, turbid tide below!

The formless force of the blow swept out like a狂风卷境; for a moment between Heaven and Earth even sound vanished. The surging waters suddenly stalled, a section of them sagging downward; only after a brief pause did a heaven-collapsing roar resound. That stretch of Tribulation Water abruptly shattered, turning into countless droplets that filled the sky. The Red Flames True Light above now descended in their wake, whistling down to devour and gnaw it apart. Within several li, the Fire gathered in one place all at once, like burning rivers and boiling seas, sending up ten thousand strands of turbid Qi and flying vapor. 𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂

After unleashing this blow, Zhang Yan suddenly let out a long, sky-shaking howl. Stepping forward beneath his feet, with every step he took, he blasted out a punch; the Tribulation Water below burst apart in succession, his momentum like splitting mountains and crushing peaks. Thunderous booms rolled on and on; the previous peal had barely faded when the next came, surging back and forth without cease.

Under such earth-shattering, wildly ferocious assaults, any exquisite transformations were rendered useless.

Feng Haiyang tried several times to come forward, yet could find no opening to display his Divine Skills. With no other choice, he could only retreat backward, temporarily avoiding the sharp edge.

Once he had reached a distance, he continuously pondered countermeasures in his mind, thinking to himself in secret: "Though I can immediately recall the Tribulation Water and depart, doing so would reveal the location of my own True Body. Zhang Yan’s Escape Skill is profound, and he has many methods difficult to predict; this course absolutely must not be taken."

Though this Tribulation Water could be gathered and dispersed at will, the faster it was recalled, the more Mana it consumed. Besides, Zhang Yan was now uprightly using force to压人; if he did not quickly think of some sound stratagem, then even if he chose to flee, delaying a few moments more would likewise be of no use.

After carefully weighing things for a while, he silently examined himself and found that his current Mana was less than one-third of what it had been. If he continued such fierce fighting as before, he could hold out at most one or two hours; if in that time he still could not defeat Zhang Yan, then he would never again have any chance of overcoming the other.

"This Zhang Yan bears a Power Technique; to kill him I must slay him in a single strike, otherwise there is no possibility of victory. It seems I can only use that method."

He was also an exceedingly tenacious man; even in such an unfavorable situation he had not lost his fighting spirit. Once his plan was settled, he changed his spells, and his figure suddenly vanished; when he reappeared, he was already standing atop the Tribulation Water.

Zhang Yan was in the midst of heartily swinging his fists, continually breaking open the Tribulation Water. At this moment he sensed something, turned his gaze, and saw Feng Haiyang emerge. Without the slightest hesitation, he swung back with a punch. With a boom, he smashed this opponent to pieces. Yet a few breaths later, Feng Haiyang’s figure appeared again on another side, seemingly intending to draw near and display his Divine Skills. Zhang Yan cast his spell and let out a great shout, his voice shaking the four quarters, and once more shattered him apart.