Yin Yang’s dance moves were grand and sweeping. With every motion, the baleful aura on the blade-wielding ghost grew denser, its strikes becoming faster and more ferocious!
So what if he was a Demigod?
Wasn't it just divinity?
As if he didn't have some too!
Sacrifice a portion of his own divinity!
Bestow divinity upon the blade-wielding ghost!
Boom!!!
A monstrous red mist erupted from the blade-wielding ghost’s body, coiling into the shape of a hideous head that let out a silent roar toward the heavens.
In that moment, its eyes turned so red they looked as if they were about to drip blood.
No one understood Yin Yang better than the blade-wielding ghost!
It knew all too well what Yin Yang had endured.
Because of that, the blade-wielding ghost completely abandoned defense, adopting a suicidal fighting style where every strike was meant to trade life for life.
If it were just the ghost alone, Mo Xiang wouldn't have spared it a second glance.
The problem was the guandao watching from the sidelines like a hungry tiger!
That made things very difficult!
As the battle grew more intense, some of the transcendents below began to lose control. Some, unable to contain their transcendent power, had even begun to transform into monsters.
Zhou Kexin was torn.
If she left now, she might never get such a good opportunity again.
But if she didn't leave, she was afraid she wouldn't be able to later.
Just then, a figure fell from the sky, slamming into the ground five or six meters away from her, his state unknown.
It was Zhao Youwei; he had ultimately failed to defeat Zhuang Liang.
Seeing this, Zhou Kexin turned and bolted!
Even a Demigod had fallen; it was time to retreat.
She currently had two choices. First, run toward Yin Yang.
According to their previous agreement, after she helped him bestow spirit upon an item, Yin Yang would give her a chance to escape with him.
So far, Yin Yang had never broken a promise, making him quite trustworthy.
Second, run toward that giant pit.
She had seen it earlier—the two new Demigods had charged out from that pit.
If people from the outside could get in, it proved those inside could get out.
In fact, she wasn't the only one thinking this; several students had already started putting the plan into action.
While dancing, Yin Yang smeared several drops of blood onto his mask. It was Mo Xiang’s blood.
He kept some of it aside, intending to use it later to track down others who shared the same bloodline.
“Sacrifice with blood, flourish in blood!”
“Consecrate the body, darken the flesh!”
“Three souls emerge, seven spirits awaken!”
“No offerings given, yet Thy name I chant!”
As Yin Yang spoke those words, Mo Xiang felt as if his head had been struck by a heavy sledgehammer!
A giant hand seemed to reach into his physical form, grabbing his soul by the crown of the head and yanking it outward!
Mo Xiang let out a muffled groan, but in the next instant, a wave of agonizing pain shot through his body, snapping him back to lucidity.
Intense pain could stimulate the soul, much like the method Yin Yang had used to escape the Sea God’s consciousness.
However, Mo Xiang’s pain wasn't self-inflicted—the blade-wielding ghost had driven a blade into his abdomen!
And it wasn't the zhanmadao; it was the sealed guandao!
Mo Xiang lashed out with a palm strike, shattering nearly half of the ghost’s head, but the ghost didn't care. Instead, it twisted the guandao again.
Mo Xiang’s divinity erupted. The massive spiritual pressure sent the blade-wielding ghost flying, but the guandao remained wedged in his stomach.
At that moment, the sensation of his soul being yanked returned!
With his divinity protecting him, he was much more resilient this time, but his soul’s strength was worlds apart compared to his opponent’s.
This time, however, he saw clearly who was pulling at his soul—it was the masked man!
‘How is this person’s soul strength so high? What’s going on? Is he a Demigod from some special pathway?’
Yin Yang continued to pull at Mo Xiang’s soul, creating openings for the blade-wielding ghost, but Jin Zi arrived.
With a single strike, Jin Zi decapitated the ghost before charging toward Yin Yang and lunging at the barrier with all his might.
Hum~
The barrier hummed, completely unscathed.
“Don't worry about me! Go kill that one too!”
“Fine!”
Jin Zi was remarkably obedient, turning around immediately to chase after Zhuang Liang.
Zhuang Liang flew at extreme speeds, not even stopping to take hostages to threaten Jin Zi.
He knew very well that the Baleful Stars weren't human at all.
Hostages?
They never cared about hostages!
If he wasted time grabbing a hostage, the extra movement would only allow them to catch up to him.
By then, his fate would be the same as the hostage’s.
Hum~
The blade-wielding ghost respawned, gripping its zhanmadao as it searched for another opening.
Yin Yang’s dance grew even more vigorous, his voice ringing out louder.
Strangely, his pronunciation this time was extremely blurred, as if his mouth were stuffed with something.
But if a linguist were present, they would realize that Yin Yang was speaking the Words of Command!
It was a language specifically used for communicating with gods.
As Yin Yang’s voice echoed, Mo Xiang discovered to his horror that the divinity on his body was rapidly dissipating!
In normal times, this might not have mattered, but right now, he was relying entirely on his divinity for protection!
It was like a lifebuoy leaking air—normally a nuisance, but a death sentence in the middle of a shipwreck!
Sure enough, the moment his divinity faded, the pulling sensation on his soul intensified!
Mo Xiang’s head buzzed, but a moment later, a fresh surge of pain forced him back to his senses.
The blade-wielding ghost had stabbed him again!
...
At the Security Bureau.
“Vice Chief! People have started coming out! they say the Bureau Chief is fine and that the situation inside is being controlled by the two Demigods from Headquarters.”
Hearing this, the Vice Chief finally breathed a sigh of relief.
“Good, good. But make sure to screen them carefully. Don't let any of those lunatics from the Shadow Lotus Church escape with the crowd.”
“Don't worry, Vice Chief. Everyone who comes out is being placed under temporary custody.”
“Good. Position more of our people around the perimeter. Once the barrier vanishes, pick them off immediately!”
“Yes, sir!”
The subordinate complied, his gaze toward the Vice Chief filled with a new level of respect. Someone who could stabilize the situation in such a crisis always inspired confidence.
“Vice Chief, they also mentioned a strange man inside. He’s wearing a robe and a mask, and at some point, he set up an altar beneath the stage.”
“When they escaped, that man was actually fighting the Demigods from Headquarters.”
“Hmm?”
“They only gave a general description, saying he’s wearing a black and red sacrificial robe and a green-faced, long-fanged mask.”
The Vice Chief frowned, lost in thought for a moment.
“That image sounds familiar... I think I’ve heard of it somewhere.”
He pondered for two full minutes before slapping his thigh.
“I remember now! A person like that appeared during the Wang City Security Bureau incident!”
“If he can go toe-to-toe with Demigods from Headquarters, that means his strength is at least at the Demigod level!”
“Report this to Headquarters immediately!”
“Yes, sir!”
The subordinate hurried out. The Vice Chief stood up and began pacing by the window.
A ‘Demigod’ who had been involved in multiple attacks on the Security Bureau... This was going to be troublesome.
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