"Use your Spiritual Power to shatter his Yin Soul!" King Wumeng ordered.

Just at that moment, the Sword of Dust within Chen Hao's body suddenly surged throughout his blood, and he transformed into a clump of dust, seeping through the dense blades and the thousands of Cavalry surrounding him, dripping down to the ground below.

Seeing this, both King Wumeng and King Qingyu were shocked, and the Cavalry who had encircled Chen Hao were also stunned, retracting the Spiritual Power they were about to exert on Chen Hao.

"This seems to be King Mieji's move!" King Wumeng said urgently to King Qingyu, his face showing disbelief.

King Qingyu nodded his head, his memory of the deceased King Mieji's moves still fresh.

"Could it be that Chen Hao disappeared these past few days to the legendary Dust Realm?" King Wumeng continued, "Didn't King Mieji claim that he destroyed the Dust Realm, said he personally killed the Dust King and then took away the Sword of Dust? Could it all have been a lie?"

"It's also possible that when Chen Hao killed King Mieji, he absorbed King Mieji's Spiritual Power and took away his Sword of Dust," King Qingyu suggested, defending King Mieji.

King Wumeng scoffed, "Clearly, this kid Chen Hao is much stronger than King Mieji, and the Sword of Dust in his hand can summon undead soldiers, how could he just absorb King Mieji's Spiritual Power!"

King Qingyu had no reply, and after a stunned moment, he sighed meaningfully, "Indeed!"

By then, the dust that Chen Hao had turned into had reached the ground where a mountain had just been split in two by a stone serpent beast. Suddenly that dust flashed a brighter gold light and then coalesced back into Chen Hao.

"Hold him, don't let him escape!" King Wumeng shouted to the soldiers surrounding Chen Hao.

As soon as his words fell, Chen Hao, just opening his eyes and regaining consciousness at that moment, summoned a Nether Acupoint above his head and then hid inside it.

King Wumeng huffed in disappointment, regretting the missed opportunity to take down Chen Hao; beside him, King Mieji also silently let out a sigh of sympathy.

Suddenly, a purple crack appeared above the heads of the fifty thousand Ghost King's army.

"Ah!" The soldiers exclaimed, looking up at the crack, and so did King Wumeng and King Qingyu.

To King Wumeng's surprise, Chen Hao did not flee, but instead reappeared from that crack.

"King Wumeng, what does this kid want to do?" King Qingyu asked urgently, suddenly having a bad premonition.

"Ah!" After a roar, Chen Hao closed his eyes and used a newly comprehended move—the Nether Acupoint of Ten Thousand!

In an instant, an enormous black-purple vortex appeared in the sky, capable of covering all fifty thousand soldiers. The surrounding light also dimmed as if the sky had collapsed and the end of days had come!

When he opened his eyes, Chen Hao looked down, his target not being King Wumeng or King Qingyu individually, but all the soldiers of the Ghost King below.

"No!" At this moment, Ye Yuqiao, who was at the main peak of the Huiyin Mountains, shook her head, her face filled with worry. Based on Chen Hao's memories and the level of his current Spiritual Power, using the Nether Acupoint of Ten Thousand on so many people seemed a bit forced.

Nonetheless, Chen Hao still forced it.

"What's the matter?" Seeing such a huge vortex suddenly appear in the sky, the fifty thousand soldiers were all astonished.

After a while, nothing happened, all was calm.

King Wumeng and King Qingyu looked at each other, just as King Wumeng was about to speak, the vortex in the sky started to spin, picking up speed rapidly.

And Chen Hao's left eye also turned into a fast-spinning black-purple vortex.

"Ah!" Many soldiers let out cries of panic as they were suddenly drawn by an invisible force, rising into the air, hurtling toward the vortex.

They struggle violently, calling for help in high-pitched, tearing voices, until they disappeared into the vortex.

"Ahhhh!" Screams arose one after another, becoming a dense cacophony as the vortex sped up. The originally orderly army of fifty thousand was thrown into disarray, scattering in all directions to escape the fate of being sucked into the dark purple vortex.

Seeing this, King Wumeng and King Qingyu were at a loss for what to do. With their profound strength and unwavering focus, the two Dharma Kings were not pulled into the high skies by the vortex's gravitational pull.

"Retreat to the east, quick, retreat east!" King Wumeng shouted loudly after regaining his composure.

By that time, however, the soldiers were in such chaos that few heard his command.

"Argh!" Chen Hao, high above, let out a pained cry. Watching one Ghost King soldier after another pass by him and rise toward the swirling vortex above, some struggled fiercely, some screamed shrilly, while others wept in despair. Wanting to stop what he had started, Chen Hao now found himself powerless, unable to close the gaping Nether Acupoint.

The vortex above his left eye grew larger, starting to tear at his face, swallowing him whole.

"Chen Hao, stop it now!" Ye Yuqiao's anxious voice rang in his mind.

"Yuqiao, what should I do? I seem to have lost control over the Nether Acupoint!" Chen Hao replied to Ye Yuqiao. He remembered that when he first used the Nether Acupoint against King Nanlin in the Dust Realm, it was Ye Yuqiao who eventually closed the Nether Acupoint for him.

"I can't help you now, I don't have enough Nether King's Power!" Ye Yuqiao said, feeling helpless and anxious. At that moment, she wished she could be her Yang Soul.

Chen Hao, gritting his teeth in pain, said, "Yuqiao, don't use the Nether King's Power, I will figure out a way myself!"

By that time, more and more soldiers were being sucked into the Nether Acupoint.

"What other way is there?" Ye Yuqiao said, her tone filled with despair. She did not know what would become of Chen Hao if this continued.

"There must be a way!" Chen Hao's voice trembled violently.

Ye Yuqiao did not speak further, her mind already contemplating two solutions: one was to release her Yang Soul now to help Chen Hao retract the Nether Acupoint, the other was to transform into a phoenix and use her own power to put an end to the Nether Acupoint.

Even though both methods would reveal to Chen Hao that she was another Ye Yuqiao, she could not care less at this moment. As long as Chen Hao was alright, that was enough for her.

In this regard, she and her Yang Soul always agreed.

"Yuqiao, I've thought of a way!" Chen Hao's voice, full of surprise, suddenly came through.

No sooner had he spoken, than Chen Hao channeled the Nether King's Power from the three channels of Nether King Orchid Heart outside his body, using those three currents of Nether King's Power to retract the vortex above his left eye.

Like threading a needle, the three currents of Nether King's Power weaved back and forth over Chen Hao's left face, stitching the fissures and the vortex above his left eye.

Correspondingly, the massive black purple vortex in the sky began to shrink.

Just at that moment, tens of thousands of blood-red crows surged upwards from below, with King Wumeng trying to seize the opportunity to attack Chen Hao.

As the flock of crows drew near to Chen Hao, dazzling flames and scorching heat struck from their flanks.

Chen Hao, enduring extreme agony, slowly turned his head, and through the blur, he saw a phoenix...

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