The blood-red seawater seemed to be stirred by an ancient demon god, churning ever more tumultuously. The waves clashed with each other, emitting a dull yet deafening roar, like the war drums from an ancient battlefield, pounding incessantly on everyone's taut nerves.

The barbarian warriors at the forefront appeared like evil spirits crawling out of the Nine Netherworld Purgatory, charging forward with a terrifying momentum, as swift as lightning.

Their skin resembled the bark of a dead tree weathered for millennia, with dark black liquid oozing from the cracked crevices, exuding an eerie sheen in the dim light. In their eyes, demonic blood flames blazed, as if wanting to devour all the vitality in the world.

Their fingernails were even more sinister, transforming into three-foot-long black blades, glittering with cold light. A casual swing could tear the air, leaving twisted black streaks behind. Wherever they passed, the space seemed cut by the sharp edge, emitting a faint "sizzle" sound.

With each breath they took, a thick, pungent stench of corpses accompanied them, spreading in the air, making anyone who smelled it nearly vomit, as if countless decaying corpses simultaneously released their foul stench.

The bronze mirror within Xu Qing's Heavenly Demon Body seemed to sense the crisis, trembling violently.

On the mirror surface, the words "Jiazi Calamity" appeared as if soaked in blood, strikingly red and exuding a terrifying aura. The crimson seemed to be flowing, ready to drip at any moment. Through the bronze mirror's reflection, one could clearly see deep within the corridor, the Asura banner flapping wildly.

On the flag's surface, countless human soul shadows struggled and writhed in agony, emitting indistinct, piercing screams. Each pattern on the flag resembled a greedy giant mouth, madly devouring the spiritual essence between heaven and earth.

The surrounding space, under its rampage, quickly turned into ink black, as if a pure white cloth had been splashed with endless ink. Moreover, this blackness continued to spread and corrode, dissipating spiritual energy and extinguishing vitality wherever it reached.

"It really is the Asura banner..." Xu Qing muttered in a low, heavy voice.

At this moment, those barbarian warriors rushing to kill, each had flag patterns wrapped around their ankles, emanating evil aura. These patterns behaved like living creatures, slowly climbing upwards. With each motion, the warrior's gaze became increasingly frenzied, their bodies swelling from the infusion of this evil power. Muscles bulged high, their skin stretched near transparently, blood vessels like green snakes slithering beneath the skin.

From afar, Mu Sang Ancestor's shout resounded like a thunderbolt, piercing through the suffocating battlefield atmosphere: "Wu Feng! How dare you use a forbidden artifact!" His voice carried anger, shock, and disbelief. The wolf fang club in his hand trembled slightly with anger, his eyes rounded fiercely, glaring firmly at Wu Feng nearby.

But Wu Feng's response was only his mad, somewhat desperate laughter: "The Heavenly River Dao Sect wants us to put on a show, but the immortals of Supreme Dao want the Pure Yang Realm to run with blood! Mu Sang old man, you think you're really a disciple of Heavenly River? You're just a scapegoat!" Wu Feng laughed frantically while spitting blood. The laughter echoed on this eerie battlefield, sending shivers down one's spine.

As soon as he finished speaking, the Asura banner suddenly unfurled, a huge and terrifying force erupting instantly. The black mist formed by the flag blotted out the sky, like a surging tide, engulfing the entire Changbai Mountain with a mountain-overturning momentum. In an instant, heaven and earth lost their color, daylight seemed to turn into night. Only the flickering ghost fires within the black mist carried an endless eeriness.

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Outside the battlefield, Mu Sang Ancestor and Wu Feng stared at each other. Their previous dialogue, clearly audible on this grim battlefield, must have been heard clearly by Xu Qing across.

Mu Sang Ancestor's mood was like falling into a bottomless abyss, so heavy he could hardly breathe. He knew full well this mission had failed miserably, with consequences too dire to imagine. Just thinking about possibly being held accountable later by Xu Xianggu of the Heavenly River Dao Sect filled him with fear, lamenting endlessly: "Woe is me! What can I do now..."

In contrast, Wu Feng felt equally unsettled in his heart. He thought he could seize this opportunity to hitch a ride with Supreme Dao and reap some benefits, but now he inexplicably ended up carrying a huge black pot. He secretly pondered, even if the Pure Yang Realm were conquered, what benefits could he, a mere Great Witch, gain from it? Moreover, the might and majesty of the Heavenly River and Pure Yang Daoist Sects pressed down on him like two great mountains, and he knew he was powerless to resist the malice of these two great forces.

Thinking of this, he gritted his teeth, vowing silently in his heart: "Enough, I'll never leave Jiuli World again!" Meanwhile, Wu Feng also thought of his Immortal Brew business he operationalized in Jiuli World; if he got on the bad side of the opposing side due to this matter, the business might not survive.

He couldn't help but let out a long sigh in his heart: "Ah, a witch's life is so difficult!"

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Xu Qing heard the conversation between Wu Feng and Mu Sang Ancestor, and his mind suddenly cleared up, understanding the cause of this upheaval. He couldn't help but feel secretly annoyed, having underestimated the Supreme Dao Sect's concern for the Pure Yang Realm's Immortal Dynasty.

At that moment, a gigantic force, like a mountain overturning, suddenly hit him, pressing his chest with discomfort, his throat felt sweet, and blood almost spurted out. He lowered his head to see the robes formed by the Mountain and River Map, rapidly decaying at a visible speed. The robes, initially sparkling with strange luster, now seemed ancient and eroded, quickly dimming and breaking. On the skin surface, dense spell marks, like black vines, swiftly spread, where they touched, the skin turned black, accompanied by searing pain.

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