Want to go support those guys Dream on.

In the distance, the main body of Phantom Shadow watched all of this with cold indifference.

The battle was proceeding exactly according to his script. Under the fierce attacks of Phantom Shadow's avatar, Venerable Xuanyin was being beaten back step by step; his defeat was only a matter of time.

Alarm bells rang loudly in Venerable Xuanyin's heart. Knowing that continuing to tangle would spell certain doom, he forcefully shook off the avatar's entanglement, his figure transforming into a streak of gray light as he sped toward the outside of the valley.

He only had one thought in his mind right now: get the hell out of this cursed place! Whether it was the Seven Stars Secret Order or the Elixir of Immortality, nothing was more important than his own old life!

However, just as he moved, he heard the hoarse, murderous, and mocking roar of Phantom Shadow's avatar coming from behind him:

"Trying to go support those brats? In your dreams!"

"Stay right here! Nether Ghost Prison, trap!"

Before the voice faded, Venerable Xuanyin only felt the surrounding space darken. Countless shadow chains, black as ink and radiating a cold sealing power, appeared out of thin air. In an instant, they wove into a massive net, completely sealing off his path forward!

"I...!"

Venerable Xuanyin almost spat out a mouthful of old blood. His figure was abruptly forced to a halt. He was shocked and furious, feeling stifled to the absolute extreme!

'Support? Support my ass!' he roared madly in his heart.

'I clearly just want to run away! Run away, do you understand?! Who the hell cares whether those little brats live or die! Are the assassins of this Netherworld Hall brain-damaged?! Why are they so certain that I'm with them?!'

He felt he was being wronged more than anyone in history! He clearly just wanted to pick up a cheap bargain, but instead of getting any benefits, he was dragged into this deadly slaughter.

Now he didn't even have a chance to explain, and the other party had even hallucinated a tactical intention that didn't exist at all!

"Netherworld Hall! You push people too far! Do you really think this old man is made of mud?!"

Venerable Xuanyin trembled with anger. His escape technique was broken and his retreat cut off. He knew that today's matter could no longer be resolved peacefully. The other party wouldn't even let him explain; his only option was to fight to the death!

Under his fury and frustration, his ferocity was instead provoked. His profound yin energy erupted completely as he turned around and roared, charging to meet the incoming avatar of Phantom Shadow!

"Kill!" Phantom Shadow's avatar didn't care how he roared. There was only cold killing intent in his eyes. The Netherworld Ghost Claw tore through the sky, its offensive even more frantic and violent than before.

On the other side, the four assassins were still "madly" attacking Ling Xi's group of four, executing their "assassination" mission to the "fullest."

The desperate struggle between two peak Quasi-Saint experts created violent shockwaves of energy that swept out wave after wave like a tsunami. The peaks surrounding the valley were leveled, the earth was torn apart, and dust and smoke shot into the sky, blotting out the sun.

Deafening rumbles and the explosive sounds of violently clashing energy mixed together, forming a symphony of destruction that spread across a radius of a thousand miles!

Many cultivators were alarmed by these terrifying fluctuations.

"What happened?!"

"What a terrifying energy fluctuation! It's at least the King Realm... no, it's Quasi-Saints fighting!"

"Look over there! My god, the whole mountain is about to collapse from the fighting!"

Figures flew out from their hiding places, hovering in midair as they looked toward the valley in shock and uncertainty.

When they felt the soul-trembling Quasi-Saint pressure emanating from the battle, as well as the undisguised cold killing intent, everyone paled and retreated further away, terrified of being swept up in the terrifying aftermath of the battle.

"It's... it's the assassins of the Netherworld Hall! And a Quasi-Saint almighty!"

A sharp-eyed and knowledgeable cultivator recognized the signature cultivation technique of the Netherworld Hall and their ruthless killing style, immediately frightened out of his wits.

"Netherworld Hall?! Are they executing an extermination mission again? Who is the opponent? To be able to fight them to such an extent?"

"It seems that's the direction Battle Asura and Sword in White left in!"

"That gray-robed elder... I've never seen him before. What a strong profound yin technique! But he seems to be completely suppressed by the people from the Netherworld Hall!"

"There's another battle ring over there! It really is Battle Asura and Sword in White! And that little fatty! They are being besieged by four other Netherworld Hall assassins!"

The news seemed to grow wings, quickly spreading on a small scale among the surrounding cultivators.

Countless streams of divine sense, both overt and hidden, cautiously probed toward the valley like tentacles, nervously "watching" this earth-shattering great battle.

When they saw that the Netherworld Hall had dispatched a peak Quasi-Saint assassin and four peak King assassins just to deal with those few young disciples, they all gasped in shock!

"Netherworld Hall really paid a steep price for this! To actually deploy such terrifying power!"

"Battle Asura and Sword in White are truly heaven-defying! To actually be able to hold out for so long under the siege of four peak King assassins!"

"That young girl is also quite formidable! She can actually protect that little fatty!"

"The most terrifying one is that gray-robed Quasi-Saint! He can actually block the fierce attacks of the Netherworld Hall's Quasi-Saint assassin! Although he's at a disadvantage..."

"Look! Even though that gray-robed Quasi-Saint is at a disadvantage, he still wants to go support Battle Asura and the others! It's a pity he was stopped by the people from the Netherworld Hall!"

"My god! The Netherworld Hall won't rest until they're dead!"

Various divine senses exchanged rapidly in the dark, filled with shock, fear, and disbelief.

The formidable strength and ruthless methods displayed by the Netherworld Hall once again chilled everyone's hearts.

And the fact that Battle Asura and the others were fighting against peak King assassins without falling into a disadvantage also made them feel incomparably shocked.

In the distance, within the clouds higher up in the sky, several more obscure and powerful auras quietly emerged.

"Netherworld Hall... mobilizing such a large force, could it be that someone paid a high price for them to take action?" an ancient divine sense slowly rippled.

"That gray-robed elder... seems to be Venerable Xuanyin? A lone old monster, how did he get mixed up in this? And he's clashing with the Netherworld Hall?"

Another divine sense carried a tone of confusion.

"Looking at the situation, the Netherworld Hall is dead set on killing those four juniors, while Venerable Xuanyin is trying his best to protect them. To think that Venerable Xuanyin actually has such a relationship with Battle Asura!"

"No matter what the result of this battle is, the Eastern Region will be shaken."

As the crowd watched the great battle before them, they felt a growing dread toward the determination and power displayed by the Netherworld Hall.

No one dared to approach the center of the battlefield.

A life-and-death struggle between peak Quasi-Saints produced overflowing power that was enough to heavily injure or even obliterate an ordinary King.

They could only "spectate" from afar, rapidly transmitting what they saw and heard back to the factions behind them through various means.

Everyone had a premonition that a massive storm was beginning to brew and spread, with this valley as its epicenter.

And at this moment, the battle within the valley was about to enter its most tragic and fierce final chapter!

In a patch of clouds further away, an elder wearing the attire of an elder of the Glazed Holy Land was watching the fierce battle in the valley with an ashen face.

He had just arrived at this place, only to see Venerable Xuanyin, a peak Quasi-Saint expert, actually "desperately protecting" Xiao Ruobai and the others, fighting inextricably with the Quasi-Saint assassin of the Netherworld Hall.

Damn it! Where did a peak Quasi-Saint come from? To think they are actually protecting Battle Asura and the others!

Three chapters today!