The intruder was arrogant in the Underworld, so he would not be tolerated.
"Stop with the fancy talk. You want my life? Then come and take it!
Anyway, the Rebirth Flower is mine!"
The Mahayana cultivator refused to yield. The three clashed again in chaotic combat. Yet facing two opponents at once, he soon fell into a disadvantage. Song Wanníng's attacks were extremely unorthodox, each strike unpredictable.
With King Yama also attacking forcefully, the Mahayana cultivator was injured within just a few moves.
"Damn it, you cheat!"
He could not help but curse, pointing trembling fingers at Song Wanníng, seething with fury.
"If you have the guts, fight me openly! Why resort to such cunning tricks?"
"Hmph. You can't even defeat an Out-of-Body cultivator like me, and you call me a cheat?"
Song Wanníng snorted, eyes brimming with contempt.
The Mahayana cultivator felt his vision darken in rage, murderous intent peaking in his heart.
"Today, if I do not cut you down here, I will never live as a human again!"
He swung his great blade again at Song Wanníng.
"Go!"
Song Wanníng's low shout coincided with a sudden strike of heavenly thunder.
At the same moment, King Yama unleashed an attack, and countless Yin soldiers appeared, their long spears moving in perfect rhythm.
They formed a deadly formation.
Boom!
The heavenly thunder struck the Mahayana cultivator unexpectedly. Terrified, he tried to evade, but the thunder enveloped him. His head spun, eyes blurred, and his clothes were shredded.
Fortunately, he reacted quickly, summoning a defensive treasure. Otherwise, he would have been gravely injured.
No sooner had he freed himself than he faced the Yin soldiers' assault again.
He swung his blade; a dazzling shockwave clashed with the formation.
At that moment, Song Wanníng struck with her sword. Drawing on her internal world and the circular ring in her dantian, her sword sealed the surroundings. Time itself seemed to halt.
Boom!
The tremendous forces collided, sending an irresistible shockwave in all directions.
The evil souls on the ninth layer screamed in terror yet were swept away by the overwhelming power.
All the boiling oil cauldrons shattered, spilling oil everywhere.
…
The three grew bolder with each clash. At first they had held back, but soon, all their trump cards were unleashed.
Even Xiao Jin and the others joined the fray.
From the ninth layer, they fought their way upward…
The tower shook violently, the sky darkened, and countless evil souls wailed inside, unable to escape the seals.
King Yama's murderous intent flared. The Mahayana cultivator had caused chaos across the Eighteen Layers of Hell. Without the seals, the tower would have shattered long ago.
This human was truly outrageous!
Fueled by fury, King Yama attacked even more fiercely…
Boom!
Another violent explosion sent all three flying.
Blood dribbled from Song Wanníng's mouth. Her eyes shone with battle intent, her presence almost radiating light.
Though she had only Out-of-Body cultivation, her Primordial Soul had reached Mahayana level. Being in the Underworld allowed her Primordial Soul to manifest physically, granting her Mahayana-level combat power…
Once she left, her strength would revert. Such a rare opportunity to battle a Mahayana cultivator with full force could not be wasted.
"Big Sister, charge! Let's take him down together!"
Xiao Jin and the others were too excited to care about injuries. Their eyes glowed blood red. Everyone seemed frenzied, savoring this rare opportunity. The Mahayana cultivator felt infuriated to the point of vomiting blood.
Among the three, he was the most severely injured. His organs throbbed in pain, his aura rapidly weakening.
Meanwhile, King Yama and Song Wanníng only sustained minor injuries…
His murderous intent escalated, uncontrollable, sometimes even craving mutual destruction. When he finally calmed, Song Wanníng and King Yama surged forward again. The three battled fiercely, shaking heaven and earth.
…
Back and forth, the Eighteen Layers of Hell almost collapsed.
Externally, it appeared as violent shaking, but inside, devastation reigned.
The structure was unrecognizable.
Outside, countless ghost cultivators and ghost messengers gathered. Even a few wandering souls had sneaked close to witness the chaos.
"What is happening? Why is the Eighteen Layers of Hell shaking so violently?"
"I don't know. I just heard and came over…"
"The seals are fully open. No one can enter or exit. Something serious must be happening!"
The ghost cultivators were anxious. The Eighteen Layers had always been calm. Sudden chaos was extremely suspicious.
Soon, they saw countless evil souls converging on the first layer.
"Help! Save us!"
"Quick, get us out! We've learned our lesson, I swear we won't do it again!"
"Please, save us!"
"Ah—"
The evil souls pounded on the first-layer seal, terror on their faces, almost spilling over.
The ghost cultivators' hearts sank, eyelids twitching rapidly.
"Quick, report this to King Yama!"
A ghost messenger shouted.
"I already reported, but no one listened…"
Another replied.
King Yama had not responded. Everyone was powerless.
Then suddenly, the Eighteen Layers of Hell shook violently. A black pearl atop the tower flared, casting black and silver light, engulfing the tower.
The surrounding ground cracked, spreading rapidly.
"Run! Everyone run!"
The ghost cultivators panicked, turning to flee.
The wandering souls were so frightened their legs gave way, falling to the ground.
"Ah—"
They screamed, instantly drawn into the light, turning to ashes in a blink.
The ghost cultivators' pupils dilated in terror, running desperately for their lives.
Inside the tower, Song Wanníng felt a strange light envelop her. Suddenly, she could no longer see King Yama or the Mahayana cultivator.
She had entered a peculiar space.
It was pitch black, yet not far away floated a luminous river suspended in midair.
Her heart sank. She cautiously observed her surroundings and stepped forward carefully.
Approaching closer, she noticed that within the softly glowing river, luminous strips streaked rapidly across.