He couldn’t help showing a look of delight, then sank his mind, using the Devil’s Eye to look over there, but after probing for a moment, his brows slowly furrowed.

Although that treasure pot was exactly the same as the one he had contacted before, and would also hide itself, he still felt something was off, suspected it might be a fake.

After pondering briefly, he pinched a spell, driving several Devils to rush forward; if that treasure pot was real, it would definitely not be caught.

But just as he was casting, a beam of Mirror Light suddenly shone over, falling straight on his body; in that instant, it was as if he was exposed beneath a blazing sun in a clear sky. His eyes narrowed, and he lifted his head to look, seeing four streams of tunneling light fly out from the Cloud Mist, heading straight toward his position. Among them were two sword lights, extremely swift, and in just a single flicker they were already not far in front of him.

Xun Huaiying and Zhang Yan attacked from left and right in two routes. Although they had methods to restrain the enemy, if they shrank back, they would instead arouse Feng Haiyang’s suspicion. In order not to expose their own intentions, he rushed at the very front together with Zhang Yan.

Feng Haiyang gave a faint, cold smile, and for the moment paid no attention elsewhere. The spell in his hand shifted, and from beneath him there came a thunderous sound of rolling waves. The Tribulation Water’s one Qi burst apart more than ten Flying Peaks, lifting a wave a hundred zhang high, surging down toward the two of them.

Zhang Yan and Xun Huaiying both felt the sky above their heads suddenly darken. Looking up, they saw that front, back, left, and right were all blocked by Tribulation Water. Before this heaven-toppling massive wave, they appeared extremely tiny, yet both wore calm expressions. Zhang Yan gave a clear shout, and from the Gang Cloud above his head flashed out a streak of water light. With a roaring crash, boundless tides likewise rose up, fearlessly charging toward that Tribulation Water.

Feng Haiyang raised an eyebrow. After several exchanges, he already knew this water light of Zhang Yan’s could capture Devils, but this Tribulation Water was different: it was formed from Mana. Even if it were swallowed by that light, it might not necessarily be suppressed. In the end, it was highly likely to turn into a contest of Mana.

His thoughts turned. Feeling that his own Mana far surpassed the opponent’s, if he could seize this opportunity to shatter that Daoist Skill, it would remove a threat to him. Thus he shouted loudly and urged his Mana up another layer!

In that instant, the Tribulation Water’s roar shook the heavens and vault. Its surging momentum had already reached an extreme!

A gleam of brilliance appeared in Zhang Yan’s eyes. He circulated his Mana, and with a muffled boom, from within the water light there flew out yet another yellow light, swelling to a thousand-zhang size in an instant. The ten-thousand-mu turbid tide crashed onto it; only a series of grand booming rumbles could be heard, like thunder rolling without cease. Yet for all the commotion, it could not be shaken.

He was using the Water Element True Light as a cover, hiding the Earth True Light behind it, tricking Feng Haiyang into unleashing his Mana in full to attack, so as to entangle him and create an opening for those behind.

That strike having failed to achieve its effect, Feng Haiyang was slightly surprised. Just as he was about to exert more force, he suddenly heard a whistling sound. His gaze flicked over, and he saw several Coiling Dragon Golden Spears tear through the air, shooting toward him like arrows. He had no time to dodge; at the stir of a thought, four Devils turned from illusory to solid, blocking off the four directions. The arrangement had just finished when his ears rang with clanging impacts, their reverberations shaking the surroundings.

He had no time to look. Raising his hand, he pointed upward. From his fingertip there spun up a mass of Gang Wind, howling skyward, which coiled and sent a Dragon Sparrow Gold Spear that was striking from above back the way it came. Then he flicked his sleeve, as if heaven and earth flipped. The Tribulation Water stretching over more than ten li suddenly swirled and surged upward.

Huo Xuan and Luo Qingyu had also rushed within a thousand zhang at this moment. Once the Tribulation Water churned, they felt their pressure greatly increase, and both immediately sacrificed their Protective Dharma Treasures, circulating their Mana with all their might to stabilize themselves. But this was a suppression by sheer Mana, so for the moment they were unable to move.

Feng Haiyang snapped his sleeve with a crack, riding the waves up into the air. Spreading his five fingers, he clawed toward below; an invisible surge of Mana swept out, instantly enveloping everything within a radius of eight li. Then he hammered a fist into his chest and let out a shout, suddenly spitting out a few-foot-long streak of white light.

Zhang Yan sensed his body suddenly bound as if tied up, knowing he had been seized by a confinement spell yet again. His gaze turned, and catching sight of Feng Haiyang’s movements, he reacted quickly, immediately closing both eyes. At the same time, with a stir of his mind, the Star Sword Ball flew out, transforming into more than twenty streams of sword light, like meteors and flying dust, circling rapidly around him. Inwardly he thought, "This man’s Mana is stronger by a cut; he indeed holds all the advantages. Whether we advance or retreat is wholly at his say-so. No wonder Brother Huo thinks he cannot be defeated."

Feng Haiyang flicked his finger, and a thin wisp of Demon Smoke fell down. When it reached below, it spread into a great bank of black clouds, once more obscuring everyone’s sight.

After finishing the spell, he stomped down, and his figure suddenly lowered, arriving in front of Luo Qingyu in the blink of an eye. His expression was icy as he slowly raised his sleeve and then swept it forward. A gust of black wind tainted with foul miasma flew out, growing from small to large with a mournful howl.

Luo Qingyu’s expression tightened. He recognized the dreadfulness of this Divine Skill—the Yuan Yang Sect’s Yang couple had died indirectly under this very technique. If he did not find a way to evade, then even with a Supreme Treasure protecting him, he was doomed to die. Yet if he dodged rashly, he would only expose his own flaws, so he had to choose a suitable moment.

But after all, he was one of the Mingcang Sect’s Top Ten Disciples. In such a perilous situation, there was not a trace of panic in his eyes. He raised two fingers and pointed; the pen-tube-shaped Dharma Treasure above his head suddenly flipped upside down, pointing its head toward his feet, spitting out a wisp of cyan smoke that immediately turned into a shrouding mist, hiding his figure. Only then did he strain to drive his Mana and tunnel upward. Yet he had just flown a few zhang when a streak of ghastly white radiance suddenly shot over, and in the blink of an eye it sliced him cleanly in half at the waist!

From the start of the fighting, Xun Huaiying had been using the sword eye to lock onto Feng Haiyang without letting up. Once the other party showed the slightest opening, he would unleash a thunderbolt strike. But since the other man had never exposed a flaw, he had never found a suitable moment to act. Now, however, a blazing Divine Light burst from his eyes, and a sword light had already turned into a rainbow and shot out!

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