My Enemy Became My Cultivation Companion-Chapter 853 - 518: Ghost Lord Annihilated (Quadruple Update 4-in-1) _2

The sky was dark, layers of black clouds crowded the night sky, and there was no longer any bright moonlight in the valley, only the eerie phosphorescence remained, making the scene especially sinister and spooky.

Although it's said that things of the same kind grieve together, and that the City God delivers justice and performs its heavenly duty, Chen Yi was not foolish. The Old Saintess could see that this rash action would likely lead to disaster, so how could he not see it too?

The possibility of disaster lay in the overwhelming number of enemies. If it were just one Ghost Lord, it would be manageable. However, with the Ghost Lord, Daoist Xu Zhou, and the elusive Divine Dragon named Yuan Qi all attacking together, even Chen Yi, with a mindset that wouldn't die, felt he would lose a layer of skin, and such a survival would still mean certain death.

Therefore, Chen Yi sought out Dong Gong Ruoshu and said, "You have a way to contact the River God, right?"

"You mean Mr. Yuan, of course, I do." Dong Gong Ruoshu nodded.

The longer one lives, the more they see, just as Chen Yi expected. Even in Corpse Valley, a place naturally conducive to breeding evil, it wasn't surprising that mountain and river Divine beings like the River God, who had lived for hundreds of years, had ways to contact each other in times of emergency.

Thus, Chen Yi proposed a plan, "Help me send a message to him, regarding the collusion between the White Lotus Sect and the Su Family, apart from the main instigators, I won't pursue others involved."

Dong Gong Ruoshu sensed there was more that Chen Yi hadn't said; even a silly girl like her knew that this alone wasn't enough to persuade the River God to turn enemy into ally.

And then she saw Chen Yi's hand brushing over the Square Land, a verdant dragon horn lying in his palm, its glow exceptionally bright in the darkness,

"And also, if he wants me to return the dragon horn, either help me or stand aside without letting me see a single hair of it,"

The man grinned, the cold moon casting a harsh light on his face,

"Otherwise, even if it means a grave injury, I'll make sure to skin it and pull out its bones..."

............

A dragon claw tore through the clouds, and the ferocious thunder broke through the storm, suddenly striking at Ghost Lord Wang Jian.

Wang Jian's massive body was instantly thrown like an arrow from the string, flying a dozen lengths away, landing and skidding on the ground, with lightning flickering in his armor, giving off bursts of green smoke.

Peak Stepping Cloud step, a white shadow swooped down from mid-air, Chen Yi's Daoist robe fluttering, sword blade gleaming coldly, as he struck down with knife and sword when the golem began to rise.

"Roar—!"

Wang Jian propped himself up with both hands, relying solely on his physical body to withstand the knife and sword, dark red blood mist spraying from the seams of his armor, the arm armor charred by the thunder fire "crackled" and shattered, revealing gnarled, tree-root-like dark purple muscle.

He reversed his grip and plunged his halberd into the ground, and within ten feet of his surroundings, a web-like crack exploded, using the counterforce to leap into the air, resembling a siege hammer rushing at the city gates.

Chen Yi swiftly retreated with a hand seal, the longsword in his right hand carving out three Sword Qi in front of him, only to see the three hundred-pound Mystic Iron Halberd suddenly fly off his hand and spin, transforming into a black whirlwind tearing apart the Sword Qi.

Wang Jian charged barehanded, fists pounding like iron canons one after another.

"Bang!"

The sword blade and fist met, and Chen Yi only felt a numbness in his tiger's mouth, his right hand's sword technique relentless, the cold light wearing down Wang Jian's savage assault, his left hand wielding the knife, slashing and thrusting, chopping and hackling, in an instant executing countless Wind-breaking and Rain-cutting moves.

This ghost had entirely abandoned defense, allowing the blades to scrape out dazzling sparks on his armor, his fists pounding down like a storm without pause. With a charged punch, the sword edge struck, Chen Yi's body leaned back, his back almost brushing the ground as he slid, watching the fierce Fist Gang brush past the tip of his nose.

The Old Saintess in the Square Land suddenly screamed, "Watch out underfoot!"

An intense warning surged in Chen Yi's mind, dodging the Fist Gang by a hair's breadth, twisting his waist to leap into the air just as the ground exploded beneath him, it being the halberd that had been thrown returning from the soil, its edge just missing the hem of his Daoist robe.

Wang Jian caught the weapon mid-air, swinging a full moon arc with the momentum of his descent. The moment Chen Yi parried with his horizontal sword, the ground beneath him suddenly collapsed several feet.

"Cough cough..."

A trickle of blood seeped from the corner of Chen Yi's mouth; since stepping into the Third Rank, he had never encountered such a frenzied assault. That ancient killing intent rampaged through his Sword Intent World, right at the moment of his thoughts, the halberd again fell...

At the critical juncture, a dragon roar echoed from the depths of the valley.

A river as thick as a barrel swirled out of nowhere, sweeping along rolling mud and stones, submerging the corpse soldiers within the flow.

The huge wave knocked Wang Jian's body a step back, the halberd brushing past in front of Chen Yi.

Catching the chance, Chen Yi stepped back two steps, pointed his sword to the sky, and twelve talismans flew out from his sleeve, forming countless golden chains around Wang Jian's limbs, like a cage dropping down.

"Tai Sha!"

The Ghost Lord roared in fury again, turning to hurl the halberd toward the river source.

The halberd blade ripped open the water's surface, the terrifying waves shattered by the ancient killing intent; the waves seemed to pause, however, a fish-like shadow cut through the water, the real attack coming from below. A massive dragon head broke through the water, opening its gaping maw to swallow the Ghost Lord whole.

Wang Jian propped up with both hands, stamping his feet as if to support the heavens, prying open the dragon's jaws.

Chen Yi's sword blade followed closely,

The sword light like snow, not cleaving toward the neck, but precisely stabbing into the face armor seam.

Wang Jian's movements suddenly froze, a crack splitting open on the bronze face armor, the phosphor fire in his eye sockets flaring in rage!

Chen Yi's Sword Intent surged higher and higher, the blade's edge ringing, the sword once again shooting forth like a dragon.

The Ghost Lord Wang Jian's form trembled, unable to remain supported, both hands released, his colossal body tumbling along the dragon's torso, Yuan Qi's dragon mouth closing, breathing like a bull, seemingly digesting this Ghost Lord completely.

It's over... 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

Chen Yi stood upright, every bone in his body seemed to be ringing, and his strength, mostly spent in the battle, had been reduced by seventy to eighty percent.