"Yinyang Brother, how is the power of the Half-Immortal Realm?"
Mo Hun chuckled arrogantly, "In the face of absolute strength, any technique becos re ornantation. Powerful force decides everything."
"Unimaginable power." Yinyang Potian thought in horror, "Is this really the Half-Immortal Realm? Truly terrifying, this overwhelming aura of dominance already sends chills down my spine just by looking."
"With his strength, if he wishes, he could kill with just a finger."
Mo Hun rely stepped into the void, and the terrifying power imdiately injured Yinyang Potian severely.
Yinyang Potian clearly felt how frightening that power was.
The Half-Immortal Realm, truly terrifying.
Inside the dicine God Hall.
Seeing Yinyang Potian vomiting blood, Yao Xuan shook his head helplessly and said, "Yinyang Potian is severely injured, afraid he won't last long."
"No one in the Cultivation Realm can rival him." Earth Ancestor, Mu Qingchen, and others shook their heads, their hearts filled with despair.
"A Late Stage of Mahayana expert easily injured by Mo Hun..." Mie Yunkong and the Great Demon King's eyes showed despair.
"The Half-Immortal Realm is truly invincible." Candle Dragon also felt despair at this mont.
Ling Qiushui was full of panic, tears falling uncontrollably, body trembling, thinking anxiously, "Gu Chenfeng, where are you? The dicine God Hall is finished, no one has a way to live."
"Father is no match for Mo Hun, we have no chance in this battle." Yinyang Lie frowned deeply, incredibly worried in his heart.
"Wan'Er, the road ahead is up to you alone. Father can't accompany you." Yinyang Xuan thought sorrowfully, though reluctant, they had no power left to change fate.
Faces of the dicine God Hall and allies were filled with deep fear, eyes full of despair, like having lost their souls.
Tens of thousands from the Soul-Devouring Sect cheered and yelled excitedly, as if celebrating their victory.
Outside the Ancient Celestial Mountain.
Nurous cultivators watching the battle, faces pale with deep fear.
The terror of the Half-Immortal Realm was deeply etched in their souls.
Fire Spirit Race Leader smiled faintly, "Late Stage of Mahayana is no match for the Half-Immortal Realm."
Heavenly Dao Sect Leader shook his head and smiled, "Knowing you can't win, yet still want to strike, now it's done, you die in vain, really don't know what he's thinking."
Beside them, Beidou Patriarch stated darkly, "Once the Soul-Devouring Sect destroys the dicine God Hall, do you think the Heavenly Dao Sect will be spared? If you want to submit to the Soul-Devouring Sect, I have nothing to say."
"Beidou Patriarch is joking." Fire Spirit Race Leader smiled slightly, "Soul-Devouring Sect may be strong, but Fire Spirit Race doesn't want to live under soone else's roof."
Heavenly Dao Sect Leader showed no fear, "You may fear the Soul-Devouring Sect, but Heavenly Dao Sect does not."
With Immortals supporting behind Heavenly Dao Sect, the leader naturally didn't fear the Soul-Devouring Sect.
No matter how strong Mo Hun is, ultimately, he's still mortal, and definitely no match for an Immortal.
High above.
Looking at the severely injured Yinyang Potian, Mo Hun asked mockingly, "Yinyang Brother, feeling the power of the Half-Immortal Realm, if given another chance, would you still oppose my Soul-Devouring Sect?"
"Yes." Yinyang Potian answered without hesitation.
Mo Hun frowned quizzically, "Why? Aren't you afraid the Yinyang Family will be annihilated?"
Yinyang Potian did not answer.
"Old Sect Leader, let kill him." Mo Yun said respectfully, eyes fierce like a serpent staring at Yinyang Potian.
"Give him a swift death." Mo Hun uttered a sentence and then walked past Yinyang Potian, ignoring him further.
Gaze then shifted towards the dicine God Hall.
The objective of the Soul-Devouring Sect is to annihilate the dicine God Hall.
Mo Hun seed intent on handling it personally.
"Yinyang Potian, you dare sneak attack this Elder! I'll kill you!" Mo Yun roared furiously, wielding the Immortal Sword and charging.
Yinyang Potian's ambush humiliated him before powerful forces, Mo Yun would never let him off.
Though injured and weakened, with Mo Yun in the Middle Stage of Mahayana, he was confident to kill Yinyang Potian.
Mo Yun's speed was astonishing, arriving in an instant, sweeping out with a fierce strike, attack undeniable.
However.
At that mont.
"Whoosh!"
A terrifying golden energy beam suddenly shot up from the dicine God Hall, with a sharpp sound explosion, shooting towards Mo Yun like lightning.
"Middle Stage!" Mo Yun's face changed drastically, sensing the strong danger, abruptly halting himself.
The terrifying golden beam soared up at half a ter in front of Mo Yun's face, extrely perilous.
If Mo Yun was a step slower, he might have been severely injured by the golden beam.
The one who intervened was Yinyang Lie!
At this mont.
Yinyang Lie and Yinyang Nine Nether charged skyward rapidly, regardless of the terrifying enemies, they showed no sign of retreat.
Fighting till the end is the only way.
Mo Feng sneered, "Overestimating yourselves."
Yinyang Lie burst out with overwhelming aura, declaring with boldness, "Our Yinyang Family has no cowards afraid of death! Only valiant warriors who die fighting!"
"So what about the Half-Immortal Realm? I, Yinyang Lie, fear nothing! Yinyang Family n should fight till the last with blood!"
"Immortal Technique! Yin Yang Divine Sword!" Yinyang Lie shouted, activating spiritual power infused in the Immortal Sword, unleashing terrifying Sword Aura Power.
Yinyang Lie then sacrificed Essence Blood into the Immortal Sword, sharply increasing Sword Aura Power.
"Whoosh!"
Yinyang Lie swung the sword, unleashing a colossal force of Sword Aura, sweeping upward with overwhelming montum.
This was their final resistance.
"You are too weak to strike! You can't even qualify to die at my hand." Mo Hun said coldly, then fiercely waved his hand.
"Boom boom!"
"Thud thud!"
Invisible and terrifying Qi Force, rolled violently with a mountain-toppling montum, instantly shattering the intimidating Sword Aura, and simultaneously shook Yinyang Lie and Yinyang Nine Nether, spitting blood and turned into two black lines crashing onto the dicine God Hall's plaza.
"Brother! Second Brother!" Yinyang Xuan shouted in horror, trying to get up, but due to severe injuries, he couldn't.
In front of Mo Hun, they were simply no match.
As the last two Mahayana experts were heavily injured, neither the dicine God Hall nor the allies had anyone to enter battle, the last thread of hope completely extinguished.
The fear and despair enveloping the dicine God Hall and the powerful factions magnified to the extre.
The final line collapsed.
Desperate eyes, despairing tears, as if falling into an endless dark abyss, without a glimr of light.
"Ancestor, where are you? Co save us." Disciples of the dicine God Hall hoped desperately for Gu Chenfeng's appearance.
Could a miracle really appear?
Mo Hun floated to dozens of ters high, sneered, "Yao Xuan, dicine God Hall can no longer resist, after today, there will be no dicine God Hall in the Cultivation Realm."
Just as everyone despairingly closed their eyes.
A voice erupted that brought them extre joy and instant rekindling of hope: "Mo Hun, you don't truly think the dicine God Hall has no one left, do you?"
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