Qi Bai's eyes were wide with fury, shaking the soul-stirring drum frantically while summoning the treasure seal.
Divine Summoning Technique—Bull Head Ghost Soldier!
The ghostly figure of the Bull Head Ghost Soldier appeared, landing with a thunderous crash, joining the battlefield.
With the head of a bull and the body of a man, it stood over ten feet tall, lowering its head like a segnt of a city wall, charging at the Martial Fighting Ape.
Ning Zhuo hurriedly controlled the chanical Monkey, barely dodging.
Just as they passed by the Bull Head Ghost Soldier, it suddenly reached back and grabbed the tail of the Martial Fighting Ape.
Its agility was starkly incongruent with its massive fra.
Ning Zhuo couldn't retract the monkey's tail in ti.
Whoosh!
In the next mont, the chanical Monkey was flung away by the Bull Head Ghost Soldier with imnse force.
The powerful throw stirred up a gale, instantly clearing the dust from the collapsed houses from earlier.
Qi Bai slowly stood up, hiding behind the Bull Head Ghost Soldier. He stared at Ning Zhuo and Sun Lingtong, with most of his gaze focused on the Iron Han Armor.
"chanical Puppet? Cowardly vermin!" Qi Bai's eyes were filled with deep hatred.
With each breath, his injuries healed a bit more.
By the ti he finished speaking, he had largely recovered from his severe injuries, now only lightly wounded.
He had recovered!
The most critical breath, he had finally managed to take it.
"I was so close, so close to defeat!" The intense fear of narrowly escaping death surged through him, making his heart pound faster than ever before.
Mixed feelings of anger, hatred, relief, and more culminated in a grim sneer on Qi Bai's face: "Haha, well done, well done. Two Foundation Establishnt Stage mice almost took my life."
"You perford admirably, truly remarkable, yet what a pity."
"Now, after earning my praise, die for ."
In the next mont, Qi Bai and the Bull Head Ghost Soldier split up, attacking from two directions.
"No chance left, Little Zhuo. You go; I'll hold them off!" Sun Lingtong urgently communicated.
"Just one misstep, damn it!" Ning Zhuo clenched his fists, teeth gritted, heart churning with turbulent emotions.
Qi Bai was overwhelmingly powerful, obviously in a different league.
Ning Zhuo had the advantage of fighting in the Immortal City, his ho turf, with the Immortal City Great Array significantly weakening external Golden Core Cultivators.
At the battle's onset, Ning Zhuo deliberately turned it into a chase, using nurous underground bases to buy ti and wear down Qi Bai's strength.
Though the traps exploded successfully, their effectiveness in actual combat was poor.
If it were a Foundation Establishnt Stage, they'd have perished long ago. Even an ordinary Golden Core would be battered and humiliated.
But Qi Bai's strength remained mostly intact, not even breaking his Golden Light Barrier.
Seeing this, Ning Zhuo realized that even exhausting the remaining underground bases wouldn't much affect.
He decisively switched to ground combat.
He faced Qi Bai head-on, giving it his all, nearly depleting over a decade's worth of chanism Artifacts, managing only to hold the line and maintain a stalemate.
This was also because Qi Bai, captivated by the fate of the place, wanted to capture Sun and Ning alive, torturing them for his amusent.
Qi Bai hadn't even fully exerted his combat strength.
Seeing the dire situation, Ning Zhuo had no choice but to blow up the Immortal Array, triggering its passive defenses.
Most Golden Core Cultivators would have already been suppressed by now.
But Qi Bai, showcasing imnse strength, single-handedly contended with the Immortal City Great Array, wearing down the array patterns!
This, however, prompted ng Kui to intervene.
The appearance of the Forefather Peach Essence aligned with Ning Zhuo's expectations.
That strike truly turned the tide of the battle for the first ti.
Qi Bai was severely injured, losing his senses.
Ning Zhuo's Threshing Death Whip struck him, yet failed to break through the Golden Light Barrier.
Only when he pushed the Iron Han Armor to its limits did the protective golden light start to fade.
However, once Qi Bai regained consciousness, Ning Zhuo had very little ti left.
No matter how hard he tried, Qi Bai's endless Magic Artifacts and Treasures continually delayed him, allowing Qi Bai to recover.
When Qi Bai summoned the ghostly Bull Head Ghost Soldier, he reestablished his foothold.
Within just a few breaths, his severe injuries turned to light ones.
Qi Bai's healing capabilities were astounding.
Truly worthy of being a true disciple of the Soul Devouring Sect, capable of handling everything alone with his imnse combat strength!
A sense of despair slowly crept into the hearts of Sun Ning.
Sun Lingtong, with unprecedented severity, communicated: "I have Qi Bai's mark on ; I can't escape."
"I'll stay and hold them off."
"Little Zhuo, give all your chanism Artifacts."
"Go!"
"No!" Ning Zhuo firmly refused, controlling the Martial Fighting Ape to fend off the Bull Head Ghost Soldier.
He raised his left hand, a thunder talisman appearing in his palm.
Boom!
Palm Thunder shot out, striking Qi Bai who had approached nearby.
Qi Bai let the Palm Thunder hit him, a sinister smile on his face.
In the next mont, he transford into a cloud of ghostly mist, enveloping Ning Zhuo and Sun Lingtong.
Both groaned painfully, feeling it deep in their bones.
The ghostly mist felt like a deadly poison, penetrating the chanisms and their bodies, fiercely corroding their souls.
Ning Zhuo was heavily affected, unable to control the Martial Fighting Ape. The ape's movents beca sluggish, imdiately swept away by the Bull Head Ghost Soldier.
The Bull Head Ghost Soldier howled, charging into the ghostly mist.
Its millstone-sized fist struck heavily on the Iron Han Armor.
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