Hungover, I crossed over to the psychic realm

Lin Yu and the man in the black robe looked into each other's eyes. The resolute light in their eyes was like a burning star, shining brightly and being as firm as steel. In this split second, their tacit understanding was achieved instantaneously, as if they were connected by a spiritual bond. Without the slightest hesitation, they were like arrows shot from a powerful crossbow, carried by an indomitable and desperate momentum, and rushed into the ceremony site as swiftly as a gust of wind and a clap of thunder. In an instant, the atmosphere at the scene was like an exploded powder magazine. With a loud "boom", a thrilling, life-and-death battle that hung in the balance started with great fanfare and a bloody curtain was drawn.

Lin Yu stood tall and straight, like a pine tree defying the frost and snow, proudly standing there. His clothes fluttered wildly in the fierce agitation of the violent spiritual power, making a whistling sound. The spiritual power in his body was like a surging and mighty river, roaring forward without hesitation. The powerful force continuously poured into his limbs and bones, as if he was surrounded by spiritual flames, with an imposing manner. He held the Primordial Divine Sword tightly in both hands. The sword body shone brightly, like a shining star emitting light, and also like the scorching sun in the sky, extremely dazzling. The sword seemed to keenly sense the surging and passionate fighting spirit in its master's heart, vibrating continuously and emitting a clear and passionate sword hum, which was melodious and was like a solemn and shocking declaration of war against the evil forces in the world. At this moment, Lin Yu unleashed the powerful force formed by the exquisite integration of the two peerless cultivation methods, the "Chaos Saint Canon" and the "Great Void Divine Control Art". His figure was agile and elegant, like a dragon frolicking in the nine heavens and a phoenix dancing among the clouds, as light as a startled swan and as vigorous as a swimming dragon. Every time he wielded the Primordial Divine Sword with all his strength, it caused the surrounding spiritual energy to gather madly as if out of control, like all rivers flowing into the sea, with a magnificent momentum. Under the precise guidance of the divine sword, these spiritual energies quickly condensed into sharp and dazzling sword qi, shining like the golden light of the sun. The sword qi crisscrossed and swept towards the evil high-ranking members like a net of heaven and earth. Wherever the sword qi passed, the air was like fragile paper, easily torn into deep and dark slits. The space seemed unable to bear the heavy pressure, and under the impact of this powerful force, it was as if it was forcibly torn open with a ferocious gap, making a terrifying "hissing" sound, which made people's scalp tingle and a chill rise in their hearts. Each strand of sword qi contained Lin Yu's deep-seated and bitter hatred for the evil forces, which was the heartache, indignation, and implacable hatred after witnessing all the evil deeds of the evil forces; and his unshakable determination to defend justice, like a towering and eternal mountain, unwavering and immovable. These sword qi were like precise and deadly arrows, stabbing directly at the vital parts of the evil high-ranking members. Every move was sharp and ruthless, leaving no chance for the enemy to catch their breath. Each move was aimed at killing, with the intention of completely eradicating the evil.

The man in the black robe was no less formidable. He was like a ghost that was elusive and invisible in the dark night. His figure was as unpredictable as a mass of black mist, flickering and having an uncertain whereabouts. His movements were agile and rapid, like lightning flashing across the night sky, disappearing in an instant and leaving only a faint afterimage that was difficult to capture, making it impossible to predict his next move. The weapon in the man in the black robe's hand had a strange shape. It resembled a sickle but was not exactly a sickle, and it resembled a hook but was different from a hook. It emitted a strange and cold light all over, like the ghostly fire from the depths of the Nine Nether Hell, eerie and terrifying, exuding a chilling and terrifying aura. Relying on his superb and peerless skills and his flexible and ghostly body techniques, he continuously shuttled among the group of experts of the evil forces, like a light and agile swallow, freely moving through the deadly gaps in the rain of swords and spears with ease. His weapon was either lightly flicked, or swiftly stabbed, or sharply slashed. Every attack was accompanied by a fierce howling wind, making a "whooshing" sound, like the wailing of ghosts and howling of wolves, causing those evil experts to be terrified and overwhelmed, and they could only frantically and clumsily defend themselves passively, without the ability to fight back. He skillfully used his extraordinary speed and excellent skills to carefully create one favorable attack opportunity after another for Lin Yu, either cleverly diverting the enemy's attention to make them reveal their flaws, or shrewdly disrupting the enemy's defensive formation to make them fall into chaos. The cooperation between the two was like a match made in heaven, seamless and perfect. For a moment, the evil high-ranking members were thrown into a state of confusion, panic, and clumsiness, as if they had fallen into an invisible but impenetrable net of heaven and earth, being restricted everywhere, struggling to cope, and completely losing their initial calmness and arrogance of underestimating the enemy, falling into a difficult situation of being beaten passively.

However, the evil high-ranking members, who were able to control an organization as large, complex, and powerful as the "Heaven-Questioning Pavilion" and had remained standing in the cultivation world for many years, were by no means mediocre or incompetent. After all, they had profound strength and a solid foundation. Years of hard cultivation and resource accumulation had given them an unfathomable reserve of spiritual power. After a brief period of confusion and disarray, they quickly regained their footing with their rich and seasoned combat experience and powerful spiritual power foundation. There was a sinister and resolute look in their eyes, like a venomous viper that had been completely enraged, opening its huge mouth, revealing its deadly fangs, and beginning to use various evil and vicious cultivation methods to launch a crazy counterattack. In an instant, the scene was filled with dazzling lights, and various evil spiritual power lights intertwined and coiled together, like a colorful but deadly poisonous fog, slowly spreading throughout the space, like the miasma of a demon, eroding every inch of the air. Some evil cultivation methods could summon pitch-black skeleton phantoms. These skeletons were all huge and imposing, pouncing fiercely towards Lin Yu and the man in the black robe. There was a strange and terrifying red light flickering in their empty and deep eye sockets, 

like the ghostly fire from the netherworld of hell, and they let out a hair-raising and bone-chilling roar, as if they wanted to devour all the vitality in the world. Some evil cultivation methods could release spiritual power lights with strong corrosiveness. Wherever they went, the ground was like being burned by the fire of hell, and huge and deep pits were instantly burned out. Thick and pungent black smoke was constantly billowing out of the pits. The hard stones were like fragile ice and snow, quickly melting into a black viscous liquid under the erosion of this evil light, like the boiling magma from the depths of hell, gurgling and flowing, exuding a suffocating smell of death, as if the footsteps of death were approaching step by step.

The battle instantly entered a fierce and stalemate stage. Both sides went all out, attacking and defending alternately, refusing to yield to each other. Every attack was made with all their strength, as if they were staking their lives; every defense was carried out carefully, like walking on the edge of an abyss or treading on thin ice, without daring to be the slightest bit negligent. Powerful spiritual power fluctuations originated from the core area of the battle, like surging waves, wave after wave, spreading madly in all directions. Wherever they went, it was like sweeping away the withered and the weak, impacting everything around. Those originally extremely solid buildings, under the fierce impact of the spiritual power fluctuations, were like faint candlelights flickering in the wind and rain, precarious and in great danger. The bricks and stones on the walls peeled off and collapsed one after another under the violent impact of the spiritual power, falling to the ground with a "crackling" sound and raising clouds of dust and debris; the roof tiles were like withered leaves swept away by the strong wind, flying around everywhere, and some were even directly crushed into fine powder under the pressure of the spiritual power and scattered with the wind. The entire ceremony site seemed to be plunged into a tragic and chaotic situation like the end of the world in an instant. The smoke and dust filled the air, like the chaos before the creation of the world, where one could not see one's own hand in front of one's face, and it was dim and dark. The shouts of battle and the clanging sounds of weapons colliding intertwined and converged, like a tragic and solemn deathly movement, forming a bloody, terrifying, tragic and 

solemn battle picture, like a human purgatory, extremely horrible and making people shudder with fear when they saw it.