Immortality Cultivation: I Can increase My Stats Using Clansmen's Qi-Blood

The three quickly dodged, simultaneously preparing to deal with any possible new threats.

At this moment, a deep voice echoed in the cave, "You mortals dare to desecrate my dwelling."

The three looked up, only to see a gigantic figure slowly emerge from the depths of the cave.

This figure was even larger than the previous apparition, exuding a suffocating pressure.

"What is this?" Hong Ling's voice trembled slightly.

"I am the Master of Netherworld Valley, you ants dare to disturb my slumber." The figure's voice thundered, making their eardrums ache.

Luo Chen gripped the Silver Moon Ice Blade tightly, knowing that this opponent was far stronger than the previous specters.

"We must unite, or we won't be able to defeat it."

Hong Ling and Qing Shuang nodded, knowing this was their final battle.

Luo Chen launched the first attack, the Silver Moon Ice Blade casting streaks of cold light, attempting to freeze the figure's movement.

Hong Ling followed closely, her swordsmanship more fierce, each strike infused with powerful Spiritual Energy.

Qing Shuang once again used the Heavenly Lock secret technique, trying to restrain the figure's actions.

However, the power of the Master of Netherworld Valley far exceeded their expectations. With a mere wave, it repelled Luo Chen's ice blade, easily dissolved Hong Ling's Sword Qi, and Qing Shuang's chains were unable to touch its body.

"Your strength is too weak." The Master of Netherworld Valley's voice was filled with scorn.

The three were thrown back by the force; they knew they must find a new way to combat this formidable enemy.

Luo Chen took a deep breath, closed his eyes, attempting to communicate with the power within the Silver Moon Ice Blade.

Hong Ling and Qing Shuang also prepared their respective secret techniques, knowing this was their last chance.

At that moment, Luo Chen felt a warm power emanating from the Silver Moon Ice Blade; he opened his eyes to see the blade's light growing brighter, seemingly responding to his call.

"Let's go together!" Luo Chen shouted, his body enveloped in the light of the Silver Moon Ice Blade, turning him into a beam of light.

Hong Ling and Qing Shuang also felt the surge of power, hesitating no more as they unleashed their most powerful secret techniques.

Luo Chen's Silver Moon Ice Blade streaked like a meteor across the night sky, piercing towards the heart of the Master of Netherworld Valley.

Hong Ling's Sword Qi roared like a storm, overwhelmingly assaulting the enemy.

Qing Shuang's chains wove like a net, attempting to imprison the Master of Netherworld Valley.

This time, their attacks finally had an effect.

The Master of Netherworld Valley roared in agony as its body was pierced by the Silver Moon Ice Blade.

Hong Ling's Sword Qi and Qing Shuang's chains successfully restricted its movements.

Luo Chen knew this was their only chance. He poured all his Spiritual Energy into the Silver Moon Ice Blade, causing it to emit a dazzling light, capable of freezing everything.

"Break!" Luo Chen shouted, the Silver Moon Ice Blade thoroughly penetrating the body of the Master of Netherworld Valley.

The body of the Master of Netherworld Valley began to tremble, its power quickly dissipating.

Finally, with an unwilling roar, it turned into a wisp of black smoke, vanishing into the air.

Luo Chen, Hong Ling, and Qing Shuang collapsed to the ground, knowing the battle had finally ended.

"It should be over now..." Luo Chen's voice carried a hint of exhaustion.

Hong Ling and Qing Shuang nodded, understanding fully how hard-won this victory was.

After resting for a while, the three got up slowly, preparing to leave this once-dangerous cave.

However, just as they were about to leave, a low laugh echoed again from the cave's depths.

Their hearts tightened, realizing things were far from over.

"You think you can eliminate me so easily?" The voice was mocking, "I am the Master of Netherworld Valley, my power is beyond your mortal imagination."

Luo Chen, Hong Ling, and Qing Shuang exchanged glances, knowing the upcoming battle would be even more challenging.

Luo Chen held the Silver Moon Ice Blade tightly, while Hong Ling and Qing Shuang readied their weapons and secret techniques.

"We have no retreat now, only to fight to the end," Luo Chen said firmly.

Hong Ling nodded, her sword tip pointed to the ground, starting to chant ancient curses softly.

Qing Shuang closed his eyes, forming seals with his hands, preparing to unleash his most powerful Sealing Skill.

The figure of the Master of Netherworld Valley appeared before them once more, more solid and seemingly stronger than before.

It slowly raised its hand, a wave of black energy spreading from its palm.

"Watch out!" Luo Chen shouted, and the three swiftly scattered to avoid the direct impact of the energy wave.

"Your struggle is futile." The Master of Netherworld Valley's voice brimmed with disdain.

Luo Chen took a deep breath, knowing he must use all his strength to gain a glimmer of vitality.

He raised the Silver Moon Ice Blade high above his head, a frigid power surged from the blade, forming a massive Ice Wall, attempting to block the Master of Netherworld Valley's attack.

Hong Ling and Qing Shuang also launched their assaults, Hong Ling's Sword Qi burned like flames, while Qing Shuang's chains transformed into lightning, striking towards the Master of Netherworld Valley.

Facing the trio's united attack, the Master of Netherworld Valley merely waved its hand lightly, nullifying their assaults entirely.

Its power seemed endless, each attack casting immense pressure on Luo Chen and the others.

"You are too weak, too weak!" The voice of the Master of Netherworld Valley dripped with scorn.