Master of Strange Dao

He had relied on the mystical powers of the Seven Yin King to manifest a real scene, exploiting a loophole to complete the judgment and summon the King of Hungry Ghosts. However, because of the environment there, he was stuck.

If this place was destroyed, the foundation of the judgment would dissipate, and he would lose his power.

Yu Ziqing hesitated no longer. He leaped forward, his eyes burning with Blood Flame, ignoring the fancy movements, and pressed one hand on the head of the Seven Yin King.

"Linked."

The Secret Technique was activated.

In an instant, the Seven Yin King in Yu Ziqing's hand began transforming into the appearance of an ordinary Yin Devil.

Yu Ziqing's hand pierced into the other's head, firmly grasping the Seven Yin King's descending consciousness.

Using this consciousness as a starting point, this time, he quickly saw where the Seven Yin King was located.

He saw the true body of the Seven Yin King.

"Retribution."

With a low shout, black flames, using the consciousness of the Seven Yin King as a medium, descended directly upon the body of the Seven Yin King.

Then came the blood-colored flames, transforming into a torrent, infused by the vast power of the Three Calamities that Yu Ziqing had summoned from the sky, pouring into the Seven Yin King's body.

Yu Ziqing held fast to the consciousness of the Seven Yin King's descent, gritting his teeth. Various Divine Secret Skills were employed mercilessly.

What was the point of forcing back the descending consciousness? It was of no use as the entity remained fearless.

He had to hurt him, make him tremble with fear just thinking about it.

Just by locking eyes, Yu Ziqing knew that his current strength would not be enough to kill the Seven Yin King, not even while bearing the identity of the King of Hungry Ghosts.

The gap in power was significant, and the gap in Realm was too.

But it wasn't important; if he couldn't kill him, at the very least, he needed to leave something on him, a mark.

Deep within the Abyss, in that world that seemed both illusory and real, the Seven Yin King slowly stepped down from his throne.

He let out an enraged roar.

The black flames and Blood Flame, compared to his enormous body, were like a stream compared to a torrent.

The black flames and Blood Flame, accompanied by the vast power of the Three Calamities, permeated and ignited one of his arms.

When he slapped down, trying to extinguish the flames, he unexpectedly ignited his other hand as well.

The power of the Three Calamities was like adding fuel to the fire, intermingling with the black flames and Blood Flame, continuously burning and growing stronger.

The Seven Yin King was furious, extending his two hands, the dreadful power exceeding the Ninth Tier's limit, following the connection directly toward Yu Ziqing.

Meanwhile, on the other side, in the cave, the giant's eyes suddenly brightened.

"The deity dared to act personally!"

The giant's gaze quickly narrowed to search the area.

Once that substantial gaze swept through a part of the Abyss, it was as if a basin of cold water instantly extinguished the fiery anger of the Seven Yin King.

He gritted his teeth, raised his head, and withdrew his hands.

With a thought, he severed the burning arm, and the other burning hand fell off as well.

On his massive throne, the skulls burst into flames and turned to ashes.

The Seven Yin King looked around, one hand burnt to ashes, the other arm too damaged to retrieve its power.

He simply threw the arm away and then fled, enveloping the illusory world where his body resided.

A skeletal arm, only bones remaining from the burn, followed that thread of consciousness, crossing space, and headed straight for Yu Ziqing.

In the instant of escape, the Seven Yin King not only severed the connection with that arm but also forcibly cut the cord of consciousness projected into the human world, abandoning it.

Though the powerful hungry ghost was troublesome and annoying, it was far less of a nuisance than the owner of that gaze.

Targeted by that individual, this Lord of Yin Devils would eventually need to abdicate.

Yu Ziqing lost his sensing of the Seven Yin King; the power of his Divine Skill began to drift and fade away, gradually becoming obscured.

The thread of consciousness in his hand, under the incinerating Blood Flame, continuously condensed, finally transforming into a gemstone shining with a seven-colored aura.

And the world around him, filled with starved ghosts, began to collapse.

The power within Yu Ziqing also began to dissipate continually.

With a cracking sound, the entire scene shattered, turning into a world that seemed simultaneously illusory and real.

Yu Ziqing felt his original state return, Sixth Tier in Refining God, and Fifth Tier Peak in Body Refinement.

Except now, he held a gemstone glowing with a seven-colored aura.

The Seven Yin King had been decisive, abandoning all when circumstances turned unfavorable, fleeing with the world on his back.

At this moment, the surrounding illusory world also began gradually to collapse and dissipate.

Yang and the others emerged one after another.

Yu Ziqing glanced at You Zhen.

"Senior, a skeletal arm will soon drop down here. Could you please catch it? I'm afraid others won't withstand it."

"Okay."

A few dozen breaths later, from the gradually vanishing illusory world, a skeletal alien arm flew out, heading directly toward Yu Ziqing's position.

You Zhen stepped into the air, arriving before the arm in an instant, punching out with a surge of energy. The thousand-foot-tall arm slightly shook, its speed plummeted, and cracks appeared on the white bones.

"Senior, that's the Seven Yin King's arm; a valuable item. Don't shatter it; that creature is not known for flesh and blood endurance, could not withstand a few of your blows."

Yu Ziqing's heart skipped a beat as he quickly reminded.

Hearing this, You Zhen was at a loss for what to do next, knowing another punch would certainly break it.

At this moment, the village chief stepped forward, bare-chested, and gently patted the massive arm, which he then lifted slowly, placing it between the locust forest and Jinlan Mountain, standing it upright.

Yu Ziqing watched as the illusory world gradually faded, clasped his hands together, and addressed the crowd.

"Someone is approaching quickly; I'll handle the aftermath first."

Yu Ziqing took out a locust branch, dipped it in sweet rain, and continuously scattered it, repairing the damaged locust forest.

In the original location of the eastern locust forest, five enormous Great Devil heads lay like small mountains.

The heads burned with black flames, incinerating the Divine Soul and consciousness of the Great Devils, with screams audible from hundreds of miles away.

Yu Ziqing scattered the sweet rain, wrapping each head in the locust forest, swiftly restoring the destroyed locust forest.

To return everything to its original state.

In less than two hours, on the surface, the entire large area to the east appeared restored.

Two hours later, the powerful figures from Dali arrived, seeing the locust forest to the east of Jinlan Mountain remain unharmed.

Though outside the forest, the ground bore the scars of battle.

Within the locust forest, five mountain-sized Great Devil heads burned with black flames, screams unending.

And in the forest, from a distance, a thousand-foot-tall skeletal arm stood planted on the ground.

Viewed from outside, everything about Jinlan Mountain seemed unchanged, except for a few additions.