The successive collisions pushed the fury and astonishment in the hearts of the four people to the extreme.

They were all old ghosts who had entrenched themselves in the Netherworld for a hundred years, with their cultivation honed to the utmost of a yin soul. In their lifetimes, they were leaders of various sects, and never had they been driven to such a sorry state by a young junior, all by himself.

In an instant, they saw the situation clearly. In solo combat, none of them could break that Unmatched Spear Stance forged by the Five Elements Magnetic Force. If they continued to be led by the nose by Shen Siyuan, they would only be taken apart one by one, ultimately facing God and Soul Annihilation.

"Let’s attack together and kill him."

Wen Huai’an shouted fiercely, the wolf hair brush in his hand pausing heavily. The tip drew a deep black ink mark in the void, changing tactics first.

He no longer insisted on using the brush tip to meet the spear light head-on. As his figure drifted back, he chanted the True Words of the Confucian Sect, tainted by a century of yin and Polluted Energy. The tip of the brush moved swiftly, forming large solid characters of iron in the void.

It was no longer scattered attacks; each character bore the strength of the Confucian principle "Literature Carries the Way," yet was twisted by his obsession and Polluted Energy, carrying the will of "Imprisonment" and "Suppress and Kill."

The admonitions of the Analects and Spring and Autumn under his brush transformed into an all-encompassing Literary Net. The ink-colored characters crisscrossed like a large net, descending upon Shen Siyuan.

This Literary Net did not contend with the Primordial Magnetic Power directly. Any void it touched was firmly nailed down, even the omnipresent Yin Wind seemed to come to a halt.

It aimed to lock down the space for Shen Siyuan’s movement with the Magic Skill "Literature Determines Heaven and Earth" of the Confucian Sect.

At the moment the Literary Net entangled Shen Siyuan, Huo Jingshan let out a roar that shook the heavens and earth.

This veteran of the battlefield abandoned all defenses completely. Underneath his tattered Mystic Iron Armor, his veins bulged like coiled dragons, and the Soldier Evil Qi around him erupted like a volcano.

The dim shadow of an army behind him was unexpectedly ignited completely by his own Soul Power at this moment.

In an instant, the shadow solidified, and countless armored Soldier Souls roared out, forming an indestructible military formation barrier in front of him.

"Kill~"

With a loud shout, the Breaking Formation Spear in Huo Jingshan’s hand let out a dragon’s roar. He no longer retreated, charging forward towards Shen Siyuan’s spear tip with astonishing bravery.

As the spear tips collided fiercely, the Primordial Magnetic Power and the power of the army’s Soldier Evil Qi exploded in the void, creating ripples visible to the naked eye. The black earth of the Netherworld beneath their feet was instantly blown several feet away.

Huo Jingshan felt an unmatched force rush into his body through the spear shaft. His tiger’s mouth torn instantly, black smoke surged, and countless fine cracks exploded on his armor. His whole body was sent flying.

Yet his feet seemed to be rooted, forcibly halting his backward momentum, roaring again as he charged with his spear.

What he intended to do was use the blood-courage of the Military Family, fearless in the face of death, to firmly entangle Shen Siyuan’s spear tip, creating opportunities for the other three.

Xuanji Zi’s eyes filled with a sinister light. Seizing this rare opportunity, he swung the horsetail whisk fiercely toward the void, all three thousand strands of Dust Silk snapping, transforming into three thousand black talismans, nailing towards all directions around Shen Siyuan.

His Seven-Star Step was swift as an afterimage, chanting the most ghostly Forbidden Curse of the Taoist Sect, the Peach Wood Sword at his waist soaring up, the black talismans on the blade all peeling off, forming into an Eight-corner Array Gate in the void.

"Nine Nether Soul Lock, Eight Diagrams Sealing Demon~ Array activate..."

The cold shout fell, eight array gates instantly formed, waves of yin talismans surged into the array like a tide.

This killing array, based on the Eight Trigrams Array of the Taoist Sect, using the Netherworld’s Pollution as a guide, and his own Soul Power as a sacrifice, instantly enveloped Shen Siyuan within.

As the array doors closed, the void originally distorted by the Primordial Magnetic Power was nailed and solidified by countless talismans, the Polluted Energy, like viscous black water, filled every inch of the array, frantically counteracting the power of the Five Elements Magnetism.

Xuanji Zi’s face showed a hideous smile.

He knew best where Shen Siyuan’s strength came from, the ubiquitous Primordial Magnetic Power in the void.

Now with the Eight Diagrams Soul-locking Array nailing the void, locking away all power, leaving him no leverage, his strength reduced by nine-tenths.

And just when the array gates closed, the Literary Net locked the body, and Huo Jingshan firmly entangled the spear tip, the deadliest killer move silently attacked.

Liao Chen, who had been softly chanting a Buddhist mantra, had the benevolent smile on his face completely twisted into insane greed.

The string of black Bodhi Beads in his hand had long turned to dust unnoticed, each bead transforming into an invisible Demon Pattern, slipping into the depths of the Netherworld.

At this moment, his hands suddenly formed a mudra, the Buddhist chant in his mouth abruptly turning sharp and piercing, half was the Merciful Buddhist Sound that purifies the world, half was the Eternal Demon Spell that devours the soul. Two entirely different sounds intertwined, stabbing straight into the depths of the soul.

"Amitabha Buddha, since the benefactor refuses to lay down the butcher’s knife, this humble monk can only let you experience God and Soul Annihilation..."

As the shout fell, the black earth beneath Shen Siyuan suddenly exploded, countless black Demon Patterns surged up like poisonous snakes, weaving into an impenetrable Demon Net, entwining towards his feet.

At the same time, that Buddha Demon Sound, like two sharp knives, crazily clashed into his Sea of Consciousness, the Buddhist sound captivating the mind, the Demon Spell corroding the soul, intending to make him in this front and back attack, have a moment of stagnation in his Sea of Consciousness.

This moment was enough for the four century-old ghosts.

Just as they were ready to unleash the final killer move, the three small ones hidden in the incense cloud by Shen Siyuan were getting anxious.

Dou Dou couldn’t hold back any longer, wanting to rescue her Potato. She kicked her short legs, wanting to burst through the incense.

"I’ll kill you all." She shouted angrily.

Immediately after, the Soul-hooking Chain around Xiao Yue spun rapidly, the sound of tearing air as if ripping the air apart, the Three Pure Ones Bell attached to the tail emitted rapid sounds, forming a continuous stream, surging outwards like a tide, repelling everything around.

Duoduo merely pursed her lips, softly turned, and disappeared on the spot.

Yet just as their bodies moved, a gentle yet vast force like mountains and seas suddenly enveloped them.

That force did not harm them at all but carried an undeniable absolute control, instantly fixing the three little figures in place, unable to move their hands and feet.

Dou Dou maintained her pouncing pose, the Soul-hooking Chain around Xiao Yue stopped in mid-air, and Duoduo was directly "pushed out" of the void, landing back on the ground.

And at this moment, the center of the battlefield was life and death at a fine line.

The grim smiles on the four’s faces had reached their peak, in their view, Shen Siyuan was doomed.

Yet at this critical juncture, Shen Siyuan remained utterly calm.

In those deep eyes of his, splendid light suddenly burst forth.

Finally, he retained nothing; without scruple, he unleashed all his power.

Behind Shen Siyuan’s head, an ancient, heavy Bronze Treasure Mirror slowly emerged...