That wisp of crimson seeped out from the Blood Coagulation Man. The moment He Yiming made contact with that crimson thread, he instantly sensed it—this power was almost identical to Hao Xue’s Blood Coagulation Art.

And at that very moment, He Yiming understood precisely what the blood-colored power emanating from the Ancient Demon was.

The power of the Blood Coagulation Art was indeed formidable, capable of shattering the radiant streams emitted by the Five Elements Ring.

However, He Yiming still felt a profound sense of disbelief regarding this peculiar Fog Man.

His figure shifted slightly, executing a swift turn, instantly retracting the Five Elements Ring. His hands then moved rapidly through a series of intricate hand seals; within a single breath, he had fully formed the Fire Control Seal.

His palm immediately glowed red, but unlike the Fog Man’s crimson, his was fiercely scarlet like spilled blood, while the other was wild and blazing like fire.

A flower of flame suddenly coalesced in his palm. Empowered by the Fire Control Seal, the flame-blossom exploded, instantly enveloping the Fog Man.

Only then did He Yiming secretly exhale in relief.

Mist originates from water; if the moisture within were to be thoroughly scorched dry by intense flames, this Fog Man would naturally dissipate.

Yet, a glance at the Ancient Demon’s face revealed a faint, disdainful smile, causing a sudden jolt in He Yiming’s heart. He then witnessed an even more astonishing sight.

The Fog Man burst forth from the sea of flames. Though flames continued to burn on its form, it seemed utterly unconcerned, and these flames appeared incapable of harming it in the slightest.

This time, He Yiming was genuinely surprised. Still, he let out a cold snort, pushed a palm forward flatly—it moved like a sudden, sweeping gale—instantly blowing the Fog Man reeling backward.

Although this entity was bizarre, it was, after all, a creature of mist. Its greatest bane was wind. For He Yiming, who had already condensed the Flower of Wind, as long as he prevented it from drawing near, there would be no significant danger.

A tremendous roar sounded again, and Dai Fengzi, who had been violently flung away by He Yiming’s full-force strike, returned. He was now incandescent with rage, his eyes bloodshot, and his very physique seemed to have expanded slightly.

Wielding his colossal steel plate, he charged forward relentlessly, hacking wildly and indiscriminately at He Yiming.

He Yiming gave a cold scoff, his wrist flicked, and the Five Elements Ring materialized in his grasp. Powerful True Qi flooded into it, smashing head-on against the steel plate.

Dai Fengzi emitted a sound akin to a bestial howl. His legs were already driven deep into the earth, and the bones throughout his body cracked audibly, yet he held firm, refusing to retreat a single step against He Yiming’s onslaught.

He Yiming’s heart tightened; this Dai Fengzi’s strength seemed significantly greater than before.

Gazing at the ferocious, beast-like expression contorting Dai Fengzi’s face, He Yiming felt a chill creep into his core. He finally understood why this immensely powerful Venerable was called ‘Madman.’

It must be that this man had cultivated some miraculous scripture—a technique that allowed him to grow stronger the stronger his opponent, continuously boosting his power throughout the fight. Unless he could be instantly obliterated, defeating this man would prove exceptionally difficult.

The Ancient Demon also let out a strange whistle. The two bizarre weapons in his hands spun up and down, attacking He Yiming from angles no one could have anticipated. Simultaneously, the Fog Man, blown away by the Flower of Wind, rolled back into the fray.

He Yiming’s expression finally grew serious. Among the three opponents before him, the Fog Man gave him the most unsettling sensation. This indestructible, clinging nuisance was truly a nightmare to deal with, and observing its blood-red hue, even He Yiming dared not touch it lightly. To be truly entangled by that thing would spell genuine trouble.

The Five Elements Ring in his hand flared anew, three primary elemental forces erupting simultaneously to intercept the attacks coming from three directions. While the Ancient Demon and Dai Fengzi were powerful, He Yiming managed them with relative ease. It was only that crimson Fog Man, sticking like dried adhesive plaster, that caused him increasing agony.

If not for his mastery of Wind Arts, having condensed the Flower of Wind to continuously blast it away, it would likely have already swarmed him by now.

He took a deep breath, and the Five Elements Ring shot out from his hand. This imitation artifact spun rapidly around his body, seemingly connected to him by some mysterious bond. Immense power radiated from its revolutions, forcing everyone back several paces.

Then, He Yiming planted his feet shoulder-to-shoulder, his hands already forming a peculiar hand seal.

The moment this seal was completed, his physical form seemed to merge with the void. In the eyes of the Ancient Demon and the others, He Yiming vanished, replaced instead by a towering mountain—a colossal peak rising from the ground where nothing had been before.

Sky-Upholding Seal…

This was the most potent Earth Attribute technique among all the seals He Yiming commanded.

However, just as the Sky-Upholding Seal was halfway executed, an intense sense of peril erupted within He Yiming’s heart.

Without hesitation, He Yiming pressed lightly off the ground with his feet, soaring upward like a great bird. After circling briefly in the air, he exhaled the Flower of Wind, once more driving the crimson Fog Man back, grabbing the Five Elements Ring. He whipped out a swirl of tri-colored light, blasting the Ancient Demon and Dai Fengzi away, borrowing that momentum to pull clear of his original position.

He aborted the Sky-Upholding Seal mid-motion, swiftly vacated the area, and repelled his surrounding enemies—all these actions completed in an instant.

The moment his feet left the earth, a gigantic maw erupted from the soil. Had He Yiming remained standing there, his feet would have certainly made intimate contact with that gaping mouth.

The Ancient Demon, retreating, was aghast. Though the Six-Legged beast appeared massive, its stealth techniques were absolutely unparalleled. Even in the midst of a chaotic melee, the Ancient Demon himself might not have easily detected its sneak attack. But He Yiming’s acute senses vastly exceeded his expectations, rendering the plot completely moot.

Yet, he failed to realize that after the previous ambush by Serpent Scholar, He Yiming had learned his lesson, especially in combat situations.

The Six-Legged Sacred Beast scrambled out quickly, its cold eyes locked onto He Yiming suspended in mid-air. Its six legs moved with blinding speed.

The next instant, its six feet blurred into afterimages, instantly arriving beside He Yiming.

At this point, He Yiming realized the Ancient Demon hadn't exaggerated; this creature’s velocity was truly beyond comparison for an ordinary Venerable.

He let out a cold snort, flicked his wrist, and brought the Five Elements Ring down with crushing force.

After a deafening crash, the Six-Legged Sacred Beast was smashed violently into the ground by He Yiming’s immense power.

Its nearly three-zhang massive body gouged out a considerable crater upon impact, yet after merely a slight movement of its bulk, it immediately charged forward again.

Its hide and flesh were far tougher than He Yiming had anticipated.

This brief delay allowed the Ancient Demon and the others to charge once more, synchronized seamlessly with the crimson Fog Man.

A sharp light flashed in He Yiming’s eyes. He let out a piercing cry—a sound like clashing metal, resonating with a clear, sharp tone that traveled far.

Then, a flash of white appeared in the sky, and White Horse Lightning materialized beside He Yiming with unbelievable speed. It turned, kicking out its hind hooves with lightning swiftness.

"Boom…"

Under that single kick, the enormous bulk of the Six-Legged Sacred Beast began spinning violently backward, smashing through countless walls and structures along its path, sent careening hundreds of meters away.

This immense power was in no way inferior to He Yiming’s full-power strike with the Five Elements Ring.

The Ancient Demon and the others were horrified; even the semi-mad Dai Fengzi’s eyes widened in shock.

The speed of White Horse Lightning sent a chill down their spines. None of them could even discern how Lightning had entered the fray. Furthermore, its strength was impossibly great; the Six-Legged Sacred Beast looked like a mere child before it.

Only the crimson Fog Man rushed forward, undaunted. However, facing He Yiming’s Flower of Wind, it could not even get close before being blown away again.

Lightning’s eyes brightened slightly. The single horn on its head began to glow intensely, and wisps of purple lightning started to boil and swirl around it.

The Ancient Demon’s face changed drastically. He screamed internally that things were going poorly and hurriedly extended a hand, attempting to recall the Fog Man. But Lightning’s speed was absolute; the purple lightning on its horn instantly coalesced and shot forward.

Once the purple lightning was unleashed, nothing could possibly evade it.

In an instant, the crimson Fog Man’s body became covered in a potent net of purple electricity.

Though this entity did not fear the Five Elements, it rapidly disintegrated under the assault of the lightning power.

In just a few breaths, the Fog Man that had been a headache for He Yiming vanished without a trace, leaving behind only several dozen white Sarira beads.

These Sarira beads were so formidable that even the purple lightning emitted by the White Horse could not destroy them.

The Ancient Demon’s body suddenly seized up. He spat out a mouthful of blood with a startled cry, his face turning utterly pale.

A long laugh echoed from Chu Haozhou’s direction. He announced loudly, "Brother He, I knew the White Horse would be by your side. If the three of us join forces, plus Brother Bai assisting, we can certainly wipe them all out."

Chu Haozhou was no fool. The reason he had driven away Zhan Hongtu and the other one was that upon sensing He Yiming, he had also picked up the aura of the White Horse.

Having spent over forty years alongside the White Horse, they were more familiar with each other than anyone. Even miles apart, they maintained a special form of sensory connection.

The White Horse could hide from the Ancient Demon and the others, but it absolutely could not hide from Chu Haozhou.

With the aid of the White Horse, a Super-Class Sacred Beast, they were guaranteed not to lose. Moreover, there was the unfathomably profound Bai Lingba, whom even Chu Haozhou himself dared not provoke.

It was precisely because he possessed absolute confidence that he had expelled Zhan Hongtu and the other man.

After all, those two had previously acted against the Xianling Mountain lineage; Chu Haozhou did not trust them.