The monsters that flew from the cavern were incredibly fast, reaching the cave entrance in a mere moment. They clearly hadn't expected to encounter humans here, and the lead creatures immediately let out sharp, urgent cries, seemingly signaling their companions below.

He Yiming snorted coldly, raising a hand as he unleashed the divine power of the Water element, which instantly transformed into a purple luminescence, completely freezing the first two Blue-Armored monsters. This purple radiance was the coldest manifestation of the power within the Seven-Colored Palace.

With He Yiming’s current divine cultivation, dealing with a few Blue-Armored monsters was akin to using an ox-slaying cleaver to kill a chicken—utterly excessive. The movements of the two Blue-Armored monsters froze mid-air, and they began to tumble downward.

However, before their bodies even hit the ground, two even more potent surges of Gold element divine power, carrying immense Heaven and Earth might, struck them heavily, shattering them into several pieces, ensuring they could never revive. Mou Zilong cheered loudly, but He Yiming sighed inwardly.

Such attacks were child’s play against the Blue-Armored monsters, but against the Golden monsters, he doubted he could even inflict a scratch. It seemed forging the Five Elements Ring into a divine artifact, unlocking its power to amplify divine force and even the might of Heaven and Earth, was the most crucial task.

Several piercing shrieks echoed upwards, accompanied by flashes of gold, silvery-white, and blue light, as nearly thirty death creatures of various colors materialized before the two of them. He Yiming’s expression grew slightly grave.

They had initially assumed these death creatures wouldn't be overwhelmingly strong, perhaps matching those on the surface at best. To their surprise, there were four Golden monsters, eight silvery-white ones, and over a dozen Blue-Armored ones among them.

Faced with this array, even Mou Zilong’s composure shifted slightly. This was, after all, the nest of these death creatures.

The strength of the three of them couldn't compare to Ma Yu and the others. If they couldn't resolve this situation quickly, potentially drawing in a massive swarm of death creatures, then even their demise here was not impossible.

"Tie up those four, I'll handle the rest first," He Yiming commanded suddenly. Mou Zilong didn't hesitate, surging forward.

Ten thousand feet of light erupted from his hands, beams that seemed to possess a magical sentience, rushing directly toward the four Golden monsters and enveloping them all at once. He Yiming flickered, his hand making a subtle sweep, and a silent force shot out.

A Red-Armored monster exploded without warning, its entire body appearing as if it had been pierced a thousand times in an instant; not even an immortal intervening could have saved it. Simultaneously, a purple radiance swelled over his hands.

The moment this power was unleashed, the temperature of the entire space dropped to bone-chilling levels, causing even the bodies of these formidable monsters to slow considerably. Mou Zilong inwardly praised He Yiming for pinning down the four Golden monsters in one swift push.

He Yiming had released his Water element True Qi in a freezing form, which appeared to affect everything equally. But in reality, while it had little effect on the top-tier humans and the Golden monsters, it was fatal to the others.

As expected, the Divine Puppet and He Yiming darted about, transforming into two streaks of wind that whirled incessantly within the purple light. In mere moments, including the silvery-white monsters, they had brutally slain them all.

But at this juncture, Mou Zilong cried out and retreated rapidly, flying backward. Four powerful Golden monsters were far beyond what he could handle alone.

Having wrestled with them for so long, he had reached his limit. He Yiming shifted his form, closing in on Mou Zilong with the speed of a flash.

Yet, just as he approached, he felt an immense pressure, his body trembling slightly, nearly causing him to fall. A flicker of surprise crossed his eyes.

This wasn't the work of the Golden monsters, but power emanating from Mou Zilong—a potent gravity born of an Earth element mutation. His mind raced.

It seemed every one of these veteran powerhouses possessed their own ultimate secrets; no one could be underestimated. The frigid purple light and the blood-red aura brimming with fierce hostility enveloped the four Golden monsters simultaneously, tangling them within the embrace of opposing forces.

Mou Zilong stabilized his retreating form against the cavern wall, drawing deep, ragged breaths. Though the exchange had been brief, he had exerted his full strength, encountering peril multiple times.

He inwardly counted himself lucky to have retreated intact. Glancing over at the corpses of the slain creatures, he paused slightly.

Most of the monsters’ bodies showed one of three distinct manners of death. One type was utterly desiccated, as if all vital power within them had been inexplicably sucked dry.

He had seen this death before; higher-ranked monsters, severely injured, would seek out lower-ranked ones to drain them into mummies to restore their own condition. These withered corpses, though not yet fully desiccated, were close to it.

The second mode of death was quite bizarre: nearly half the corpses were riddled with countless holes, as if instantly pierced by innumerable flying swords, turning them into sieves that leaked everything, resulting in a very thorough end. The final manner of death was the most straightforward: their skulls crushed by overwhelming force.

To kill these monsters quickly and efficiently, shattering their heads was the best approach. Therefore, Mou Zilong was certain this was He Yiming’s handiwork.

But the other two methods of death… A shiver ran down Mou Zilong’s spine. He Yiming and his Divine Puppet held too many secrets; they could not be judged by conventional standards.

He took a deep breath, transforming into a whirlwind and surging forward. He Yiming circled his hand, and the previous purple light transformed.

A flood of milky-white luminous power surged forth from his body, securely trapping two Golden monsters within its confines. Mou Zilong channeled the Earth element power infused with gravity, firmly binding one Golden monster before him.

He secretly envied He Yiming's ability to shift and employ the divine powers at will. As soon as the extreme icy power of the Water element proved insufficient against these top-tier Golden monsters, he immediately switched to the Light element, universally recognized as the most devastating to these creatures.

A master who could so fluidly switch cultivation attributes was undoubtedly peerless among those of the same rank. A strange, sharp cry, thick with power, suddenly erupted beside him.

Even with Mou Zilong’s cultivation and composure, he was startled. In his haste, he glanced over, and what he saw nearly made his eyeballs pop out.

The Divine Blood Condensation Man He Yiming had brought was locked in a tight embrace with one of the Golden monsters. The sight was staggering.

Even Pseudo-God Realm experts dared not let the monsters’ terrifying mouthparts pierce their flesh, as the power contained within those orifices was too immense, capable of draining anything completely. Yet, the Divine Puppet was acting completely contrary to expectation, holding the creature tight.

The Golden monster extended its long proboscis, plunging it deep into the Divine Puppet’s body, seemingly trying its best to suckle the power within. But bizarrely, the Divine Puppet appeared completely unfazed, while the body of the Golden monster began to shrink.

Faint wisps of crimson light continuously bled from its form, flowing into the Divine Puppet’s interior. For every bit of red light that escaped, its size diminished proportionately.

In just a moment, its struggling form slowed, and even its cries carried a note of terror. Mou Zilong’s scalp tingled.

He exerted himself to the utmost to contain the Golden monster before him, raising his assessment of He Yiming and the Divine Puppet even higher. Two more wretched screams pierced the air from the other side.

Beneath the milky-white light of the holy power, massive holes periodically appeared on the bodies of the two Golden monsters. Even observing closely, Mou Zilong couldn't discern how these holes were forming.

It seemed that wherever He Yiming’s gaze settled, a transparent breach would instantly materialize there. In a few moments, these two Golden monsters had accumulated at least a dozen such rents.

Under normal circumstances, given the strength and physique of these Golden creatures, they could easily withstand twice this number of wounds. But now, engulfed by He Yiming’s Light element, under the illumination of the milky-white radiance, the wounds on their bodies rapidly festered and vaporized.

The purifying effect of the Light element was demonstrated to its absolute extreme at this moment. After just a quarter of an hour, several sharp shrieks seemed to ring out simultaneously.

The Golden monster locked in the intimate embrace with the Divine Puppet had been reduced to a relatively withered corpse. The two Golden monsters enveloped by the Light element were even more tragic; virtually nothing of their bodies remained, save for two long proboscises flashing with golden light.

He Yiming swept his hand, and the Light element retracted, leaving two golden proboscises in his grasp. He then looked at Mou Zilong with a trace of hesitation in his eyes.

A surge of intense competitive spirit flared within Mou Zilong’s heart. He roared, and the divine power within him surged forth.

Everything before him seemed to undergo a subtle transformation; the body of the Golden monster suddenly felt a thousand times heavier, plummeting violently from mid-air. Killing intent sharpened in Mou Zilong’s gaze.

He unleashed every technique he possessed, all his lethal moves bursting forth in an instant. The Golden monster lying on the ground, unable to rise, let out a final screech before finally being decapitated, posing no further threat.