Pffft... Joka completely disregarded the fact that his battle meridians were severed, furiously surging his fighting spirit through the broken conduits, much like a horde of corpses being piled up to bridge a gap so an army could charge across. In an instant!

Qian Jin knew he had finally seen this demon clearly, seen the terrifying might of a shattered Battle Soul! The sheer force was like an avalanche from years past... Retreat?

One could flee from an avalanche, but there was no escaping this Joka. Divide and Slash! Shatter!

Ground-Breaking Slash! Shatter! Raging Lotus Combat Skill!

Shatter! Seven Forms of Blood War! Shatter!

Exploding Bear Uprooting Mountain Combat Skill! Shatter! Super Void Soul Combat Skill!

Shatter! The Qian Family's Kun Combat Skill... Every single combat skill!

Except for the Eighteen Hammers of Ascent Peak and the Hidden Thunder Combat Skill, shatter them all, shatter, shatter, shatter, shatter, shatter! Pffft... Qian Jin's pores erupted, spewing a dazzling mist of blood.

He was completely enveloped by it, veins bulging as if they might burst through his skin at any second. His battle meridians could no longer withstand the impact force of these combat skills exploding one after another, beginning to crack, crack... even threatening to shatter completely.

He was fighting with his life on the line! Qian Jin was employing nearly everything he had, staking it all on this desperate gamble! Some battle seals he possessed only one of, others he had two!

A chain explosion like this was enough to make a Battle Soul Warrior's body instantly explode. Years of tempering with Volcanic Elixirs, being buried in the sands of the Ancient Desolate Sea, the strange lakes of the Valley of Four Seasons... layer upon layer had refined his body, battle meridians, and spirit apertures to a terrifying degree, yet even this supreme state was insufficient to bear the shock of all his combat skills detonating simultaneously.

"This is?" Joka felt a layer of goosebumps rise on his skin. How could this kid unleash such a dreadful, threatening power? Two chaotic, vast torrents of power collided head-on.

Blood began to seep from the corners of Qian Jin's eyes. The power unleashed by burning the Battle Soul was unimaginably immense! Especially the Battle Soul of the Elemental King, burning fiercely!

Flames melted the metallic energy, the two churning together like surging streams of molten metal... combined with the sheer weight of the earth... creating a force Qian Jin had never encountered before.

"Still... I... am stronger..." Joka forced out a few cold, mocking syllables through his gritted teeth.

Just a little more... just a little more and he would win... "You are indeed a bit stronger, but..." Duan Feng Buried appeared, slicing into Joka's flank.

His five fingers spread wide, pressing down onto the gaping wound on Joka's shoulder: "My comrade is here, and so am I!" "And me..." Burning Road Rhapsodist, carrying a battle saber, unceremoniously slashed toward Joka's back: "And us..." Slash! The saber plunged deep, blood erupting! Burning Road Rhapsodist slammed a palm into the wound, his Great True Gold Battle Qi forcibly extracting the gold energy from Joka's body, treating Joka entirely as if he were a mere metallic object.

"Devour! All of this blood, you must be pulled out!" Duan Feng Buried yanked his arm back, and the crimson blood jetted out like a never-ending spring. Devour!

Following the blood, fighting energy was also expelled! The Devouring special ability of the Nine-Headed Serpent bloodline could not always be activated effectively. The best conditions were when an opponent shattered their Battle Soul or when a Saint-level expert destroyed their Soul Domain.

The next best condition was when the opponent had an unhealed wound. Coincidentally, Joka possessed both advantages today. "You...

you are insane?" Joka's body screamed in agony, eyes wide with fury, blood spraying from his eye corners. He stared in disbelief at the two new opponents who had just joined the fray. The Battle Soul dust they had just swallowed should have pushed their bodies to their absolute limit, perhaps even beyond it.

They ought to be finding a demon-free place immediately to quietly digest the energy within them. Otherwise, they risked leaving behind permanent injuries. This forced plundering was not entirely beneficial.

Yet, these two madmen, already beyond their limits, were not only refusing to retreat but were charging headlong into danger! The sudden addition of two forces vying for energy caused Joka's concentration to split. The pressure on Qian Jin immediately lessened, and the torrent of shattered combat skills and battle energy immediately counter-attacked.

"You want me dead?" Joka glanced back at Lucifer Zhifeng, who was adjusting his magic behind a magic shield: "Zhifeng, please take care of the demons in my home!" An icy chill instantly spread across Lucifer Zhifeng's body. Seeing the chillingly placid, lifeless look in Joka's eyes, he immediately understood... "Come then!

We die together!" "Get back..." Lucifer Flowing Water's words were still caught in his throat when Joka's body suddenly exploded! Violent battle qi scattered everywhere. The magic unleashed by dozens, even hundreds, of powerful mages enveloped a thirty-meter radius in smoke and splashing qi, with black flames coiling, rolling, and roaring throughout.

Pffft... The three of Qian Jin were blasted backward, their clothes shredded. There was hardly an inch of unblemished skin left on any of them.

Blood and fire burned their bodies as they crashed heavily to the ground, gouging out bloody trenches several meters long. "Fallen Angel Bloodline Demon Warrior, quite exquisite." Mune Naze Zhence, covered in blood after dispatching his opponent, lightly fanned his folding fan while observing the magic shield that looked ready to collapse at any moment. Lucifer Zhifeng suddenly felt an inexplicable worry.

This staggering wreck, this mere dreg who could barely defeat one Demon Warrior before collapsing, yet he exerted a strange pressure on the demons. "Ever heard of Dual Cultivation of Battle and Demon?" Mune Naze Zhence swayed his fan. "You must have.

Then have you heard of one extremely peculiar specialization within the Magic system? It is called the Pure Spirit System." Pure Spirit System! Lucifer Zhifeng finally understood what his worry was about!

Mages, when their mental power reached its zenith, condensed it into magical power to achieve the realm of Great Mage. But there were certain individuals or demons whose bodies were so unique that no matter how powerful or refined their mental energy became, they could never condense magical power. Therefore, they forged a new path: the Pure Spirit System.

This path was strange; they could not cast offensive magic, but they could perform mental interference, or perhaps, magical interference. For example, if a magic array was unstable, they could intervene from the center to quickly stabilize it, or conversely, rapidly destabilize a very stable array. They interfered with the mage's magical power, and simultaneously, they could interfere with a warrior's reactions.

These spirit mages, whether Demon Race, Zhence Dynasty, or Barbarian Tribes, were exceedingly rare. They were a mutated form of mage. "What a coincidence, my talent for magic was excellent since childhood, and my mental power grew rapidly.

My current mental power could almost be considered enough to condense into Great Mage status. If I could condense magical power, I would be the most prodigious mage..." Mune Naze Zhence shook his head. "No, Bilo is more talented than me.

I can only be the second genius... it's a pity..." Mune Naze Zhence sighed, shrugging his shoulders. "It's a pity that no matter what I do, I cannot condense magical power, so I became a Spirit Mage.

Now, do you need help?" "No good!" Lucifer Zhifeng blurted out, rapidly retreating, intending to abandon these mages entirely, prioritizing his own survival even if heavily wounded so he could return and deliver the message. "Trying to leave? Too late!" Mune Naze Zhence flicked his folding fan.

The metal hidden beneath the fan surface shimmered with strange runic power. In an instant, he gained control over the entire massive magic array. The visible blue ocean of magical power instantly formed into a gigantic hand, spread wide, tightly gripping Lucifer Zhifeng's ankle.

"Late?" Lucifer Zhifeng hung in the air, but a confident smile played on his lips. "I fear chaotic magical power. If it ceases to rage, even the collective magical power of all these demons combined could not harm..." "Chaos!" Mune Naze Zhence suddenly dropped to the ground like an ostrich, muttering that single word indistinctly.

The giant hand of magical power that held Lucifer Zhifeng yanked again, and the magic power became chaotic and violent once more—a hundred times more ferocious than before! Rumble! The bodies of all the mages simultaneously looked as if all life force had been sucked out, instantly becoming desiccated, wind-dried corpses.

All their spiritual and magical power exploded outward in an instant, the rampaging magical energy surging straight into the sky, as if threatening to blow away even the clouds. The shockwave from the rampant magical power swept up everyone present into the air, then violently hurled them all away! Bang, bang, bang, bang...

Everyone tumbled like heavy sacks carried by longshoremen, repeatedly smashing into the ground before finally rolling to a stop. Lucifer Zhifeng, at the exact epicenter of the blast, fell heavily back to the earth, his body emitting a pungent smell of burnt charcoal. Pain!

Qian Jin’s consciousness, already knocked out, was jarred back to awareness by the impact. His internal battle meridians felt like a city subjected to a magnitude nine earthquake—everywhere was ruined and desolate; he could not find a single intact section. Not only were the meridian pathways cracked and severely damaged, but even the spirit apertures, which resembled buildings, showed signs of breakage everywhere.

Even the Volcanic Elixirs, the Ancient Desolate Sea, the Valley of Four Seasons, and the reinforcement from the Golden Battle Heart countless times—all his battle meridians and apertures were now on the brink of collapse. Miserable! This was the most wretched state Qian Jin had ever experienced since his debut!

He opened his eyes and scanned his surroundings, checking on the others. If Duan Feng Buried and Burning Road Rhapsodist hadn't recklessly thrown themselves in to help, he might have already died. "Comrade..." Duan Feng Buried, covered in bloodstains, crawled arduously on the ground toward Qian Jin: "I can't hold on...

My only wish before I die is to have all the cigarettes in your Battle Realm..." "Get lost..." Qian Jin managed a wry laugh, his worried heart easing slightly. If this guy could still crack such a joke, he probably wouldn't die immediately. Cough...

cough... cough... Burning Road Rhapsodist lay on the ground, looking up at the sky, coughing repeatedly.

He spat out the blood clogging his throat and said lightly: "This time, we won't die... and we earned a profit..." Duan Feng Buried agreed with a smile: "You brat, you're daring enough! You could have sliced that guy's head off with one strike, but you went for the gold energy instead..." : This battle flows better viewed together, so...

Hmm! Four consecutive updates achieved.