For Qin Yuting, trapped as she was between her father and her lover, perhaps vanishing was her best recourse.

Watching Qin Yuting simply get swallowed by the surging tide of energy, Ye Jingyu felt an inexplicable fury surge through him. His eyes instantly turned blood-red as he shot towards Feng Yan and the other man, determined to kill them, lest he never forgive himself...

Feng Yan had initially rejoiced when he saw Ye Jingyu preparing to save his daughter; if Ye Jingyu went to save his daughter, their chances of escape would increase dramatically. Yet, he never anticipated that Qin Yuting would choose self-destruction over being saved by Ye Jingyu.

Cursing inwardly, he nonetheless snatched out the gold brick again and hurled it at Ye Jingyu...

Facing the descending gold brick, Ye Jingyu, consumed by rage, unleashed every ounce of power within his body—Thunder, Stars, Flame—fused with the Ba Yuan Force, he blasted it outward...

"Battle Soul Divine Fist..."

The force of this single punch was so immense that the void itself began to fracture the moment it left his grasp, sending countless spatial energies surging outward. When his fist slammed into the gold brick, everyone felt as if heaven and earth were trembling, and a deafening roar echoed across the entire sky...

The gold brick was actually smashed backward, sending Feng Yan, who had affixed a wisp of divine thought to it, spitting out a mouthful of blood...

At that moment, Ye Jingyu appeared above Feng Yan, the Heavenly Venerable Saber in hand...

"Die for me, Raging Thunder Purgatory!" Ye Jingyu roared, clutching the saber with both hands, and brought it down fiercely...

In an instant, nearly all the lightning power between heaven and earth converged, forming a colossal saber light that slashed towards Feng Yan and Fang Zhentian with a world-destroying aura...

This was a strike absolutely capable of annihilating a Heavenly Immortal. Sensing the power of this blow, the expressions of both Feng Yan and Fang Zhentian shifted...

While the Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree could indeed sweep away all things, this strike from Ye Jingyu was not an attack from a magical artifact—it was pure martial power. Even the Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree could not brush this away...

"Fang Heaven Splitting Slash!" Fang Zhentian, having recovered some strength, pulled a Fangtian Huaji Halberd from the void and met Ye Jingyu's strike with all his might.

Feng Yan also pulled out a cyan longsword, shook it hard, and a streak of cyan sword light surged out to meet Ye Jingyu's saber light...

"Rumble..." The three forces collided. The Fangtian Huaji in Fang Zhentian's hand and the cyan longsword in Feng Yan's hand shattered instantly. Both of their bodies were thrown backward by the shockwave, although Ye Jingyu's saber light was also shattered by their combined effort...

Two renowned experts at the Middle Stage Heavenly Immortal realm had only managed to barely withstand Ye Jingyu's furious strike through their combined power. This scene stunned everyone present...

But Ye Jingyu refused to relent; his figure lunged forward again. While his cultivation was only at the Early Stage Heavenly Immortal realm, his combat prowess was certainly not weaker than Fang Zhentian and Feng Yan’s—after all, he had once fought Ghost-Seen-Sorrow and Xuanyuan Jing to a standstill.

"Brat, you push too far! Today, I will fight you to the death!" Seeing Ye Jingyu charge again, Fang Zhentian erupted in fury. Streams of blue light suddenly emanated from him, and his body began to swell. In the blink of an eye, he expanded to several zhang high, his clothes ripped to shreds by the expansion. When he finally grew to a hundred zhang tall, his entire form had transformed into a humanoid monster covered in scales and sporting a single horn on its head.

Seeing Fang Zhentian transform into this state, with a power aura even more terrifying than when he fought Dugu Bacheng, Ye Jingyu’s fighting intent burned even brighter.

In their relentless pursuit of power, Fang Zhentian and the others had continuously modified their genes, much like the Shamans of the Primordial Era. However, they had also cultivated immortal techniques, resulting in this bizarre hybrid form?

At this moment, not a shred of human aura could be felt from Fang Zhentian...

As for Feng Yan, he had already flown above Fang Zhentian and, with a mere gesture, summoned a colossal tornado to sweep towards Ye Jingyu. Now that they were outside the Twelve Heavenly Witches Extinction Grand Array, they could utilize their magic arts...

But Ye Jingyu possessed the Chaos Body, and Feng Yan's strength clearly had not reached the Mysterious Immortal realm, making his attack insignificant in Ye Jingyu's eyes...

With a strange howl, Ye Jingyu charged straight into it...

At this juncture, Zhurong's massive body was already hurtling forward. Even without the aid of the Twelve Heavenly Witches Extinction Grand Array, having already condensed his true form, he could move freely outside the formation...

After cultivating in seclusion where Xi Yang stayed for a period, seemingly absorbing every last trace of fire spirit energy there, Zhurong's true power had reached the Middle Stage Heavenly Immortal realm. Coupled with his innate physical strength and mastery over flames, he wouldn't be at a disadvantage against Fang Zhentian at his peak, let alone the current Fang Zhentian?

His figure rushed forward, his body rapidly expanding. By the time he arrived before Fang Zhentian, he had resumed his original form—feet treading on two fire dragons, ears adorned with two fire snakes, towering over a hundred zhang, encircled by raging flames, an image of terrifying majesty...

Even Xi Yang watched Zhurong’s formidable fire power with a hint of awe. The Primordial Fire God's attainment in the way of flames was indeed far superior to his own...

"Take this punch from this venerable one!" Divine Venerable Zhurong wore a look of wild arrogance as his fist, larger than a locomotive engine, smashed towards Fang Zhentian...

Fang Zhentian, now similarly enraged, met the attack with a punch of his own, streaks of blue light flaring across his knuckles...

"Rumble..." Their fists collided directly. Fang Zhentian's fist shattered immediately. The scales on his thick arm were also pulverized by the impact, and searing flames poured directly into his body...

Even though Zhurong’s current physical form was far inferior to his original body, and even if the power he displayed was only that of a Middle Stage Heavenly Immortal, he was, after all, the Primordial Fire God. His efficiency in utilizing power far surpassed that of Fang Zhentian.

If Fang Zhentian's utilization rate of power reached seventy percent, Zhurong's rate approached ninety-nine percent.

Fang Zhentian was already injured. Although he was now free from the Twelve Heavenly Witches Extinction Grand Array, his inherent strength was at best comparable to Zhurong's Middle Stage Heavenly Immortal realm. Furthermore, his physical body could not compare to Zhurong's. How could he possibly stand against Zhurong?

Liang Xiaoke’s true body had also swelled to a hundred zhang high, covered in scales, with two fangs jutting out and massive fleshy wings appearing on his back. By the time Zhurong's punch shattered Fang Zhentian's arm, he had already arrived behind Fang Zhentian...