So the War Fiend's Nine Spirits, after days of wandering, could no longer hold on; it was either complete soul dispersion or taking that final step! This was only because the War Fiend's own foundation was immensely profound. Had he not been thrust into such perilous, fiery straits, given the resilience of his soul, holding on long enough to travel thousands of miles and find a human host would have posed no issue whatsoever.

But volcanoes surrounded him everywhere, the temperatures frighteningly high; even in places where the eruptions weren't active, one could drop a fresh egg on the stone and it would be cooked in the blink of an eye.

While a soul body can withstand all manner of cold and most negative states, it simply cannot endure this extreme heat! Especially since this heat carried poison, which would further cause the primordial spirit to atrophy…

Thus, the War Fiend tragically realized he had absolutely no chance of enduring long enough to escape this territory. Having no other recourse, the War Fiend, in a moment of fierce resolve, finally entered his soul space and retrieved the Nine Illusory Flowing Sands he had painstakingly acquired. He used almost all his remaining soul energy to sculpt a human shape, then loaded his primordial spirit into it, spending another two days and nights in fusion until it was finally complete: the primordial spirit and the Nine Illusory Flowing Sands became one.

But the state after the fusion immediately caused the War Fiend to collapse!

No wonder he collapsed!

The body was barely recognizable as human, but the head was a bald fixture—no face, no nose, no mouth, no eyes, no ears; in short, every feature that should grace a head was entirely absent… What in the world was this thing?

As for the more delicate components, such as the five internal organs, the meridians throughout the body, and the most prized possession of a man—that specific part—were also completely missing!

Was this body he now possessed even a body anymore?

Was he, still a person?!

After a brief moment of despair, the War Fiend quickly conceived a countermeasure. There were indeed ways to remedy these deficiencies. These missing components were extremely intricate organs, naturally requiring long periods of gestation. To regenerate these things, one only needed a massive supply of vital essence and blood, along with some rather unorthodox methods for refining and merging them—they could potentially regrow.

What was lacking now was people—a vast number of people!

But within a radius of ten thousand miles, the area had instantly turned into purgatory; how many living beings could possibly be available for him to absorb essence and blood from?

If a certain time limit was reached, and the shaping effect of the Nine Illusory Flowing Sands completely wore off, he would be stuck in this lifeless form forever! How could the proud and haughty War Fiend tolerate that?

Having no choice, the War Fiend was forced to absorb a few desiccated corpses, suppressing his disgust with great effort. Although this body had no sensory reactions, his habits forged over nearly ten millennia as a human could not be so easily discarded.

Especially when those were beast corpses, roasted dry by volcanic eruptions and then left to stink and decompose over time?

Just as the War Fiend steeled his resolve, forcing himself to swallow the indescribable revulsion and absorb two beast corpses, the Fourteenth Young Master of Nine Nether suddenly appeared at this critical juncture.

Facing such a scene, the Fourteenth Young Master of Nine Nether was startled upon first sight, cursed him as a disgusting monster, and immediately launched a fierce attack.

The War Fiend was already simmering with frustration. Seeing this fellow attack him without questioning right or wrong only sent his fury soaring to the highest heavens. Without a word, the two began to wrestle and fight violently.

In truth, they had been fighting for several days and nights by now, all quite confusedly. Although the War Fiend, judging by the fighting style, recognized the opponent as the renowned Fourteenth Young Master of Nine Nether, he had absolutely no idea why this man had targeted him.

Even if I look disgusting now, you shouldn't try to kill me like this, should you? Have I provoked you in any way?! Damn it, is being ugly a crime?

Did you think I wanted to look like this?

What was even more vexing was that if he were in his peak condition, his power would definitely be superior to the Fourteenth Young Master of Nine Nether, perhaps even considerably so. While he might not boast of completely defeating the Fourteenth Young Master of Nine Nether, he certainly wouldn't be completely suppressed and beaten into the ground! In his prime, he could fight or retreat as he pleased, utterly carefree.

But the current result was being beaten so badly he couldn't fight back, and every so often he would be utterly destroyed! If not for the miraculous, undying nature of the Nine Illusory Flowing Sands, he would have croaked long ago; the feeling of suffocation was beyond words…

As for the Fourteenth Young Master of Nine Nether, who held the upper hand, he was equally frustrated, utterly exasperated to the extreme… He had expected this to be a simple matter, easily dealt with in a few moves to dispatch the disgusting monster, after which he would proceed to the Heaven’s Battleground, sip wine, hum a little tune, and watch the three great Holy Lands fight the foreign races from the sidelines—intervening only if the mood struck him…

By common sense, how much fighting power could a random monster he encountered possibly possess? He had killed plenty of monsters in his time…

Who would have thought that this monster he encountered this time would be so freakish? It wasn't just that its combat strength was terrifyingly high; the true problem was that it was impossible to kill! By the time the fight dragged on, even someone as formidable as the Fourteenth Young Master of Nine Nether became frustrated, bored almost to exhaustion.

Shattered, it would reassemble, and upon reassembly, its power remained undiminished, maintaining the same terrifying strength as before.

In fact, the War Fiend himself hadn't known that the Nine Illusory Flowing Sands possessed this miraculous property of reconstructing the body. The first time he was blown apart, he thought it was the end. Who knew that he could actually come back to life…?

Of all the frustrations, this aspect was the only small surprise, the only small comfort—perhaps he could truly become eternally immortal from now on!

However, existing in this form of incorruptible eternity was still highly uncomfortable. He had even lost the most basic attribute of being a man—that specific 'thing.' How could he possibly feel at ease!

In the arena, Gu Han roared like thunder; every palm strike was like a cracking bolt of lightning. He fought faster and more frantically, until, following a series of sharp cracking sounds, a final, massive boom erupted, and the War Fiend's translucent body once again dissolved into a cloud of azure smoke.

After the fierce battle, sweat was visible on Old Man Gu Han’s face.

Gu Lao’s current strength was more than a full tier below the Fourteenth Young Master of Nine Nether. Before his realm declined, Gu Han, though still inferior to the Fourteenth Young Master of Nine Nether, hadn't been so far behind. But now, the gap was considerable.

“Old Gu, let me try; perhaps there’s a way to deal with this menace,” Jun Mo Xie said, his eyes flashing with cold light.

With a flip of his hand, a ball of black flame materialized abruptly in his palm.

Chaos Fire.

It was precisely the Chaos Fire that incinerated all things!

This was the method Jun Mo Xie judged to be the most effective response to the current situation.

It was also the method Jun Mo Xie believed offered the best chance to utterly destroy the War Fiend!

At this moment, the War Fiend’s body had dispersed into a sky full of azure smoke, hovering motionlessly, like a lamb awaiting slaughter!

It was a heaven-sent opportunity; if he didn't act now, when would he?

Facing this monster that could not be killed even when shattered, which could reassemble in a mere moment and recover its full fighting power, impervious to water, fire, or blade, and which might even gain power by devouring the blood and flesh of living beings—it was best to eliminate it as soon as possible!

And besides the Chaos Fire, even Jun Mo Xie could not devise another way to truly put this monster to death!

All hope was pinned on the Chaos Fire, which had never failed before!

Would the Chaos Fire, known for its unwavering strength, be as invincible and supreme as ever this time?

As Gu Han saw the pitch-black flame reappear in Jun Mo Xie’s hand, burning slowly, his expression instantly changed, revealing deep apprehension in his eyes. He immediately stepped back. Although he knew well that the black fire would absolutely not target him, he was still terrified of accidentally brushing against even the slightest speck!

Gu Han knew 'very' well the terrifying power of this flame!

Just a few days prior, Jun Mo Xie had used this flame to seal the cave entrance. As it slowly descended, even the peerless rare treasure, Ice Marrow—with its fortitude and profound coldness—could not stop or extinguish even a single thread of the black flame. Moreover, the forty experts caught in the fire had all perished, their corpses, their divine souls, and their primordial spirits utterly annihilated.

This time, no matter how unkillable or indestructible the War Fiend might be, he was surely destined to be reduced to ash by this tyrannical flame! Utterly pulverized.

Jun Mo Xie slowly rose into the air, quickly drifting to the cloud of azure smoke. With a wave of his hand, the Chaos Fire instantly burst into fine, scattered motes of flame, slowly descending into it.

He then swiftly retreated.

The Fourteenth Young Master of Nine Nether and Gu Han watched with wide eyes, full of hope.

With such a monstrous being lurking nearby, eyeing them covetously, everyone was filled with unease. Although this monster didn't seem overwhelmingly difficult to deal with—as long as one had enough strength to hold out long enough to shatter it once—the biggest problem now was the complete lack of a means to truly kill it. If they continued this protracted battle, even the strongest expert could be worn down to death! After all, the creature regenerated instantly without any loss!

The three watched intently, and to everyone’s surprise, Jun Mo Xie’s expression also began to change!

A few moments later, all three displayed expressions of sheer disbelief!

The Fourteenth Young Master of Nine Nether had witnessed the Chaos Fire before and naturally understood that this flame possessed the ultimate destructive power capable of burning anything. Therefore, he had placed great hope in its success, but now, disappointment surfaced on his face as well.

The reality was right before their eyes—

In mid-air, the mass of azure smoke continued to hover faintly, unperturbed, while the Chaos Fire remained trapped within the circumference of the azure smoke, still burning slowly and steadily.

But the azure smoke was completely, utterly indifferent to it!

The azure smoke and the Chaos Fire remained in a static standoff in the air. Although the Chaos Fire was burning continuously inside the azure smoke, the two seemed locked in a stalemate where neither would intrude upon the other’s territory.

Jun Mo Xie’s eyes nearly bulged out: What was going on? Could it be that even the Chaos Fire could fail sometimes! The Chaos Fire burns all things in heaven and earth, even burning space and the soul; how could it fail to burn away that damned azure smoke today?

Jun Mo Xie abruptly looked up at Gu Han: “Old Gu, may I ask what exactly this Nine Illusory Flowing Sands is? Does this substance shy away from any particular power, or perhaps, what can destroy the Nine Illusory Flowing Sands!”

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