Swish! Qin Sang had just deployed the twelve-banner array when his true essence and spiritual consciousness began to drain at an alarming rate.

The Jade Liquid of Three Radiances still had lingering medicinal energy that continuously replenished his true essence, but his spiritual consciousness could only be restored through another type of spiritual herb.

Without hesitation, Qin Sang downed the Soul-Cleansing Liquid he had long been holding in his hand.

That elixir could increase one’s chances of forming a Spiritual Infant. When refined using the secret technique passed down by Ming Wei, it could greatly enhance spiritual consciousness. But now, he could only use it as a supplement to recover his spiritual consciousness.

Fortunately, this would not diminish its auxiliary effect in aiding the formation of a Spiritual Infant.

Pure soul qi replenished his consciousness, yet the rate of recovery was far from enough.

The banner array was already on the verge of collapse.

"We also have Soul-Cleansing Liquid." A faint voice came from nearby.

Qin Sang turned to see the young man, who had somehow regained consciousness, forcing himself to speak. His face was ashen like gold paper as he lay on the ground motionless. Only his eyes moved, hinting at the Mustard Seed Pouches belonging to himself and the girl.

Qin Sang had already thought of that before the boy even mentioned it.

He had noticed that the two youths had a close connection with the Four Saints Palace. Since the trial realm had been left behind by the Four Saints, and the appearance of the Soul-Cleansing Liquid was so special, it was not hard to guess where it came from.

Without any politeness, Qin Sang grabbed their Mustard Seed Pouches, took out two bottles of Soul-Cleansing Liquid, and poured one down his throat.

The twelve devilish banners formed a complete array whose power could rival that of a top-grade astra.

It was not that Qin Sang did not want to arrange the full eighteen-banner array, but he could already sense his limit. He could only reach this level by relying on the devilish fire seed; if he summoned any more of the Devilish Flames of Nine Hells, he would lose control.

"Wait!" Lingzhuzi suddenly called out to Qin Sang.

He was about to inform the Devil Lord and Fairy Nangui of the situation when he unexpectedly sensed a thought from Qingzhu’s true soul.

The ancient devil’s split soul had forcefully unleashed the Spirit Slice, injuring his own strength. Taking advantage of the momentary weakness, Qingzhu managed to find a flaw and, with great effort, reached out to contact the outside world for aid.

After hearing this, delight surged in Lingzhuzi’s eyes. His lips moved slightly as he silently performed a secret blood refinement technique. Then, he spat out a mouthful of blood and essence onto his fly-whisk.

The fly-whisk absorbed the blood and essence, transforming into a blood-colored fly-whisk. As it danced, its countless blood-red strands flowed like eerie hair, ghastly and unsettling.

At the same moment, Lingzhuzi’s hair turned white, his vital energy drained, and deep wrinkles etched across his face. He aged several times over in an instant.

On the other side, the Devil Lord, captured by the ancient devil’s split soul, refused to accept death passively.

At that critical moment, the Divine Lunar Ghostlight reappeared. Countless evil spirits clung to the Devil Lord’s body, ravenously devouring his vitality. Half of his body shriveled before the naked eye, his skin clung to bone like bark to a tree, looking like a living skeleton.

The same transformation occurred to his Spiritual Infant.

Bang! The Divine Lunar Ghostlight suddenly shattered.

All those evil spirits were then sacrificed by the Devil Lord himself, exploding outward to shatter the chains restraining him and break free from the ancient devil’s control.

Fairy Nangui, who had forced her cultivation upward using the Essence-Sacrificing Art, had already exhausted her primordial spirit after successive battles. She was already spent.

Knowing she had no hope of survival, she sighed softly, closed her eyes, and ceased resisting. Her Spiritual Infant flew out of her body, hurtling straight toward the ancient devil’s split soul.

The three great human experts had chosen to fight to the death. They all launched their final assault together.

The blood-red fly-whisk transformed into a blood river, joining Fairy Nangui’s charging Spiritual Infant.

The Divine Lunar Ghostlight self-destructed, sending a horde of mad evil spirits pouncing toward the ancient devil’s split soul.

Although victory was within his grasp, the ancient devil’s split soul had no desire to perish together with them. As he activated his true devilish qi to defend, he quickly retreated to avoid the clash.

At the same time, he swung his hand, splitting three chains, one bound the self-detonating Fairy Nangui, flinging her into the blood coffin, while the other two shot toward Lingzhuzi and the Devil Lord.

"Grandmaster!" the boy cried out in anguish.

The girl also awoke, and both of them wept bitterly, watching helplessly as the grandmaster who had doted on them was slaughtered by the ancient devil. Their bodies ached all over, unable to even move. They hated themselves for their lack of cultivation.

"What are you doing!?" A furious roar drowned out their cries.

As the ancient devil’s split soul retreated near the blood coffin and the sword qi, preparing to capture the other two as well, he suddenly sensed another strange movement from within Qingzhu’s true soul.

This time, it was different. The fragment of the spiritual sword began to emit a strange glow. The aura it released made even the ancient devil’s split soul feel a stabbing pain.

What shocked and enraged him even more was that within the sword qi, a thread of sword will resonated in harmony with the spiritual sword fragment; it was producing a resonance.

In an instant, the ancient devil’s split soul understood Qingzhu’s intent. The fragment of the spiritual sword was deeply connected to the sword qi of Yitian Peak. Qingzhu was actually trying to use it to draw the sword will into his body to strike him down. 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

Qingzhu could draw the sword qi into himself, but he had no power to control such force. Doing this was tantamount to suicide, a resolve to die together with the ancient devil’s split soul.

"You’re burning yourself alive!" The ancient devil’s split soul roared furiously. "Stop! I will spare your life!"

"I don't fear death!" Qingzhu finally spoke. His tone was calm, unwavering. He would rather die together with the ancient devil than release him to wreak havoc upon the world.

I have no intention of carrying the burden of all under heaven, yet catastrophe must not arise because of me.

Had he not sealed the devilish soul at Yitian Peak, perhaps things would never have reached this point.

The sword qi trembled slightly, and a strand of sword will flared, slicing silently toward the back of Qingzhu’s head. The ancient devil’s split soul was utterly terrified.

Devilish qi surged across Qingzhu’s face, revealing a twisted visage. The ancient devil’s split soul struggled frantically to tear himself free from Qingzhu’s devilish soul, desperate to escape his body.

He still had another vessel outside, and he had already made a pact with his true body. He did not want to die here.

"Now!" Lingzhuzi shouted in urgency.

Qin Sang had long been prepared. A gleam flashed through his eyes as he suddenly released the Devilish Flames of Nine Hells, hurling them straight toward the ancient devil’s split soul.

His true essence and spiritual consciousness were instantly exhausted, and his body collapsed backward.

Whoosh! The devilish flames shot forth like an arrow, swift as a shooting star.

"Devilish flames!" The ancient devil’s split soul never expected that someone outside still possessed the ability to unleash such an attack.

Moreover, devilish flames naturally restrained the soul. Caught off guard, his true devilish qi collided head-on with the flames, halting his movement and preventing him from escaping in time.

That single instant of delay was enough to determine everything. The invisible sword will pierced into Qingzhu’s body.

A scream of unbearable agony erupted from within Qingzhu, so dreadful it made one’s hair stand on end. It came from the ancient devil’s split soul.

Qingzhu’s body froze. A sword scar appeared between his brows, blood gushed from his seven orifices, and his aura rapidly weakened.

Bang! Bang! Lingzhuzi and the Devil Lord fell heavily to the ground, nearly thrown into the blood coffin. Seeing each other’s miserable state, their hearts filled with bitter sorrow.

The Blood River Array devoured the blood and essence of several cultivators as the ancient devil’s true body frantically drove the blood coffin to crash against the sword qi. At that critical moment, as the elder and Old Devil Fang completed their actions, the ancient barriers of the three races gradually recovered.

When the three devil-suppressing treasures—Devil-Suppressing Stele, the dragon corpse, and the divine furnace—fully unleashed their power, the sealing force multiplied.

The blood-red light dimmed, and the ancient devil’s counterattack grew weaker and weaker.

Boom! The blood coffin quaked under the pressure of the sword qi, unable to withstand it any longer, and plunged into a bottomless abyss.

Having recovered a little, Qin Sang saw Qingzhu standing motionless in place. Shocked, he quickly put away the devilish banners and flashed toward him.