I Outworked the Entire Cultivation World

In the completely dark space, you couldn’t see your hand in front of your face, and nothing could emit light.

Xiong Yanhong pressed against his agonizing chest, standing still to amplify his perception, not daring to make any reckless moves.

The domain formed by an Acquired Spiritual Treasure; without sufficiently strong power and a spiritual treasure of equal level to contend with, falling into it meant a one-in-ten-thousand survival chance.

Moreover, no matter what domain it is, it has one characteristic: within the domain, all escape techniques and magic treasures are suppressed by the domain laws, leaving no way to escape.

Only by mastering Space Power can one have a chance to break open a line of vitality.

Xiong Yanhong exerted all his strength, activating the Black Armored Qilin Dharma to protect himself.

He saw clearly that Jiang Yuebai was at the Early-Stage Nascent Soul. Even if her strength could reach the Late-Stage Nascent Soul or even the peak, she couldn’t fully exert the domain’s abilities.

At most, she could only use the domain to trap him; otherwise, why would there be no follow-up movement?

Thinking of this, Xiong Yanhong groped in the dark, quickly moving in one direction.

After taking two steps, his ear twitched slightly; he heard no sound but felt a faint breeze brushing from the back of his head.

Xiong Yanhong’s heart trembled violently, hastily gathering the power of the Qilin Dharma at the back of his head, transforming it into scales to form a shield.

Boom!

Suddenly, crimson firelight exploded, shooting backward, drawing out the terrifying outline of a dragon’s head, within which a long spear was tightly held in Jiang Yuebai’s hand.

Xiong Yanhong couldn’t see Jiang Yuebai’s figure; he could only see a pair of golden vertical pupils, filled with fierce killing intent, staring dead at him from within the darkness.

These golden vertical pupils were identical to Bai Jiuyou’s, a supportive ability granted to Jiang Yuebai by the Candle Dragon Domain, enabling her to clearly see her opponent and the flaws in their techniques in the ’Night Nether’ state of the domain.

The Candle Dragon has two states: ’Sunday’ as day and Night Nether as night.

The two major states of the Candle Dragon Domain are ’Sunday’ and ’Night Nether.’ In the Night Nether state, she moves silently, her actions invisible, able to strike and assassinate her opponent stealthily in the dark.

Seeing that her attack missed, Jiang Yuebai immediately retrieved her spear, and before Xiong Yanhong could catch his breath, another Sword Aura attacked from behind.

The Sword Aura silently broke through the wind, swift as lightning; by the time Xiong Yanhong became aware of it, the Sword Aura had already passed through his body.

Pfft!

Blood sprayed out, and Xiong Yanhong staggered and fell to his knees. Previously injured by Xuanming True Water, he could no longer activate his Protective Gang Qi, and his body had become extremely fragile.

Lu Nanzhi was also a Sword Cultivator; her sword qi was extremely sharp, and even the body of a Divinity Transformation Cultivator couldn’t defend against it unprepared.

Lu Nanzhi, hidden in the darkness, had a Red Dragon Totem flash across the back of her neck; it was the Candle Dragon Seal given by Jiang Yuebai, allowing her to be recognized by the domain without being interfered with.

Xiong Yanhong continuously swallowed Elixirs to forcibly extend his life, but his best life-saving items had already been consumed earlier, and attempting to use escape techniques now was futile.

The sword qi on his body did not dissipate, and the spear shadows came at him again.

Jiang Yuebai’s face was calm as water, executing the White Dragon Spear Technique fluidly, one move after another.

Dragon Tooth Heavy Strike!

Heavenly Dragon Tail Swing!

Returning Dragon Nine Revolutions!

...

One after another, the red dragon shadows flashed silently, leaving Xiong Yanhong in a messy state, battered and exhausted.

On the other side, Lu Nanzhi pressed closely, transforming the Cold Ice Sword Aura into a Cloud Lark, the Cloud Lark gathering into an Ice Simurgh, blocking all around Xiong Yanhong with a storm-like fierceness.

Xiong Yanhong strained to hold on, relying on Qilin’s power to trade injuries for moves, catching them barehanded, forcibly shattering and tearing apart the myriad dragon claws and Ice Sparrow, showing brute and domineering force.

But finding a gap, he threw caution to the wind and charged like a beast cornered to the brink, pouncing into the darkness.

Bam!

The Dragon Claw severely struck Xiong Yanhong, who was then pierced through the body by the Ice Simurgh Feather Sword, and heavily smashed to the ground.

The blood shadow on Xiong Yanhong’s body became increasingly faint, panting heavily, coughing up blood continuously, already at the end of his strength.

He mused over the name Wangshu, lamenting how someone with such extraordinary talent and strength was not born into the Xiong Family.

The female Sword Cultivator by her side was also exceptional, and with such a strong ally, the Zhuge Family was bound to be at the peak of power. Even if he, Xiong Yanhong, were to die, he couldn’t let the Zhuge Family succeed!

"Haha, hahaha, you too think you can hold this old man in your hands? You are too green!"

A fierce force suddenly exploded from Xiong Yanhong, who struggled to stand straight, proudly straighten his back, and recklessly detonated the remaining power in his body, causing the surrounding air to oscillate violently.

In the darkness, Jiang Yuebai’s heart skipped a beat.

Xiong Yanhong was about to self-destruct his Primordial Spirit!

Originally, Jiang Yuebai planned to cooperate with Lu Nanzhi to beat him half dead, and then control him together with Zhuge Ziyin.

After all, he was a Divinity Transformation Cultivator, possessing a Primordial Spirit several times stronger than a Nascent Soul, and even with both of them together, it was hard to have a full ten percent chance of controlling him.

Xiong Yanhong guessed correctly; she couldn’t completely harness the domain’s power now; otherwise, she could have slain him in one move, sparing this effort.

But Xiong Yanhong was so unyielding that he’d rather die, dragging everyone down with him.

Now, they had to fight with all their might!

"Zhuge Ziyin!" Jiang Yuebai shouted loudly.

Zhuge Ziyin, who had been waiting at the side, seeing the situation, decisively cut open the brow-center flesh to condense a drop of Essence Blood, at the cost of reducing his lifespan, using the Zhuge Family’s Secret Technique to drive all his Divine Sense to form a strong thread, heading straight to Xiong Yanhong’s face.

Lu Nanzhi also raised her fingers to the sword technique, her Ice Cold Sword Qi vast as the deep sea, pressing from all directions towards Xiong Yanhong, using the sword’s pressure and cold to slow down his Primordial Spirit’s detonation.

Frost crept up Xiong Yanhong’s face, freezing his arrogant smile, and two Divine Sense Threads, one left and one right, pierced into his Sea of Consciousness from his temples.

Jiang Yuebai held a Michen Seal in one hand and an Iron Mouth Direct Decision Flag in the other, betting on a slim chance!

Everything seemed to freeze within the bone-chilling cold around Lu Nanzhi, Zhuge Ziyin revealing a rare, extremely terrified expression, staring intently at the ice sculpture-encased Xiong Yanhong.

Jiang Yuebai trembled with tension; Space Power already accumulated in the Michen Seal, even the four large characters on the Iron Mouth Direct Decision Flag glowed faintly, almost activated by her.

Success!

They succeeded!

"Quick!"

Zhuge Ziyin’s brow furrowed, barely holding on; Xiong Yanhong’s Primordial Spirit was violently struggling, like a frenzied beast, fiercely charging, attempting to break free from the chains.

Among those of the same rank, Zhuge Ziyin could only control someone for about ten breaths. At this time, against Xiong Yanhong, eight breaths at most!

Crack!

The frost on Xiong Yanhong’s face began to crack; Jiang Yuebai hurriedly untied the Golden Cicada Pendant from her waist, throwing it towards Xiong Yanhong.

"Thorn!"

A black light flickered on the Golden Cicada Pendant, and the small Thorn swung its long nose, stiff bristles upright, charging straight at Xiong Yanhong’s brow-center.

In an instant, a grand, imposing black mist scattered, transforming into a ferocious demonic shadow, mist-like and smoke-like, stretching out two illusionary arms, firmly embracing Xiong Yanhong.

The frost completely shattered, Zhuge Ziyin’s Divine Sense Threads snapped, and he staggered back.

The air was eerily silent; Lu Nanzhi and Zhuge Ziyin both instinctively held their breath, their gaze shifting back and forth between Jiang Yuebai and Xiong Yanhong.

One breath...

Two breaths...

Three breaths...

Xiong Yanhong’s bloodshot eyes slowly closed, his body slumping, kneeling on the ground, his head drooping.

Hoo~~

Jiang Yuebai let out a long sigh of relief. The Illusion Realm created by Mirage Demon Skill had already trapped Xiong Yanhong within.

Next, it was time for Xiong Yanhong to refine Elixir for her!