Boom, boom, boom!
Countless immortal-level killer moves emerged one after another in the Lang Ya land spirit's hands.
Wood path, flame path, water path, ice path, space path, time path — attacks of every conceivable type bloomed across the sky like a shower of fireworks, beautiful and dazzling yet concealing deadly peril within their radiance.
Even someone as powerful as Qin Bai Sheng could only parry for the moment, stripped of any ability to counterattack.
"Is this really a land spirit? This is way too ferocious!" Black City watched as Qin Bai Sheng was beaten back relentlessly, the Lang Ya land spirit roaring and charging forward without pause, and his throat went dry.
"Are you done playing?!" Suddenly, Qin Bai Sheng let out a piercing cry.
A golden brilliance erupted in midair, blazing like a miniature sun.
The golden light was so blinding it was impossible to look at directly.
An infinite torrent of searing heat surged forth along with the golden radiance, flooding heaven and earth in the blink of an eye. The temperature skyrocketed as though the very world were being steamed alive.
Soul path combined with metal path — a dual-path immortal killer move — Scorching Soul Supreme Gold!
The Lang Ya land spirit was unique in that it feared no soul-burning attacks, but Scorching Soul Supreme Gold was an exceedingly rare and precious immortal-level killer move that functioned as both offense and defense.
With this technique unleashed, Qin Bai Sheng seemed to transform into a small sun, illuminating the nine heavens and ten earths, heaven and earth alike, becoming for that instant the sovereign of all creation!
Every attack the Lang Ya land spirit launched was nullified and dissolved.
Had the opponent been an ordinary Gu Immortal, the land spirit's bombardment might well have been enough to overwhelm sheer experience with blind, chaotic force.
But this opponent was no ordinary Gu Immortal — this was Qin Bai Sheng, Vice Envoy of the Shadow Sect!
Having weathered the torrent of killer moves, Qin Bai Sheng gradually accumulated room to breathe, and at last found his opening. He erupted with sudden, overwhelming force.
The moment he struck, the Lang Ya land spirit's offensive was severely disrupted. His next move would be a devastating counterattack.
Compared to him, the Lang Ya land spirit possessed many advantages. Its foundation was extraordinarily deep and vast. But in the end, it was not a Gu Immortal, and its combat wisdom remained sorely lacking.
Take, for example, the immortal-level killer moves it employed. Though spectacular in their momentum, they had no coordination with one another — there was not even basic synergy. On the contrary, they actively interfered with each other, squandering a considerable portion of their power.
On this front, Fang Yuan was far superior. Whether it was the coordination between Nebula Millstone and Star Snake Rope, or the combination of Six Phantom Star Bodies and Star-Shifting Position, any of them would have given the Lang Ya land spirit plenty to learn.
A land spirit was, in the end, nothing more than an obsessive will left behind by a dead Gu Immortal, fused with the great power of heaven and earth into a unique existence.
If the land spirit possessed Fang Yuan's cunning, it could have seized that earlier advantage and never allowed Qin Bai Sheng to recover. He would never have been able to turn the tables.
But the land spirit was not Fang Yuan, and it allowed Qin Bai Sheng to find his moment to counter.
Scorching Soul Supreme Gold became the turning point of the battle.
With the Lang Ya land spirit's offensive stalled, Qin Bai Sheng immediately seized the initiative — and never relinquished it again.
The tide of battle underwent a complete reversal.
The Lang Ya land spirit was pushed back step by step, battered under Qin Bai Sheng's relentless assault.
Qin Bai Sheng's attack frequency was less than a tenth of the land spirit's. But each strike, each immortal-level killer move, was perfectly coordinated with the ones before and after, layering traps upon traps that left the land spirit bound at every turn. It sank deeper and deeper, utterly unable to break free, unable to find even the slightest opening.
Qin Bai Sheng's combat experience was extraordinarily rich. His methods were seasoned and ruthless, steady yet laced with vicious cunning. Watching him fight made the eyelids of Fang Yuan, Black City, and Mo Tan Sang all twitch involuntarily.
"What do we do? The land spirit is as good as defeated!" Mo Tan Sang turned to Fang Yuan, his expression fraught with anxiety.
Fang Yuan said nothing. His expression was hesitant.
The Lang Ya land spirit had charged out without so much as a word of notice, throwing itself into mortal danger — it was a completely brainless move!
The land spirit was unaffected by Qin Bai Sheng's soul pressure, but Fang Yuan and Mo Tan Sang were countered by it completely.
Unless they had a means to suppress it, or could break through this soul-path killer move, they were helpless.
In that moment, Fang Yuan found himself in a predicament eerily similar to what Hui Fengzi and He Langzi had faced against the infuriating combination of Six Phantom Star Bodies and Star-Shifting Position.
Mo Tan Sang glanced at Fang Yuan. Seeing that this unfamiliar Gu Immortal had no intention of stepping forward to join the fight, he grew inwardly anxious.
The Lang Ya land spirit was unreliable, its ambitions boundless — it wanted to enslave every last Mo person. That much was true.
But Mo Tan Sang was a warlord in his own right, the very man who, in Fang Yuan's previous life, had harnessed the tailwind of Ma Hong Yun's rise to power and revitalized the entire Mo race.
So what if the Lang Ya land spirit's ambitions were a hundred times more extravagant than they already were?
For Mo Tan Sang, the newly transformed Lang Ya land spirit was far more beneficial to the Mo people's interests than the previous one. Cooperating with it offered a future of vast promise.
Mo Tan Sang was tempted.
But Qin Bai Sheng was far too powerful. Mo Tan Sang did not want the land spirit to perish, yet he feared Qin Bai Sheng. So he sought to drag Fang Yuan into the fray.
Fang Yuan remained unmoved.
The Lang Ya land spirit's drastic transformation could, for all he knew, present an opportunity of its own.
However, Fang Yuan was cautious by nature, and he had no desire to take excessive risks.
In the past, when he had taken risks, it was either because he had no other choice, or the potential reward was simply too staggering to ignore. Rescuing the land spirit now would indeed be an opportunity, but the risk was far too great.
Unlike Mo Tan Sang, he had a choice.
Once the land spirit fell, Mo Tan Sang would be a turtle trapped in a jar — fight or die. But Fang Yuan possessed Ding Xian You, the Travel Immortal Gu. He could retreat at any time.
So he decided to sit on the sidelines and observe for now.
Boom!
The Lang Ya land spirit took a direct hit from one of Qin Bai Sheng's techniques. Its entire body was sent flying like a swatted ball, slamming hard into the thick cloud soil below.
The cloud soil was inherently soft, and the land spirit sank deep into it, carving out an enormous crater.
It tried to teleport away, only to discover that its entire body was entwined by a chain of resplendent gold.
The land spirit struggled with all its might but could not move a single inch.
"It is over." Qin Bai Sheng's face was solemn as he drifted leisurely to a position directly above the land spirit, his cold eyes gazing down at the figure beneath his feet.
Qin Bai Sheng withdrew all traces of his imposing aura. His hands slowly came together before his chest, palms pressed flat against each other, like a meditating monk in deep contemplation. At the same time, he gradually bowed his head and closed his eyes.
"He's preparing something… Now is the perfect moment to save the land spirit!" Mo Tan Sang sensed the danger and immediately shouted.
Fang Yuan ignored him entirely. His eyes were locked on Qin Bai Sheng, and his heart was shaken by a sudden realization: "This stance, this opening posture — could it be that legendary technique…?"
During the battle just now, Qin Bai Sheng had been like a tiger emerging from the mountains, a celestial dragon churning the seas, rampaging across the world with unstoppable might.
Now, with palms pressed together, head bowed and eyes closed, he resembled a dead tree stump. Not a trace of presence leaked from his body.