"Yun Ming, you really deserve to die!"
A resentful voice suddenly rang out, filled with bitter hatred.
The Ghost Emperor's figure slowly appeared, dark red blood constantly overflowing from the corner of his mouth, and flame burning in his eyes.
The black robe on him was already tattered, revealing the pale skin underneath. His entire Aura was extremely weak, like a candle in the wind.
The figures of the Dark Hummingbird and the Dark Blood Demon also emerged one after another, looking equally miserable.
"Yun Ming... that madman..."
The Dark Blood Demon gritted his teeth, his voice filled with anger, "I didn't expect him to unleash such terrifying power in his dying struggle."
The Ghost Emperor slowly wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his cold gaze sweeping over the once prosperous Shrek Academy.
Amidst the broken walls and ruins, the outlines of the past were faintly visible. Black smoke lingered over the scorched earth, and the air was filled with a thick, unyielding scent of blood.
Shrek Academy, this legend that had stood for ten thousand years, ultimately turned into historical dust at the hands of the Holy Spirit Cult.
"However, Yun Ming also paid the price."
The Dark Hummingbird's voice was icy cold, with a hint of triumph, "His God Position shattered, and his divine soul annihilated. This is the consequence of opposing our Holy Spirit Cult."
The Ghost Emperor nodded slightly, the killing intent in his eyes growing stronger: "If you don't cut the weeds at the root, they will grow again with the spring breeze. Not a single remnant of Shrek can be spared."
"Yes, Ghost Emperor Your Excellency."
The Dark Blood Demon and the Dark Hummingbird bowed in response, their voices imbued with a chilling coldness.
They naturally understood that only by thoroughly eliminating them could future troubles be averted forever.
The sky suddenly lit up with nine dazzling rays of light, like nine scorching suns in the sky.
Nine fixed-Soul guided cannon shells broke through the air, carrying an Aura that could destroy everything.
"Luo Guixing, hurry and leave, I'll stop them!" Ya Li suppressed the surging grief in her heart, her spirit power gushing forth around her.
A holy radiance bloomed from within her, exceptionally dazzling in the dimness.
"Holy Spirit Douluo (Her Holiness)!"
Luo Guixing and the others cried out in alarm.
Ya Li had already flown up, rushing towards the nine fixed-Soul guided cannon shells without hesitation.
At this moment, she had already resolved to die.
Yun Ming's demise had taken all of Ya Li's vitality. Now, she only wished to use her broken body to preserve the last spark of Shrek.
"Yun Ming, I'll send your wife to accompany you right now!" The Ghost Emperor stared intently at Ya Li, a cruel pleasure flashing in his eyes.
The three of them were in extremely poor condition at this moment and were indeed not suitable to act personally.
Watching Ya Li face the nine fixed-Soul guided cannon shells alone, the outcome was already determined.
The Dark Blood Demon and the Dark Hummingbird stood silently in mid-air, watching everything indifferently.
Ya Li looked up at the increasingly close light points in the sky, a hint of tragic beauty appearing at the corner of her mouth.
She whispered, "Brother Ming, wait for me."
Just then, ripples suddenly appeared in space, and a spatial rift abruptly emerged.
Fang Yang, dressed in black, was spotless.
He calmly scanned the nine fixed-Soul guided cannon shells in the sky, then merely raised his hand lightly.
The nine fixed-Soul guided cannon shells, emitting destructive Auras, suddenly stopped in mid-air, as if confined by an invisible force.
This scene stunned everyone.
The Ghost Emperor's pupils constricted sharply, and he exclaimed in disbelief, "How is that possible?!"
The Dark Blood Demon and the Dark Hummingbird also showed expressions of disbelief.
The two subconsciously took half a step back, their spirit power surging around them, as if facing a formidable enemy.
Ya Li looked at Fang Yang who had suddenly appeared, a glimmer of hope flashing in her eyes, then quickly dimming.
"Apologies, Holy Spirit Douluo (Her Holiness), I'm late."
Fang Yang turned around, his gaze falling on Ya Li, his voice calm and unwavering.
At the same time, Na'er's figure quickly stepped forward, gently supporting the tottering Ya Li, "Teacher's wife, are you alright?"
Ya Li stared blankly at the platinum-haired girl who was supporting her.
That familiar face made her dazed for a moment before she murmured, "You are... Na'er?"
"It's me, Teacher's wife."
Na'er responded softly, her eyes full of concern.
"Na'er, it's good that you're back."
Ya Li nodded slightly, her gaze returning to Fang Yang: "Fang Yang, thank you for arriving in time."
Fang Yang nodded slightly, not saying much.
He slowly turned around, his deep eyes falling on the Ghost Emperor and the other two in the distance.
His calm gaze instantly made the Ghost Emperor and the other two feel as if they had fallen into an ice cellar, a chill from the depths of their Soul suddenly rising.
It was as if they were being stared at by some primordial Vicious Beast, even their breathing stopped.
The Ghost Emperor forcibly suppressed the tremor in his heart and shouted sharply, "Who are you? How dare you interfere with the Holy Spirit Cult's affairs!"
"I'm too lazy to talk to you; you're not worthy of listening." Fang Yang spoke indifferently, his voice calm.
He waved his hand casually.
A larger spatial rift appeared out of thin air, swallowing all nine fixed-Soul guided cannon shells that were suspended in the air.
The next moment, the spatial rift reopened above the heads of the Ghost Emperor and the other two.
The nine fixed-Soul guided cannon shells returned, carrying an even more terrifying might, whistling away!
The Ghost Emperor and the other two's expressions changed drastically. They tried to dodge in a hurry, but found that the space around them seemed to have solidified, and their movements became incredibly slow.
"No!"
The Ghost Emperor let out an unwilling roar, watching helplessly as the nine cannon shells grew larger and larger in his pupils.
"Boom!"
Deafening explosions resounded through the sky, and dazzling light completely engulfed the figures of the three.
Violent energy shockwaves spread in all directions, raising another layer of the already dilapidated ruins.
Fang Yang stood quietly in place, completely unmoved.
His gaze pierced through the dense smoke from the explosion, coldly observing the area enveloped by destruction.
The smoke and dust gradually dispersed, revealing three disheveled figures within.
The Ghost Emperor and the other two's injuries were even more severe. The Dark Blood Demon had even lost an arm, and the Dark Hummingbird's wings were incomplete.
Only the Ghost Emperor, relying on his profound cultivation, barely protected his vital points, but his Aura was already in disarray.
"You... who exactly are you?"
The Ghost Emperor stared intently at Fang Yang, his voice filled with unconcealed dread.
Fang Yang slowly raised his hand, palm facing up, strands of silver spatial power flowing at his fingertips.
"The one who sends you on your way."
Before his words finished, his figure had already disappeared from its original spot.
The next moment, he appeared in front of the Ghost Emperor.
Fang Yang's fingers were like a sword, and a silver light flashed, striking directly at the Ghost Emperor's glabella.
The Ghost Emperor retreated in horror, but found that the space around him was completely solidified, making it impossible to move even an inch.
At this critical moment of life and death, he suddenly bit the tip of his tongue, spitting out a mouthful of vital blood: "Blood Escape!"
Dark red blood mist burst open, and the Ghost Emperor's figure instantly disappeared from its original spot, appearing a hundred meters away.
However, a bloody hole had appeared on his left shoulder, and dark red blood continuously gushed out.
"Interesting."
Fang Yang raised an eyebrow slightly, seemingly surprised that the Ghost Emperor could evade this attack.
The next moment, his figure disappeared again, appearing in front of the Dark Blood Demon.
"No—"
The Dark Blood Demon screamed in terror, his body surging with blood-red light, attempting to make a final struggle.
Fang Yang merely pointed a finger lightly.
A silver light flashed, and a tiny bloody hole appeared on the Dark Blood Demon's glabella. The light in his eyes rapidly dissipated, and his body fell straight backward.
"Next one."
Fang Yang's voice was terrifyingly calm as he turned to look at the Dark Hummingbird.
The Dark Hummingbird was scared to the point of his Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering. He turned to flee, but found himself unable to move.
Silver spatial power, like invisible chains, firmly bound him.
"Ghost Emperor Your Excellency, save me..." The cry for help abruptly stopped.
The Dark Hummingbird's body suddenly began to twist and compress, eventually turning into a ball of blood mist that burst open in the air.
In an instant, two of the Holy Spirit Cult's Ultimate Douluo fell!
The Ghost Emperor watched helplessly as his two powerful subordinates died tragically, his eyes filled with fear.
He stared intently at Fang Yang, his voice trembling: "You..."
"Spatial Rend!"
Fang Yang did not answer, but slowly raised his hand, silver spatial power condensing in his palm.
The space around the Ghost Emperor suddenly twisted and compressed, countless invisible blades cutting at his body.
He let out a tragic scream, his entire being shattering inch by inch under the crushing force of the spatial power, ultimately turning into a puff of blood mist that dissipated into the air.
One of the Holy Spirit Cult's Two Emperors, the Ghost Emperor, fell!
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