Urban Undying Lord
Chapter 564 - 564 583 Ancient Great Witch

564: Chapter 583 Ancient Great Witch 564: Chapter 583 Ancient Great Witch Clang!

The Fallen Demon Sword traversed the starry sky, its Demon Light slashing the galactic river apart, a myriad of sword lights howling through the void, and the brilliantly fierce sword radiance violently bombarded Shen Tu.

Clang, clang, clang!

Like boulders piercing the sky, as if stars were falling, the radiance of the Fallen Demon Sword killed thousands, the ultimate terrifying sword radiance engulfing Shen Tu, inch by inch slicing apart his surrounding Demon Light, followed by a giant roar resonating through the tumultuous starry sky.

Shen Tu fell like a kite with its string cut, plummeting towards the Chaos Arena.

Bang!

The earth-shaking roar shook the battlefield, Shen Tu fiercely smashed into the Chaos Arena, Zhou Sen’s sinister light entirely dissipated, leaving it unknown whether he was alive or dead!

Clang, clang, clang!

Heaven and Earth are Limitless, the Demon Sword howled through the sky, and the sound of the Heavenly Sword cleaved through the clangor, causing the boundless starry sky to violently tremble.

Sword Demon, stepping through the starry space toward the Chaos Arena, a pitch-black sword swirling around him, making his form seem immeasurably grand, utterly beyond direct gaze.

“Just a mere Ghost Emperor, unable to withstand a single blow!”

Sword lights tangled, tearing the void, Sword Demon stepped forward, appearing inside the Chaos Arena, his eyes cold and sharp.

“Hehehe!”

Suddenly, a sinister and eerie laugh echoed, only to see Shen Tu slowly rising from the ground, a sinister and bizarre black mist steaming around him, his blood-red eyes glowing within the mist, accompanied by the wailing cries of countless lost souls emanating from within him.

“Falling Demon Sword?”

Shen Tu coldly sneered, “Do you think with this Demon Sword you can defeat Your Emperor?”

“You’re still too green.”

Shen Tu roared lowly, the black mist around him burst forth extremely, instantly covering the vast expanse of the Chaos Arena, with the cries of mourning souls echoing in all directions.

“Eight Heavenly Ghosts, Heavenly Ghost Howling!”

Bang, bang, bang!

Heavenly and earthly fierce winds, ghost mist filling the sky, Shen Tu’s fierce roars resonating, the vast Chaos Arena explosively resounded, and extremely terrifying events ensued.

Eight gateways, pitch black as ink, each towering ten thousand feet high.

As the eight ghost gates rotated endlessly in the starry sky, the space and time of this world seemed to twist, and from within the eight gates emanated an immensely horrifying aura.

“Eight Heavenly Ghosts?”

Outside the arena, the Netherworld Daoist exclaimed in astonishment, his stooped figure beginning to straighten, his gaze toward the eight ghost gates showing a hint of solemnity.

“What are the Eight Heavenly Ghosts?” Peng Demon asked, evidently not very familiar with Ghostly Divine Power, but he also knew that the Divine Skill Shen Tu was displaying must be extremely terrifying, otherwise why would it make the Netherworld Daoist become so solemn?

“Eight Heavenly Ghosts, Heavenly Ghost Howling.”

The Netherworld Daoist spoke each word distinctly, paused for three beats, and continued, “This is a kind of great Ghostly Divine Power, capable of summoning the Eight Great Heavenly Ghosts to descend and specifically annihilate Primordial Spirits, ignoring all material attacks, killing invisibly and intangibly.

Even if the Sword Demon holds the Fallen Demon Sword, he stands absolutely no chance against Shen Tu.”

“Annihilate Primordial Spirits?” Peng Demon gasped in horror, his eyes reflecting a grave expression.

As everyone knows, in the Three Realms of Heaven, Earth, and Man, whether Immortals, Demons, or Ghost Immortals, the most crucial aspect is the Primordial Spirit.

If the Primordial Spirit is annihilated, that truly results in the disappearance of the body and soul, without even a chance for reincarnation.

No matter the Great Divine Power, any technique that targets and annihilates Primordial Spirits belongs to the top-tier Divine Powers within the Three Realms.

At this moment, Shen Tu unleashing the Eight Heavenly Ghosts meant that Sword Demon would face a life and death catastrophe.

“Ha!”

Suddenly, a light laughter came through, which startled the Peng Demon into alertness.

He looked towards the source of the laughter and saw that it came from Ye Xuan’s mouth.

“What’s big brother laughing about?” the Peng Demon asked softly, probing.

Not only was the Peng Demon puzzled, but the Netherworld Daoist was also looking at Ye Xuan, clearly just as clueless about why Ye Xuan was laughing.

As if sensing their questions, Ye Xuan calmly observed the Sword Demon within the Chaos Arena and spoke in an eerie voice, “The Eight Ghost Diagrams are indeed formidable; had it been someone else, they might have faced a life-or-death crisis.

Unfortunately, Shen Tu has faced the Sword Demon, for whom the Eight Ghost Diagrams are utterly useless.”

“Hm?”

Hearing Ye Xuan’s words, both the Peng Demon and the Netherworld Daoist looked perplexed, unable and frustrated as they tried to understand why Ye Xuan would deduce so easily that the Eight Ghost Diagrams were ineffective against the Sword Demon.

“Humph!”

Suddenly, a cold snort resounded.

The South Pole Immortal sneered from a distance, “Ye Xuan, you’ve cultivated for such a short time.

How could you possibly understand the terror of the Eight Ghost Diagrams’ Great Divine Power?”

Disdaining even to glance at the disdainful South Pole Immortal, Ye Xuan felt no need to argue at all.

Abruptly, before the Peng Demon and others could question Ye Xuan again, a change occurred in the Chaos Arena, drawing everyone’s eyes back to the center.

Chaos Arena.

Aoo!

Heavenly Ghost Howling, the gloomy light spread wide; eight ghostly gates buzzed and spun as eight Heavenly Ghosts stepped forward from the colossal gates, their vast bodies shrouded in black mist, blood-red eyes fiercely fixed on the Sword Demon below.

“Heavenly Ghost Soul Devouring!”

Shen Tu’s hair wildly fluttered as he roared furiously, shaking the starry sky.

He manipulated the Supreme Ghost Technique with both hands as the eight enormous Heavenly Ghosts roared across the cosmos, transforming into eight shadowy ghost faces, wildly vicious as they lunged towards the Sword Demon.

“Slash!”

A pair of sword fingers cut through the cosmos.

The Sword Demon shaped the Sword Technique, and the Fallen Demon Sword burst forth in brilliance, emitting the resonant sound of the Heavenly Sword, directly raising a hundred-thousand li of sword light that slashed towards the eight great Heavenly Ghosts.

Boom!

The Star Sea churned, meteors shattered, the Fallen Demon Sword was too terrifying, especially in the hands of the Sword Demon, displaying a world-destroying might.

Yet, when the Fallen Demon Sword descended upon the eight Heavenly Ghosts, something bizarre happened.

The eight Heavenly Ghosts, unharmed, moved freely through the hundred-thousand li of sword light, untouched and uninjured.

“Eight Heavenly Ghosts, not within the Material World, not in voidness, all Material World attacks are useless against the Eight Heavenly Ghosts.” Shen Tu laughed loudly, looking at the Sword Demon with immense disdain.

“Quick!”

Shen Tu manipulated the Supreme Ghost Technique, and the eight terrifying Heavenly Ghosts roared, instantly appearing above the Sword Demon’s head, giving him no chance to dodge.

They invaded the Sword Demon’s body in an instant, and the terrifying shadowy ghost fog completely enveloped the Sword Demon.

“The Sword Demon has lost!”

Outside the arena, the Netherworld Daoist shook his head helplessly.

Being invaded by the Eight Heavenly Ghosts, his Primordial Spirit would surely be devoured; this was indeed a situation of inevitable death.

“It’s a pity the Sword Demon faced Shen Tu, the Ghost Emperor of the Underworld.

Had he encountered an Immortal, how could he have faced such a disaster?” the Peng Demon sighed in resignation.

“Humph!”

From a distance, the South Pole Immortal sneered coldly and glanced at Ye Xuan, “I wonder, who just said that the Eight Heavenly Ghosts were useless against the Sword Demon?

Now it seems like an utterly foolish joke indeed.”

At this moment!

Ye Xuan’s expression remained composed, and a mysterious smile formed at the corner of his mouth as he looked at the scene of the Sword Demon being devoured by the Eight Heavenly Ghosts.

“Sword Demon, are you not going to reveal your true form?”