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"Dammit! This is so troublesome!" Shilei cursed inwardly.
Thinking this, he suddenly waved both hands, throwing out a large number of Spirit Talismans.
Ye Mingshang hurriedly defended himself. Taking advantage of this moment, Shilei formed a hand seal, bending his body down into the posture of Falling Goose on the Flat Sand.
Out of nowhere, a massive number of Spirit Talismans appeared behind him, multiplying several times compared to before, forming a torrent.
Spirit Talismans filled the sky, overwhelming and astonishing at first glance.
"My God! Such a quantity of Spirit Talismans?! This is truly incredible!"
"If each one is like a bomb, then combined, they are stronger than an entire troop, even more formidable."
"If their power can stack, this is equivalent to the power of several missiles. We should stay far away to avoid being caught in it."
The fellows saw the storm of Spirit Talismans and were all astonished; many had already retreated, fearing the repercussions. After all, these attacks could harm even mortals.
However, not everyone thought this way; top-tier experts remained as steady as mountains.
Zhang Jin was one such example. Even though his master urged him to step back, he stood firm like a snow pine on Changbai Mountain, unyielding over the years.
"The battle is about to end," Zhang Jin said.
"Indeed, with an offensive like this from Face, not just Ye Mingshang but even the Eight Great Vajras would struggle," his master replied while stroking his beard.
Zhang Jin did not elaborate further; his master clearly misunderstood his meaning.
From his perspective, Shilei was already on the verge of losing.
"I don't believe it, under my overwhelming magic, you can still survive!" Shilei declared fiercely.
The Spirit Talisman covered a vast expanse of the sky, rushing forward like a moth to a flame. He could already envision the scene after the Spirit Talisman exploded, where the opponent would be obliterated without a trace.
However, with the Underworld River present, Ye Mingshang would definitely be fine.
Yet, he seemed to have noticed that the father and son were not on good terms. Even if he killed someone, it probably wouldn't matter.
Moreover, judging by the earlier decision of the Underworld River, it might actually intend to kill this human's son.
"Indeed, a monster can never truly accept a human as its son. Although I feel some sympathy for you, this Dragon Pearl is something I must have!" Shilei narrowed his eyes, contemplating in his heart.
Ye Mingshang, of course, had no idea what the other party was imagining. What he needed to do was simple: just win.
He wouldn't use overly powerful abilities; he only needed to win just enough to surpass his opponent.
As he watched the Spirit Talisman spread out everywhere, Ye Mingshang was also startled. Even he would suffer greatly if hit by such a scale of attack.
Instinctively, he was about to unleash his Human Immortal power.
However, following that thought came Heartache; he formed a circle with his hands in front of his chest and murmured to himself.
"Dong ba la hong, xi ba la hong, Dong Gu ba la xi Gu ba la hong..."
These incantations were naturally just random words he was saying. He didn't need these meaningless phrases, but coming up with some spells on the spot wasn't easy either.
So he decided to just babble nonsense.
After all, everyone knew he was an Exorcist and wouldn't find it strange if he knew some peculiar spells.
"What is he saying? Tibetan?"
"Not really. The Poor Monk has spent some time in Tibet and knows a bit of Tibetan, but it's not like that."
"It sounds like some local dialect from somewhere, almost like a Bodhi Sect incantation."
"Ah! Could it be that he knows Bodhi Sect's spells?"
"Who knows? I've heard that the Young Master of the Demon Clan has traveled extensively and learned some unusual spells, so it's not surprising."
Although Ye Mingshang was in the midst of battle, his keen senses still gathered some information for him.
When he heard someone wildly guessing and mistaking his words for a Bodhi Sect spell, he couldn't help but chuckle.
On the opposite side, Shilei was also taken aback, thinking, "What is he doing? What on earth is this? By the way, this reading is way too long."
He thought this but didn't stop his hands, which danced as they controlled the route of the Spirit Talismans flying through the air.
Gradually, these Spirit Talismans surrounded Ye Mingshang in a circular formation.
"Don't blame me; blame your bad luck." With determination in his heart, Shilei spread his arms wide and then suddenly clapped his hands together.
Clap!
As his hands crossed and gripped tightly, the Spirit Talismans trembled as if guided by some force, then all rushed toward the center.
"Oh my god, it's about to begin!"
"I can't bear to watch. Please tell me the result afterward."
"I hope it won't be a bloody mess; I faint at the sight of blood. I should go hide for a bit."
As the attack was about to take effect and everyone was concerned, Ye Mingshang suddenly laughed.
The laugh seemed quite strange and filled with confidence. (In reality, he had just been holding it in for a long time and couldn't help but chuckle.)
"No, Akudo!"
He randomly blurted something out, maintaining his hands in a posture as if holding a ball, shifting his position.
Suddenly, a bright glowing orb appeared.
The orb was radiant and exuded a sacred aura.
This was something Ye Mingshang had mixed with elements of "Dao," possessing a certain celestial power that would inspire reverence in those weaker than him.
In an instant, everyone present felt as if a sun had appeared before them.
That not-so-large orb seemed to carry supreme authority, compelling them to bow in worship.
"What is that? It feels so sacred."
"I don't know; it seems like some kind of spell."
"This kind of majesty... I feel like I've sensed it somewhere before, but never this clearly."
It wasn't just the onlookers; even Zhang Jin, with his coffin-like face, couldn't help but glance over.
"Is it really like this..."
In addition, the few Vajra from the demon clan also felt that this power posed a significant threat to them, and they couldn't help but show a more serious expression.
It wasn't just them; Shilei, who stood opposite Ye Mingshang, felt the same way.
Looking at Ye Mingshang's strange smile, he had a very bad feeling in his heart, as if something terrible was about to happen.
"Gongkara the Eunuch!"
Ye Mingshang suddenly felt like laughing and quickly added another "spell," unable to contain himself, his eyes wide open and his mouth involuntarily curling up.
To others, this appearance seemed eerily demonic and terrifying.
"This is not good!" Shilei exclaimed in alarm.
This time, Ye Mingshang did not keep anyone in suspense.
He suddenly clapped his hands together, completely enclosing the glowing orb in his palm.
Then, with his right hand on top and left hand underneath, he crossed his palms.
Afterward, he slightly opened one side.
Buzz!!! (To be continued.)
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