For years, Yu Jinhong had been under Yu Jinbo's protection, his personality less like an ancient monster of hundreds of years and more like a spoiled second-generation heir who hadn't figured things out after centuries.
His abilities had also not improved.
Back then, Yu Jinbo had captured countless malevolent and vicious ghosts for Yu Jinhong to devour, essentially "nurturing" a ghost king into existence to accelerate Yu Jinhong's growth.
This resulted in Yu Jinhong appearing powerful but lacking true substance, possessing formidable ghostly energy without knowing how to wield it.
Yao Yuming, on the other hand, was clearly battle-hardened. From the outset, he had the upper hand against Yu Jinhong.
Once Yan Shouyi joined the fray, Yu Jinhong could no longer withstand the pressure, not even having a chance to retaliate!
Palm Thunder!
Golden Light Incantation!
Five Thunders Orthodox Method!
Yan Shouyi unleashed a barrage of spells upon Yu Jinhong, forcing him to retreat step by step. Yao Yuming seized the opportunity to launch a furious assault on Yu Jinhong!
Yu Jinhong could no longer endure the combined attack of the two. Yao Yuming found an opening and bit down on his neck!
This was how ghost kings clashed – primal, brutal, bloody! Every blow landed with visceral force!
As Yao Yuming bit into Yu Jinhong's neck, the latter's soul flickered and dimmed, seemingly being absorbed by Yao Yuming.
Witnessing this, Yu Jinbo erupted in fury: "Yao Yuming, how dare you?!"
Yao Yuming let out a cold snort. He had reached a point of no return. This battle could only end in victory, not defeat, so how could he not go for the kill against Yu Jinhong?
Yu Jinhong was truly terrified. He reached out, trying to grasp Yu Jinbo, who was tens of meters away, his eyes filled with helplessness as he cried out, "Big brother! Save me!"
"Second brother!"
Yu Jinbo's eyes bulged with rage. Pushing his limits, he actually broke free from the chains summoned by Ying Jiu!
Ying Jiu suffered a backlash, spitting out a mouthful of blood and collapsing on the ground:
"I can't hold him anymore..."
Han San, who had just settled Xu Qian, rushed back to help Ying Jiu, comforting him, "It's okay, we did our best. Brother Yan's objective has been achieved!"
Although the two ghost kings of the Yu family were not good people, their brotherly bond was undeniably deep.
Seeing Yu Jinhong in peril, Yu Jinbo lost all reason and poured all his strength into rescuing him.
But this also created an opening for Yan Shouyi!
Yu Jinbo transformed into a gust of wind, rushing towards Yao Yuming to save his brother.
At this very moment, Yan Shouyi and Sanyuan, who had been lying in wait, descended from the sky. Gripping the Zanhun blade in reverse, Yan Shouyi plunged it directly towards Yu Jinbo's forehead!
Yu Jinbo's face contorted with shock as he finally realized he had walked into a trap.
From the beginning, Yan Shouyi had no intention of killing Yu Jinhong first. It was all an act with Yao Yuming to make Yu Jinbo lose his composure.
Now, with Yan Shouyi's strike aimed at Yu Jinbo's forehead, Yu Jinbo had no time to dodge or block!
"Yu Jinbo, die!"
Yan Shouyi shouted, driving the Zanhun blade fiercely into Yu Jinbo's forehead!
The blade sank in completely, leaving only the hilt in Yan Shouyi's hand!
"Big brother!"
Yu Jinhong let out a cry of grief and struggled free from Yao Yuming, swatting at Yan Shouyi!
Yan Shouyi attempted to pull out the Zanhun blade but failed several times. Helpless, he had to abandon it for the moment and grabbed Sanyuan's claw as he flew away.
Seeing this, Yu Jinhong also managed to retract his force in time, avoiding friendly fire on Yu Jinbo.
"Big brother, how are you?!"
Yu Jinhong pulled Yu Jinbo, about to check on him, but Yao Yuming wouldn't give him the chance!
With no other option, Yu Jinhong released his hold and continued to contend with Yao Yuming!
After landing, Yan Shouyi rejoined the group. Looking back, Yu Jinbo's body suddenly toppled over, collapsing like a building.
Seeing Yu Jinbo fall, Long Feicheng couldn't help but ask, "Is Yu Jinbo finished?"
Yan Shouyi's expression was grim; he did not make a hasty conclusion.
Yu Jinbo's eyes were vacant, his body stiff. A dense wave of ghostly energy emanated from his forehead, truly showing signs of his soul scattering!
"He should... have succeeded?" Duan Mu's face showed a hint of joy.
If Yu Jinbo were killed, the remaining Yu Jinhong and Wei Qin would pose no threat!
Logically, after the forehead was pierced, even a ghost king would find it difficult to keep his three souls and seven spirits coalescing.
Yet, Yan Shouyi, despite his apparent success, felt a lingering sense of foreboding.
Just as everyone was preparing to cheer, Yu Jinbo, who had appeared to have fallen, suddenly stirred!
He raised his massive palm and slammed it fiercely towards the crowd!
Yan Shouyi's face changed, and he hurriedly led those beside him to escape, shouting, "Yu Jinbo is not dead, everyone dodge!"
But it was too late. Yu Jinbo's resurrection caught everyone off guard. Some who couldn't escape in time were crushed into pulp by Yu Jinbo's strike!
Witnessing this, Yan Shouyi was filled with guilt.
Someone had sacrificed their life after all!
"Brother Yan, Zhong Yan died just now too," Long Feicheng, who had narrowly survived, said with a pale face.
Yan Shouyi sighed.
Even though he had done his best, a ghost king was still a ghost king. The idea of everyone in the crematorium surviving was a fantasy.
For now, the only option was to fight Yu Jinbo again, striving to prevent further casualties!
However, Yan Shouyi couldn't understand why Yu Jinbo, with a fatal blow to his forehead, could come back to life.
"Hahahahahaha!"
Yu Jinbo, who had fallen, rose again amidst roaring laughter.
The scattered ghostly essence and spirits were all reabsorbed by Yu Jinbo!
"I, Yu Jinbo, have roamed Qiantang for hundreds of years, how could I not anticipate this day?" Yu Jinbo sneered. "My soul has long been linked to the West Lake through a secret art. As long as the West Lake's dragon脉 persists, I, Yu Jinbo, am immortal!"
Upon hearing Yu Jinbo's words, everyone's hearts sank, their faces turning ashen.
The West Lake's dragon脉 persisted, making Yu Jinbo immortal?!
If they had known this secret earlier and attempted to sever the West Lake's dragon脉, they might have stood a chance against Yu Jinbo.
But now, everyone was struggling to survive, let alone having the energy to go to the West Lake and break the dragon脈!
Was Yu Jinbo truly invincible?
Even Yan Shouyi, facing Yu Jinbo at this moment, could not think of a way to deal with him.
"Brother Yan..." Cui Yu cast a pleading gaze.
"Alas."
Yan Shouyi sighed heavily.
He couldn't tell them that he was helpless against Yu Jinbo.
Even if he were an immortal, he couldn't have foreseen this.
All he could do was fight alongside his friends from the crematorium until the very end.
The others seemed to understand his resolve from Yan Shouyi's eyes.
Cui Yu let out a soft sigh and turned to Qianqian, saying, "Qianqian, if there is a next life, I hope we can meet again."
Qianqian bit her lip, her face also showing a willingness to face death.
The others also clenched their fists, drawing their weapons, prepared to fight to the death.
At this moment, no one harbored any complaints, no one wished to retreat. They only wanted to fight this final battle on their homeland and die honorably.
"It seems you are all prepared."
Yu Jinbo sneered as he pulled the Zanhun blade from his forehead and casually tossed it before Yan Shouyi. "Yan Shouyi, you schemed and plotted, only for this in the end. Now that you know the truth, do you feel despair?"
Yan Shouyi silently picked up the Zanhun blade, looked up at Yu Jinbo, and said calmly:
"If I could kill you once, I can kill you a second, and a third time. I refuse to believe you are truly immortal. Even the West Lake's dragon脉 will eventually run dry, and I will fight until that day!"
Seeing Yan Shouyi's unyielding resolve, Yu Jinbo's anger flared. "I fear you ants won't even see tomorrow's sun!"
Yu Jinbo raised his hand, and the spear was drawn to him!
The ghostly energy surging from within him even formed a cloak of spectral energy!
Just as he was about to launch a killing blow, an anomaly occurred!
The wound on Yu Jinbo's forehead began to leak ghostly energy!
In that instant, his surging killing intent turned into weakness. He even dropped the spear and clutched his forehead with both hands!
Yu Jinbo was filled with terror. "What's happening... What's going on!"
Hadn't the forehead, pierced by Yan Shouyi before, already recovered?
Why was it suddenly leaking again!
Yan Shouyi also couldn't comprehend what was happening.
Why had Yu Jinbo, who claimed to be immortal, suddenly become so weak?
Just then, Yan Shouyi's phone rang.
He took it out and saw the caller ID displayed – Liu Ying!