"Curse of Heavenly Condemnation, Soul Atrophy!"

After unleashing that attack, Xing Dehai's figure swayed uncontrollably, and even his expression turned pale.

It was clear that casting this move was an extremely terrible drain, even for a Saint-level expert like Xing Dehai.

A silent, invisible black power spread outwards.

A small skeleton charging forward came into contact with this power, and the soul fire in its eye sockets instantly extinguished!

The entire skeleton collapsed directly to the ground.

And this wasn't an isolated case. All of the undead creatures that came into contact with the power released by Xing Dehai suffered the same fate!

Even the Netherworld Bone Dragon in the sky was scattered into a pile of broken bones under the Curse of Heavenly Condemnation!

The so-called undead creatures are actually awakened remnants of souls from their previous lives, to be used by necromancers.

Xing Dehai's Curse of Heavenly Condemnation, which targeted souls, was undoubtedly the nemesis of undead creatures.

With a single Curse of Heavenly Condemnation, Xing Dehai directly cleared out ninety percent of the undead creatures on the field!

Even Qiao Yu himself was struck by the Curse of Heavenly Condemnation, his head aching, and he instantly dropped out of the Six Paths Power state.

This terrifying power caused Qiao Yu to be shocked.

A Saint-level expert was indeed a Saint-level expert! Their power was indescribable.

"Boy, the undead creatures have all been wiped out by me. Let's see what other tricks you have! Die!"

Xing Dehai grinned hideously, raised his hand, and aimed it at Qiao Yu.

"Who dies isn't certain yet!" Qiao Yu's lips curled into a gentle smile.

If Qiao Yu was just a necromancer, then he would have been defeated at this moment!

Because his mana was almost depleted, and he was unable to summon so many undead creatures again.

But unfortunately, Qiao Yu's greatest strength had never been his identity as a necromancer!

"Undead Swap!"

Qiao Yu suddenly swapped places with a skeleton soldier. The poor little skeleton instantly shattered under Xing Dehai's power.

Then, Qiao Yu picked up the Zhulong Yanyue Blade and slashed at Xing Dehai.

"What?! This is impossible!"

Xing Dehai exclaimed, his eyes widening in disbelief at the scene before him.

Xing Dehai was too careless.

He never expected that Qiao Yu had hidden the Undead Swap, and had just poured all his power into that poor little skeleton.

Now he was in a state where his old strength was exhausted and new strength had not yet been generated, and there was nowhere to escape!

The desperate Xing Dehai could only watch helplessly as the blade of the Zhulong Yanyue Blade continued to enlarge in his pupils.

He never imagined that he, a dignified Saint-level curse mage, would actually die at the hands of a King-level necromancer.

The Zhulong Yanyue Blade struck Xing Dehai's body like a red-hot knife cutting into lard, without any resistance.

Xing Dehai didn't even have time to react before he was cut in half at the waist.

"Ah!"

Xing Dehai, with only his upper body remaining, struggled desperately to run towards the door, leaving a long trail of blood on the ground.

Qiao Yu couldn't help but admire the vitality of a Saint-level expert. He could still run with only half his body left.

He picked up the Zhulong Yanyue Blade and wanted to give Xing Dehai the final blow, but at this moment, a sword light suddenly descended from the sky outside the door! Cutting the already riddled house in two!

Seeing this, Qiao Yu could only turn his slash into an upward parry, forcibly receiving this sword.

This sword was clearly also from a Saint-level expert. Qiao Yu was forced back several steps, and the Yanyue Blade in his hand trembled uncontrollably.

At this time, the rest of the Xing family, who had been surrounding the area to prevent Qiao Yu from escaping, were alarmed and rushed in.

Qiao Yu glanced over them roughly, and his face became solemn.

Leading the way were four Saint-level experts, followed by twenty Emperor-level experts.

The Xing family's strength was even more terrifying than Qiao Yu had believed.

Even Qiao Yu in his prime couldn't beat this lineup, let alone now, when Qiao Yu had exhausted all his trump cards to defeat Xing Dehai, and his mana was almost depleted.

"Cripple him for me! Cut off his hands and feet! Just leave him with a breath!"

Xing Dehai roared hysterically. At this time, he no longer had the high-spirited look he had at the beginning.

With only half his body left, his face was twisted, like a terrifying ghost.

Upon hearing this, the four Saint-level experts faintly formed an encirclement, surrounding Qiao Yu.

Having seen Xing Dehai's miserable state, none of them dared to underestimate this young man who was only at the King level.

"Boy, you won't escape today! I will definitely tear you to pieces!"

"Is that so?" Qiao Yu revealed a gentle smile. "I don't think you'll have that chance. From the moment you released the Soul Devouring Demonic Insects, you were a dead man."

"Today I will kill you no matter what, even Jesus can't save you, I'm telling you!"

As soon as he finished speaking, after casting a Yin-Yang Conversion on himself, the ghostly energy that was originally scurrying around on Qiao Yu's Netherworld Rakshasa Body actually began to flow strangely in one direction, as if the ghostly energy had turned into flowing water in a stream.

Immediately afterwards, the flowing water in the stream seemed to merge into a torrent, and the ghostly energy around Qiao Yu began to violently riot!

Qiao Yu stretched out his fair and slender right hand, and then slowly closed his five fingers!

Those ghostly energies were like they had found an outlet, desperately converging towards Qiao Yu's right hand!

The void around the fist of his right hand could not withstand this power and gradually began to shatter!

The Xing family members all gasped when they heard this. What kind of fist technique was this? How could it have such terrifying fluctuations?

Even the White family's Flowing Hundred Transformations Fist, which was famous for its fist techniques, didn't have such power, right?

Even Xing Dehai temporarily forgot the pain and stared at Qiao Yu's right fist in disbelief.

At this time, Qiao Yu had already closed his eyes tightly. He was frantically recalling the scene of the giant holding a giant axe and splitting the heavens and the earth inside the Five-Colored Altar.

He regarded his right hand as an axe, and was completely immersed in this fist. He now had only one thought, and that was to kill Xing Dehai!

Even if four Saint-level experts tried to stop him, he would still kill!

Countless ghostly energies were constantly superimposed on Qiao Yu's fist like waves! Soon, all the ghostly energy possessed by the Netherworld Rakshasa Body was stacked on his fist, and his right hand had turned black!

He had referred to the force-generating method of the Flowing Hundred Transformations Fist, but he had only replaced the strength with ghostly energy! At the same time, he integrated a trace of his understanding of the Law of Force from within the Five-Colored Altar!

This fist was a fist that belonged exclusively to Qiao Yu!

The next second, Qiao Yu suddenly opened his eyes! At the same time, his right fist moved at his command!

"Netherworld Sky-Opening Fist!"