Suddenly, a surge of black energy erupted from the gray-robed man, transforming his previously plump arm into a withered, dry one. Yet simultaneously, nine distinct law fluctuations burst forth from the arm and mysteriously fused into a unified harmony. "Pffft!" The withered arm, like a splintering piece of ancient wood, pierced through the golden giant's waist, then burst open mid-insertion. Instantly, a surge of nine-toned flames erupted, swiftly engulfing and encasing the giant's upper half, transforming him into a colossal being of fire. The golden giant emitted a piercing cry of agony, as his flesh and muscle layers rapidly dissolved layer by layer within the nine-toned flames. The flames, though vividly distinct in hue, flowed as one seamless whole, clearly embodying the nine different law forces. "What true immortal! Under my Nine Trials strike, he is utterly insignificant." After landing the decisive blow, Xuan Jiuling flashed once and vanished from his original position; upon flickering again, he reappeared right beside Ming Zun,冷笑ing. Though he had sacrificed one of his arms in the process, the sheer fact that he had been able to defeat a True Immortal was enough to make him immensely proud. Only then did the layer of black lamp-flame that had enveloped the golden giant finally flicker and completely dissipate. Meanwhile, the ancient black lamp hovering higher up burst with a loud "pop," scattering into countless shimmering sparks. This artifact, it seemed, was a one-time-use divine treasure—once activated, it could no longer be employed again. Seeing this, Yin Gangzi and Wu Ling Lady, among others, were overjoyed, exchanging glances that instantly filled them with a profound sense of having weathered a great calamity. Ming Zun, gazing at the golden giant now reduced to a pile of flames, could not help but smile faintly despite his grave expression. The greatest strength of the Nine-Heaven Extinction of the Spirit, indeed, lay in the Nine-Heaven True Flames. This true flame contains the essential flames of nine true spirits of the fire attribute, combined with nine distinct law forces absorbed and integrated through other means—just a single drop is sufficient to boil the seas and melt the mountains. Even a true immortal would not survive if exposed to it, let alone the highest-tier beings in the immortal realm. Thus, the backup plan previously prepared seems unnecessary. Ming Zun thought so. At that moment, the vast fire mouth had ceased to emit any sound, its flesh and blood completely dissolved, leaving behind only a magnificent, golden skeletal frame standing motionless. This sight brought even greater relief to all present. "Wait—this true immortal has not perished! The power of the Ten-Thousand-Spirits Blood Seal remains undiminished!" Suddenly, the seated, court-dressed woman broke into a sweat and cried out. The announcement startled everyone, including Yin Gangzi Ming Zun, who all turned their heads toward the heavens in unison. Lo and behold, the blood seal frozen in the sky was rapidly melting under the dual influence of inner and outer flames, its surface now reduced to a mere thin layer clinging to it. "Unfortunate! He truly hasn't perished! Strike once more!" Ming Zun's face grew pale as he uttered a low command, then suddenly pressed his palms together in a series of gestures, and as he opened his mouth, a blue, shimmering blade several inches long shot forth. After a slight flick, it expanded into a brilliant arc of rainbow light, cutting straight through the golden skeleton with tremendous force. Suddenly, a crystalline, exquisitely crafted armor emerged upon the golden skeleton's body. As a hum resonated, countless purple-gold runes shimmered across its surface. Hundreds of silver swords and blue-gold lightning strikes slammed against it, each one bouncing off with a sharp "thud," yet none could penetrate the runes, which remained unscathed. The four black níl beasts advancing close at hand, witnessing this, immediately grew alarmed and, disregarding their earlier agreement to strike only once, once again opened their mouths to expel a black fire ball. At the same time, they surged backward, retreating with a powerful motion. Though the black fire ball struck the purple-gold runes and burst into a cascade of black flames, it too was repelled, unable to make an impact. From the golden skeleton, a series of strange, grating laughter echoed. Suddenly, its massive head opened, spitting out a small, palm-sized bottle of deep green hue. With a gesture toward the empty space, the bottle instantly faded into silence, becoming indistinct. At that very moment, a great bottle-shaped silhouette, roughly the size of an acre, materialized spontaneously at the apex of the golden skeleton. Simply inverted, the bottle's mouth erupted with a thunderous roar, and a surge of green liquid flowed out, dispersing into a cascade of ethereal rain that fell in all directions. The rain shimmered a pale green, appearing dense and urgent, yet it only enveloped a small area centered on the golden skeleton. The golden skeleton paid no attention to the relentless attacks from the silver flying swords and blue flying knives outside. It merely let out a low roar, then suddenly spread its hands wide, presenting itself as fully as possible. An astonishing scene unfolded. As the green spiritual rain cascaded over its body, a delicate layer of pale green light instantly shimmered across the skeleton. One by one, blood threads materialized on its bones, briefly interweaving and flickering, before coalescing into solid patches of flesh and muscle. In the span of just a few breaths, the golden giant's flesh and skin, which had seemingly vanished, were restored to their original state. His closed eyes suddenly snapped open. Golden spikes and blue flames surged forth from his gaze, a fierce smile flashing across his face. With a sudden, sweeping motion of his hand, he reached out into the air. A flash of green light—immediately, the small, deep-green bottle was plucked from the void. A heavy thud! The massive image of the bottle in the air vanished, and the ethereal rain of energy likewise dispersed into nothingness. "Excellent. I didn't expect both the Ban Yuan Lamp and the Nine-Devastation Spirit Flame to appear. It seems I truly underestimated you all. Yet precisely because of that, you have now completely incensed me. From now on, I shall offer you not a single chance. Today, every single person present here shall perish—none shall escape." The golden giant roared loudly, then, with one hand pressing a series of gestures and opening his mouth again, suddenly spewed out dense streams of purple-gold characters that dispersed into the surrounding void as the wind blew. At that moment, the sky burst with golden light, and golden orbs the size of human heads materialized out of nowhere, spinning and rapidly swelling in size under the power of the giant's incantations. Simultaneously, the golden volcanoes that had previously gone still on the ground began to erupt again, surging with golden lava, which intertwined and flowed across the land, nearly covering the entire terrain. The golden light from heaven surged forth, sweeping forcefully toward the group. "The Spirit Realm! He's launched his Spirit Realm attack! Move quickly!" Seeing this strange scene, Ming Zun shouted, then with a sudden foot press against the void, a brilliant blue glow surged from his body, rising several feet high and transforming into a streak of blue light, shooting off toward the distance. The four black níl beasts had already transformed into four black luminous spheres and shot off ahead. Xuan Jiuling bit her lip, then with a mere twist of her body, dissolved into a faint ethereal outline and vanished in place. Yin Gangzi and Wu Ling Lady were struck with cold dread upon seeing this, and without hesitation, they too fled. The lady in imperial attire felt the fourfold void tighten once more, her body now as heavy as a mountain, utterly immobile. Panicked, she swiftly activated her spell, and all her treasures surged forth, forming a radiant layer of light that fully enveloped her. Yet, as bloodlight flashed in the sky, every single layer of light—like fragile paper—collapsed and vanished instantly. Her vision blurred, her body heated, and she lost consciousness completely. This great master, under the overwhelming power of the Ten-Thousand-Souls Blood Seal, not only vanished in an instant, but all her treasures were completely destroyed. "Think you can escape?" the golden giant snorted. A flash of purple-gold light rippled across his face as he moved his arm, pointing a finger toward the distant void. "Boom!" A sudden surge of golden light rolled forth, lifting a colossal wave of golden tide reaching ten thousand feet high. With a single downward stroke, the wave swept the fleeing Ming Zun, Xuan Jiuling, and Wu Ling Lady completely into the golden realm. At the same time, a ripple of stillness in the golden world near its edge caused Xuan Jiu Ling to stumble into form, his face filled with shock and fury. "Kill!" The golden giant didn't wait for the three humans and four beasts to deploy any further techniques, and with a fierce expression, roared out. Instantly, a brilliant golden light surged around them, and seven colossal hands, each adorned with purple-gold patterns, materialized suddenly beneath them. With a single movement, they seized the seven beings firmly in their palms. The three humans and four beasts felt their bodies tighten instantly, a force of law descending upon them—rendering their limbs immobile and their body and spiritual energies suddenly sluggish. Naturally, they were terrified beyond measure. At that moment, a surge of blood mist rose suddenly above them, and seven immense, identical blood seals appeared, floating into place. In the dazzling waves of blood light, the three humans and four beasts merely flickered once before turning to ash. At the same time, deep beneath the earth, thousands of zhangs down, the silver giant, his face turning pale, was tightly encircled at the center by eight golden underground volcanoes, completely immobilized. As the volcanoes roared, eight streams of molten gold surged forth, enveloping the silver giant in an unimaginably intense heat. Within a single cry, the giant fell silent—no sound emerged from the molten gold. Witnessing the complete annihilation of all the great cultivators before him, the golden giant finally allowed a faint expression of satisfaction to surface on his face. But then, his expression darkened, and he swiftly turned, shouting toward a specific direction: "Who is hidden there? Get out now!" As soon as the words fell, at a spot thousands of zhangs away that appeared empty, another golden hand suddenly coalesced. With a mere forward sweep of its five fingers, it tore a golden figure—only a few chi-long tall—out of the very void. This little being has no hair, no mouth, no nostrils—only two bright, sparkling eyes. Though situated within the golden giant's vast hands, he shows not the slightest sign of panic, merely gazing at the golden giant with a calm, expressionless composure. Upon seeing the little being clearly, the Golden Devourer giant's fierce expression fades instantly, and he suddenly gasps aloud.