Yu Daohen swung his mace to strike, while Shen Fengqing, blocking with his saber, seized an opportunity to counter-slash.
For a time, the two fought fiercely, locked in a desperate struggle.
Meanwhile, Wang Ming and the others found themselves in a tough predicament.
Although Wang Ming and his companions were not weak, they were still slightly inferior to Li Tiandao. However, with their combined efforts, they managed to hold Li Tiandao to a stalemate.
Seeing Wang Ming and his group in a difficult fight, Yu Daohen's attacks became even sharper, each blow aimed at Shen Fengqing's vital points.
Despite Shen Fengqing's prowess, he was still outmatched by Yu Daohen, who was known for his brutal fighting style.
Yu Daohen seized an opening and struck Shen Fengqing's jaw with his mace.
Although Shen Fengqing blocked with his saber, his body was still forced back several steps.
Seeing this opportunity, Yu Daohen's fingers brushed against the Kanglong Mace, igniting it with fierce flames before striking.
Facing the incoming fiery sword energy, Shen Fengqing dared not be careless. He raised his hand and shouted, "Absorb!"
The fiery sword energy was completely absorbed.
Yu Daohen's expression turned serious, but then he seemed to recall something. His left eye narrowed, and several drops of Samsara Blood Tears flowed out, hovering in the air.
Gazing at the Samsara Blood Tears suspended in the air, Shen Fengqing dared not show any negligence.
Without a word, Yu Daohen waved his hand, shooting the blood tears towards Shen Fengqing.
Seeing the incoming Samsara Blood Tears, Shen Fengqing chose not to confront them head-on but to evade.
Upon witnessing this, Yu Daohen's lips curved upwards.
It seemed his Yang Eye could not absorb these Samsara Blood Tears.
Reaching this conclusion, Yu Daohen immediately condensed several more drops of Samsara Blood Tears and shot them at Shen Fengqing.
As he had surmised, although Shen Fengqing's Yang Eye could absorb all spells, it could not absorb these Samsara Blood Tears.
For a moment, the Samsara Blood Tears overwhelmed Shen Fengqing, leaving him unable to defend himself.
Yu Daohen knew that the longer the fight dragged on, the more disadvantageous it would be for them. He then mobilized dozens more Samsara Blood Tears, condensing them into a long spear.
Yu Daohen's control over the Samsara Blood Tears was now masterful.
Apart from firearms, he could condense them into any weapon he desired.
Facing the spear condensed by Yu Daohen, Shen Fengqing dared not show any hesitation.
Yu Daohen swung his hand, launching the spear with great force.
*Whoosh—*
The spear moved so fast it was impossible to track with the naked eye.
But by the time Shen Fengqing saw it, the blood tear spear was already upon him.
It was too close to evade. Shen Fengqing intended to parry it with his saber, but the moment the blade touched the blood tear spear, it was sent flying.
His Minghong Saber dislodged, Shen Fengqing suddenly grabbed the incoming spear with both hands, attempting to block it with sheer strength.
However, he had underestimated the power of the blood tear spear. The instant his hands gripped it, the immense force nearly shattered them.
*Screech—*
With a sound of tearing fabric, Shen Fengqing's white suit was ripped apart by his bulging muscles. His feet slid backward, but he dared not let go.
If he released his grip, he would undoubtedly be impaled through the heart and killed instantly.
Seizing the moment of his opponent's vulnerability, Yu Daohen swung the Kanglong Mace towards Shen Fengqing.
This strike was destined to shatter his skull and splatter his brains.
But at this critical juncture, a long whip suddenly lashed out.
Yu Daohen reacted swiftly, stomping the ground to halt his advance. He then twisted his body to the left, dodging the incoming whip.
The whip grazed his cheek with a *bang*.
Yu Daohen quickly retreated several meters, warily watching the spot from which the whip had been retracted.
A master of the whip, could it be...!
As expected, the newcomer was none other than Huang Yueji, the Right Emissary of the Divine Religion.
At this moment, Shen Fengqing suddenly flung the spear away with both hands, gasping for breath, but a smile appeared on his face. "You've arrived at the perfect time."
Huang Yueji looked at Shen Fengqing and said respectfully, "This is Huang Yueji, the Right Emissary of the Divine Religion, paying respects to the young master."
Shen Fengqing nodded slightly, then turned to Yu Daohen with a smile. "I admit I'm no match for you in a one-on-one fight. Although I could continue fighting you, for the sake of the greater plan, you must die here!"
Yu Daohen's face turned serious, his brows furrowed.
Originally, Shen Fengqing and Li Tiandao together were already a handful.
Now, with Huang Yueji's arrival, it was three Black List level experts against him. This was clearly a setup to kill him.
He couldn't fight; he absolutely could not fight!
Huang Yueji looked at Li Tiandao and smiled, "Did I come at a good time?"
Li Tiandao, having repelled Wang Ming, finally felt his heart settle and smiled, "No, you came at the perfect time."
Seeing Huang Yueji arrive, Wang Ming and the others' faces changed drastically.
Huang Yueji was the Right Emissary of the Divine Religion, possessing Black List strength.
This was no trifling matter.
Wang Ming and the others immediately retreated to Yu Daohen's side.
"Brother Yu, perhaps..."
Before Wang Ming could finish speaking, Yu Daohen interrupted him, "Fighting two opponents? You think too highly of me."
Seeing this, Wang Ming looked at Liang Jing and the others.
Wang Fubao and Liang Jing were seriously injured and were struggling to hold on.
Shi Bingzhi, on the other hand, was not severely injured but was still wounded, his strength greatly diminished.
Yu Daohen narrowed his eyes and asked, "Everyone, can you hold off these two for ten minutes?"
Wang Ming and the others fell silent, unable to guarantee it.
Liang Jing spoke slowly, "Holding off one person is not difficult, but holding off two would be stretching our capabilities."
Shi Bingzhi remained silent, but his gaze was fixed on Huang Yueji the entire time.
In this situation, three Black List experts were facing one Black List expert and several Heaven List experts.
The disparity in strength was obvious.
Wang Fubao suddenly sensed something and smiled, "It's not impossible. I feel a celestial being nearby."
Upon hearing this, the others looked at Wang Fubao as if he were a savior.
At this critical moment, Wang Fubao was proving reliable.
"I will use three years of my lifespan to invite a celestial being."
As soon as Wang Fubao finished speaking, he formed hand seals and stomped the ground, muttering, "I am a disciple of the Hu family's spirit summoning. Whichever celestial being it may be, please come quickly to my aid!"
A white smoke drifted over and quickly entered Wang Fubao's body.
Yu Daohen and the others looked at Wang Fubao again. His body had transformed. His pupils dilated, his eyes resembling a snake's, and he was sticking out his tongue, his voice hoarse.
"Little one, your one year of lifespan is worth ten of an ordinary person. Tell me, how can I help you, Lord Liu?"
The opposing trio of Shen Fengqing showed no signs of panic at Wang Fubao's spirit summoning.
With three Black List experts present, were they afraid of a mere beast that had achieved sentience?
Yu Daohen inwardly rejoiced. As long as this celestial being could hold off Huang Yueji and Li Tiandao, he would seize the compass and retreat.
At this moment, Wang Fubao's voice emerged, "Please help me hold off the two on the opposite side."
Hearing this, Wang Fubao's snake-like eyes turned towards the three opponents.
After carefully observing Shen Fengqing and the other two, his expression immediately turned grim. "I don't want this decade's worth of merit. Find someone else."
As soon as he finished speaking, a snake-like white smoke slowly drifted out of his body.