In the Black Forest.
The drought demons exploded one after another, emitting dazzling sparks.
This situation continued, and the flames had been flashing for nearly an hour.
The number of drought demons Ji Mo had annihilated had already reached several thousand.
The Spirit Emperors outside, who were monitoring the situation in the Black Forest, were stunned.
They had expected that this stubborn and brainless brute would not last long and would soon be killed by the Nine Nether Ancestor.
To their surprise, the opponent was so tenacious, still fighting, and clearly showing no signs of exhaustion. It seemed he was getting stronger as he fought.
"Something is wrong. When did such a brave Spirit Emperor appear in our Southern Domain?"
"Could it be that an old ancestor from some sect has reached the peak of the Spirit Emperor realm and deliberately sought out the Nine Nether Ancestor for a spar? Judging by the momentum, it's quite possible they could defeat the Nine Nether Ancestor."
"I don't think this is a good thing. As everyone knows, the Nine Nether Ancestor is rumored to come from the Burial Ground and cannot be killed. If he is truly injured, it might enrage him, leading to a bloody revenge."
Many Spirit Emperors showed signs of worry.
If they lost, it would be one thing. But if they won and still couldn't kill the Nine Nether Ancestor, the opponent would inevitably launch a mad retaliation, and the Southern Domain would be plunged into a bloodbath.
At this moment, most Spirit Emperors felt that the person challenging the Nine Nether Ancestor deserved to die, as they would only bring great disaster to the Southern Domain.
If the Nine Nether Ancestor were injured, he would surely hunt and devour humans on a large scale to heal himself. Corpses would litter the ground, and who could guarantee that disaster wouldn't befall their own territory?
"The expert is truly unfathomable. To sustain such a high-intensity battle for so long, it's highly likely they are a peak Spirit Emperor, or even beyond!"
Zhang Zheng sighed with emotion.
He had followed along the way, and all he saw were traces of past battles.
The number of dead drought demons was countless; the expert's combat record was truly formidable!
Afterward, he discovered Ji Mo's discarded wood-cutting knife beside a pile of drought demon corpses as high as small mountains.
"Dream-grade weapon!"
He picked up the wood-cutting knife, trembling with excitement. He had never even seen an Epic-grade weapon before, and now he had the fortune to touch an Emperor weapon.
Without a doubt, this was the weapon used by the expert; all the drought demons nearby had been killed by him.
"What is the intention of the expert leaving behind an Emperor weapon?"
Zhang Zheng pondered, and a surge of heroic spirit rose within him.
The expert leaving his weapon must have been a hint, surely a wish for him to lend a hand.
Yes, it must be so.
The Nine Nether Ancestor had an endless supply of drought demons, while the expert was alone and outnumbered, at a disadvantage. He needed help.
"Expert, I am here to assist you."
Zhang Zheng was filled with fervor, his fear completely gone. With an Emperor weapon in hand, what was there to fear?
He quickly rushed towards the direction of the battle.
"It should be here!"
Ji Mo finally arrived at the ancient tomb, certain that the mastermind controlling the drought demons to attack him was hiding here.
"You refuse the path to heaven and insist on breaking into hell. Ji Mo, today is your death day."
A chilling wind howled, and gray mist billowed as the Nine Nether Ancestor's enormous body slowly materialized.
He was a hundred meters tall, with two horns on his head, four wings on his back, and a ferocious, terrifying face with bared canine teeth, exuding immense terror.
His voice was like thunder, shaking the heavens and earth. His entire being emanated a boundless aura that scattered the clouds in the sky.
Ji Mo, in front of the Nine Nether Ancestor, was as insignificant as an ant. It seemed that if the latter merely stamped his foot, he would be crushed into a pulp.
Facing such a terrifying ghost, anyone would be chilled to the bone upon seeing this scene.
Ji Mo's face was filled with dread. If his legs hadn't felt weak, he would have turned and fled on the spot.
However, his fearful expression soon vanished, replaced by one of confusion as his gaze moved from top to bottom, landing on the Nine Nether Ancestor's feet.
"Ji Mo, surrender quickly, and I will spare your life."
The Nine Nether Ancestor roared at Ji Mo, opening his blood-filled mouth.
His voice, accompanied by a violent gust of wind, collapsed a large area of trees.
Ji Mo stood unmoving and said faintly, "Three-inch Ding, stop playing your tricks. You shorty, you think you can scare me?"
Three-inch Ding?
Shorty?
Upon hearing this, the Nine Nether Ancestor's expression changed drastically.
Before they had even clashed, how had the opponent seen through his true form?
The form he was currently displaying was merely his Dharma body, but his true form and Dharma body had merged into one. How had it been seen through?
"You dare to insult me, you're seeking death!"
The Nine Nether Ancestor, as if his sore spot had been stepped on, flew into a rage. His spiritual energy surged, and a black lightning bolt tens of meters long condensed in his hand.
Instantly.
The black lightning bolt, carrying a world-destroying aura, blasted towards Ji Mo.
A small mushroom cloud shot up into the sky.
Within a radius of several kilometers, mud and rocks flew, trees were shattered, and the area was in disarray.
However, Ji Mo was unharmed. He covered his nose and mouth and grunted, "As expected, all show and no substance. Useless."
That bolt of lightning only made him feel a slight tingling sensation; it didn't harm him at all.
Ji Mo had been punished by the system's Nine Heavens Divine Lightning multiple times and had endured heavenly tribulations, giving him an unimaginable resistance to lightning. How could he be harmed by such a mere Yin lightning?
Attacks like this were truly akin to tickling him.
The Nine Nether Ancestor was dumbfounded, his heart churning with immense shock.
His full-power strike hadn't injured this brat? How was that possible?
He refused to believe it and continued to condense and unleash bolts of lightning.
The sound of thunder was deafening, the erupting lightning illuminated half the sky, and the surging energy destroyed everything in its path. The central area of the Black Forest was almost completely flattened.
The Nine Nether Ancestor was panting. This barrage of attacks had almost exhausted his entire strength. He was confident that no Spirit Emperor in the present world could survive his attacks.
Even Bai Di, who was once known as the foremost figure below the immortals, would have been severely injured by such an attack.
"You shorty, making such a mess, I thought you were so powerful. Turns out you're useless. It makes sense, looking at your pathetic appearance, you're just a little skeleton that's gained sentience. You probably only know how to scare children."
Ji Mo waved his hand to blow away the dust flying in front of him, looking at the Nine Nether Ancestor with disdain.
He had been a little worried earlier about encountering a formidable opponent, but now it seemed the other party was just a useless skeleton spirit.
Due to his excessive consumption of energy, the Nine Nether Ancestor's Dharma body could no longer be maintained, and he revealed his true form.
It was somewhat unexpected. It turned out to be just a black skeleton less than three feet tall, no wonder Ji Mo had mocked him as "Three-inch Ding" and "shorty."
"Ji Mo, don't be arrogant. Do you really think you're so great for being able to withstand my divine abilities? I will make you die in endless agony."
The Nine Nether Ancestor gritted his teeth, his eyes spewing burning rage.
What he was most proud of was his immortal and indestructible body.
Even if Ji Mo could be immune to his lightning divine abilities, so what? He would simply be more brutal, tear him to shreds, and devour him piece by piece.
As he spoke.
His figure vanished from his original position.