All seemed to lose their ability to think under my blade. Even the Black Dragon of Misfortune appeared frozen, suspended motionless in the air.

A few seconds later, Xiao Yan was the first to react. "Miss—!"

At that moment, I wrapped my left hand around Meng Die's face, pressing down on her features. With a twist of my five fingers, I forcibly extracted Meng Die's soul from her body. My right hand retracted the curved blade, and my figure retreated several meters, landing on the coffin where I had originally stood.

I had been using the Soul-Chasing Rope to traverse the Yellow Springs precisely to secure my escape route. With Meng Die dead, I would drag her soul along the waterway in a frantic retreat.

After I retreated several meters, the swordsmen guarding Meng Die rose simultaneously, stepped off the cliff, and chased after me on the coffins.

The Black Dragon of Misfortune, previously suspended in the air, also violently coiled its body and charged toward me from afar.

In the blink of an eye, the dragon and ten men overlapped. At first glance, it looked as if the Black Dragon of Misfortune had swallowed ten figures leaping through the air. In reality, the Black Dragon of Misfortune was propelling the ten men forward.

The dragon's roar and the ghosts' wails echoed in the narrow waterway, relentlessly pursuing me. My speed of leaping across the coffins began to slow, gradually falling within the Black Dragon of Misfortune's control.

The ten swordsmen emerged from the dragon's mist, advancing with their swords. The longswords, which should have been as cold and bright as snow, became as black as ink when pointed at me.

A powerful force emanated from the swords, not injuring my body directly, but constantly severing my luck.

A sorcerer's perception of luck is higher than ordinary people's, which is precisely why the black sword energy made me even more uncomfortable.

With each strike, my heart would palpitate uncontrollably. After only two steps back, my heart felt as if it was about to leap out of my chest. A premonition of impending disaster suddenly assailed me.

Meng Die, whom I held tightly in my hand, laughed wildly, "You killed me, but you won't release my soul. Are you trying to use me to threaten my master?"

"You still can't let go of Li Chunfeng, can't let go of your family."

"Unfortunately, the more you can't let go, the faster you'll die. The Black Dragon of Misfortune comes from a demon god. If you don't release me, you're angering the demon god."

"However, I hope you don't release me. If you let me go, how will the demon god kill you?"

As I retreated backward without a word, the iron chain beneath the coffin in my planned route suddenly snapped. The coffin was pushed several meters away by the water, and I could only step on the edge of the coffin to retreat again.

Although I didn't fall into the water, I deviated from my original position. To get back on track, I had to look behind me.

The Black Dragon of Misfortune didn't give me that chance. With another roar, the sound of the iron chain breaking and the earth and rocks collapsing reverberated.

The coffins that had been lying across the water were like rotten wood pushed by mud and sand, pressing down with overwhelming force along the current.

The rolling mud and coffins appeared to provide footing, but they were fraught with danger. One wrong step and I would roll into the Yellow Springs waterway beneath the coffins.

But I had no choice but to step onto the broken coffin.

As soon as my toe touched down, the coffin broke into two sections beneath my feet. As I leaned backward, I took three steps in quick succession, my feet getting stuck in the cracks of the coffin.

Meng Die laughed wildly, "What did I tell you? You are a defiant one, but not without fate."

"A diviner can't kill you, but the Black Dragon of Misfortune can ensure you have no burial place. Keep retreating! If you take two more steps back, all that awaits you is the Yellow Springs water below."

I knelt on the coffin top and said coldly, "You can shut up now! I brought you out here just to give your master a little gift! Ye Yang—"

With my furious roar, Ye Yang's sword sang like a dragon, his figure swift as a startled goose, appearing behind me several meters away on the wind.

As my eyes locked onto the Black Dragon of Misfortune, I raised my hand and threw Meng Die's soul into the air.

"One sword sends the soul, even reincarnation is severed!" Ye Yang shouted, his sword drawn. The snow-white sword light passed by my side, making me feel a terror as if I was about to be taken into reincarnation by the sword light.

All I knew was that Ye Yang's "Soul-Shattering Sword" could penetrate yin and yang, hunting down ghosts. Even if a ghost hid in the Yellow Springs, it would be slain by his sword.

I grabbed Meng Die's soul and called for Ye Yang to attack, just to avenge Cang Tianji's underhanded schemes. She had plotted against me twice. If I didn't show her some color, would she think my Two Realms Hall was easy to bully?

My original intention was to have Ye Yang use the Soul-Shattering Sword to return a sword to Cang Tianji through Meng Die's soul.

But what did Ye Yang just shout?

One sword sends the soul?

Before I could react, Ye Yang's sword energy had already pierced Meng Die's soul.

I watched as the strange sword light passed through Meng Die's body, and the void shattered.

The originally calm space was as if Ye Yang's sword had blasted out a fist-sized black hole. Meng Die's soul was instantly sucked into the black hole and disappeared.

Immediately afterward, the Black Dragon of Misfortune, which was chasing me, also changed direction and charged into the black hole. It vanished before my eyes in the blink of an eye.

The ten swordsmen, losing the augmentation of the Black Dragon of Misfortune, fell into the water one after another, swept away by the Yellow Springs water.

Ye Yang grabbed my shoulder and pulled me back in a swift retreat.