I stopped and noticed Li Yulan was glancing at me out of the corner of her eye.

She was starting to panic!

The moment I gripped the knife hilt and held my breath, the black-armored prison guard pointed the spear in his hand towards the stone chair.

It was only then that I saw the full appearance of the spear. The weapon, which had been buried for who knows how many years, had formed a stone-like shell on its surface. Yet, I could still feel the killing intent emanating from the spear.

The moment my gaze locked onto the spear, the black-armored prison guard suddenly exerted force with his feet and sprinted forward.

Even though he was running, the sound of the wind caused by the spear was sharp and piercing. The shell that had been attached to the spear also flew up in the swift wind. A divine weapon hidden for thousands of years had reappeared in the world, its murderous aura soaring and its sharpness pressing down on people.

The black-armored prison guard was still five meters away, but the radiant light erupting from the spear had already locked onto its target.

Li Yulan, who had been mobilizing the power of feng shui a moment ago, seemed to have been pinned in place by the cold light. Maintaining the posture of forming hand seals, she sat motionless on the stone chair, watching helplessly as the spear pierced towards her hands.

In the blink of an eye, the spear's tip had already touched her fingers.

The instant the spear tip and her fingertip collided, Li Yulan's finger melted away at a speed visible to the naked eye, like white wax thrown into a raging fire. In the blink of an eye, a large portion of it had disappeared.

As the prison guard's spear advanced towards her palm, Bai Zhou (Daylight) and Zi Ye (Midnight) were simultaneously drawn, the twin blades erupting with killing intent, immediately attracting the guard's attention.

The black-armored prison guard abruptly turned around, raising the spear in his hand and pointing it at me.

At that moment, the ghost hands on the hilts of Bai Zhou and Zi Ye also spread all ten fingers.

As I brought the twin blades together, one above the other, the two ghost hands clasped together, and the two curved blades instantly merged into a single blade wheel resembling a taiji, with black and white entwined.

"Blade Fusion of Yin and Yang – Taiji Slash!" As I roared, I rotated my hands and pushed them out to the side. The blade wheel in my hand rolled through the air, its blade light exploding tenfold, and flew spinning towards the black-armored prison guard.

The blade light, with its ever-changing yin and yang and alternating black and white, collided with the spear amidst the whistling sound of energy, and then screamed into the sky amidst a shower of flying sparks.

The spear in the prison guard's hand merely shifted a few feet, but my yin-yang twin blades were sent spinning towards the ceiling of the underground palace by the opponent's heavy blow.

As the rocks on the ceiling fell wildly under the force of the blade wheel's edge, the spear in the prison guard's hand also pointed towards my brow.

As the cold light carrying sharpness pressed towards me, I bit my index finger and pointed it towards my brow, "Borrowing the Law of Eternity, Hou Tu Descend!"

Wumen (Witchcraft Sect) secret arts emphasize borrowing power.

I could use secret techniques to borrow the power of Hou Tu, and there was still a possibility of fighting the black-armored prison guard!

Once my secret technique failed, the spear in his hand alone would be enough to leave me with no place to be buried.

As the prison guard's spear advanced madly, I only felt an ancient power, like Mount Tai pressing down from the sky. Caught off guard, my right leg bent and I knelt on one knee.

Hou Tu is an ancient deity who controls Youdu (the Underworld), and her power can only be endured by orthodox Wumen descendants with cultivation above the level of Great Witch.

I had only learned a part of witchcraft from Gui Ba, and I was simply unable to channel Hou Tu's power into my body. As soon as the divine power arrived, I was the first to be crushed to my knees.

At the same time, the black-armored prison guard also knelt on one knee, propping himself up with his spear, and lowered his head.

The black-armored prison guard was either a descendant of Wumen or a puppet refined by Wumen. He had an innate fear of ancient divine power. When divine might descended, he would inevitably kneel down like the most devout believer, bowing his head to listen to orders.

What's more, he was just a prison guard guarding the underground prison, and what I had borrowed was the divine power of Hou Tu, who controlled the Youdu hell.

Even if the prison guard knew the danger, he had to kneel down and offer sacrifices to the god.

That was the result I wanted!

Under the divine might, I struggled to look up at the blade wheel in the air, slammed my right hand on the ground, borrowed strength to raise my hand, and pointed two fingers inward at the blade wheel, quickly plucking, "Receive!"

A master's control of a blade has four realms. I had already reached the peak of the second realm, controlling the blade with qi, but I had only touched the edge of controlling the blade with intent. I could only control the direction of the curved blade's dance for a short time.

As I roared, the blade wheel, which had already been stuck in the stone crevice, whistled down and slashed madly towards the prison guard's neck.

Although the black-armored prison guard kneeling on the ground felt the killing intent coming, he merely straightened up slightly before immediately lowering his head again.

The sound of the blade wheel shattering bone swept past the prison guard's shoulders, cutting into the ground with dark red bloodstains, and the prison guard's head also rolled to the ground.

Before I could breathe a sigh of relief, I felt the divine might pressing on me suddenly weaken a bit.

Instead of feeling happy, my heart sank suddenly.

Wumen's borrowing of the law emphasizes an exchange.

Wizards must offer certain tributes in order to borrow the power of the gods.

Just now, I forcibly borrowed the law.

Now, it was time for me to offer sacrifices.

As I stood up with cold sweat on my forehead, Li Yulan, sitting on the stone chair, laughed loudly, "Who exactly is not a sorcerer? You dare to borrow the power of the gods without preparing sacrifices? If you can't come up with a sacrifice that satisfies the gods, then just wait to die! Deceiving the gods, you will die even worse than going to hell."