With a loud bang!

Yuan Ming's clone was violently shaken and pushed back a dozen feet, but He Xiuwen's massive yellow fist was still caught.

"A clone can also manifest Dharma!"

This time, not only Zheng Heng but also He Xiuwen was shocked.

However, the two soon noticed that the Dharma manifestation by Yuan Ming's clone was weak, only about thirty percent of a normal Dharma's power.

Another Yuan Ming also summoned his Dharma, wielding the Soul Destroying Sword and charging at Zheng Heng.

He Xiuwen and Zheng Heng looked serious. Although the clone's Dharma was only thirty percent powerful, a Dharma was still a Dharma and couldn't be underestimated. They each responded solemnly.

He Xiuwen raised his hand first, calling out a straw man with features made of woven rope, and directed several spells toward it.

The straw man's arm trembled, firing dozens of straws straight at one of the "Yuan Ming" figures.

That "Yuan Ming" quickly manipulated his Dharma to advance, slashing the incoming straws with his Soul Destroying Sword.

Yet the withered straws suddenly accelerated several times, striking the Dharma before the Soul Destroying Sword could land.

These seemingly fragile withered straws were extremely sharp, easily piercing through the Dharma's form, even penetrating the Yuan Ming clone behind it.

Bang!

The Yuan Ming clone exploded into fragments, turning into a shattered spirit bean.

Elsewhere, Zheng Heng summoned a white water mirror and clapped his palms together.

The mirror's chill intensified as a white frost beam, as thick as an arm, shot out, splitting into two thinner white beams mid-air, precisely hitting another Yuan Ming and his Dharma.

With a sizzling sound, the Yuan Ming clone and his Dharma were instantly covered with a layer of glistening white ice armor, becoming large and small ice sculptures.

He Xiuwen and Zheng Heng sighed slightly with relief, ready to attack Yuan Ming's main body when a ripple flashed in the void ahead, and four of Yuan Ming's clones appeared.

He Xiuwen and Zheng Heng's expressions darkened, and they could only continue to attack, slaying the four clones.

But this time, with the four clones working in unison, they held off the two for a moment, consuming considerable effort.

However, before He Xiuwen and Zheng Heng could catch a breath, eight more clones appeared, each summoning a Dharma and charging again with their Soul Destroying Swords.

This time, He Xiuwen and Zheng Heng looked entirely grave, not holding back anymore, immediately forming spells and summoning their respective Dharmas.

He Xiuwen's Dharma looked like an old farmer, with a wide straw hat hiding its entire face and clad in a straw-woven raincoat, everything about it glowing yellow.

As soon as the Dharma appeared, the straw man disassembled on its own, transforming into countless straws that flew to the Dharma's side, reforming into a slender straw sickle held in its hand.

The Mainon Dharma swung its arm, the straw sickle lengthening with the wind, slashing through a clone.

The straw sickle was far sharper than before, easily slicing a clone and its Dharma in half.

The other three clones lunged from different directions, but the straw sickle curved like a whip, striking at the three clones.

Swish swish swish!

The three clones were quickly dealt with as well.

Meanwhile, Zheng Heng's Dharma also materialized.

Its entire body was crystal clear like an ice sculpture, enveloped in a waterfall-like chilling aura from the neck down, like a cloak completely covering its body, shrouding its limbs.

Facing the assault of four Yuan Ming clones, the Frost Dharma merely suddenly opened its eyes, and the chill from its neck surged out, flowing towards the four Yuan Ming clones like rising tidewaters.

The temperature around them dropped instantly, and the scorching lake water beneath their feet solidified into ice.

The Yuan Ming clones rushing towards him were engulfed by the cold, immediately transforming into four ice sculptures.

"After manifesting Dharma, dealing with the clones does become more challenging, but fortunately, I am well-prepared," Yuan Ming muttered to himself from afar, flipping out eight spirit beans and tossing them again.

Eight clones manifested, standing in the way of He Xiuwen and Zheng Heng.

Since perfecting the Planting Beans into Soldiers Divine Power, Yuan Ming had crafted clone spirit beans whenever he had time. Now he had more than a hundred in his possession, and today was the perfect time to test their effectiveness.

The straw sickle swung, cold surges roared, and the eight clones were vanquished again.

Yuan Ming, unfazed, tossed out eight more spirit beans.

"How many has it been already? Damn it, how can Wan Tianren still create clones? Is his mana endless?" He Xiuwen and Zheng Heng communicated telepathically.

"There are two types of clones: one is the regular, instant-use clone, and the other is the storage type. Those clones are made from spirit beans, so it seems to be the latter," Zheng Heng replied.

"So what do we do? If this guy has made a lot of spirit beans, we might exhaust ourselves to death," He Xiuwen asked.

"I'll help you hold off those clones for a while; you take care of Wan Tianren," Zheng Heng lowered his voice.

He Xiuwen nodded.

The eight spirit beans tossed by Yuan Ming turned into clones, swooping over.

Zheng Heng leaped forward, the Frost Dharma spewing a massive chill, enveloping the eight clones.

Yuan Ming had already understood the Frost Dharma's attack patterns, so several clones immediately dodged, but the attack range was so vast that two clones were still engulfed in the cold, turning into ice sculptures.

Zheng Heng manipulated his Dharma to hold off the other clones, flying over a frozen clone.

Just then, several runes suddenly lit up on the frozen Soul Destroying Sword held by the clone.

"Damn it, this sword isn't mana-formed but the Spiritual Treasure itself!" Zheng Heng caught this in his peripheral vision, his expression drastically changing.

But before Zheng Heng could react, his vision suddenly went black, losing all perception of the outside world.

Meanwhile, a massive curse power descended from above, causing Zheng Heng's Nascent Soul to throb in pain, and his qi-blood and soul power within to churn into chaos.

The Frost Dharma behind him wavered, its clear features becoming blurred, the emitted chill thinning instantly by half.

At that moment, the Dragon Roar Wood Small Zither on Zheng Heng's body emitted a resounding zither sound once again.

His vision immediately restored, and the Curse Power within him was forced out.

"Even the Annihilation and Curse Runes can be restrained; could it be that this Dragon Roar Wood Small Zither can shield against all Divine Soul attacks?" Yuan Ming observed from afar, furrowing his brow, and performed a spell gesture.

Zheng Heng's vision returned, filled with joy, and he leaped forward to flee.

However, his back suddenly chilled as a black Sword Shadow pierced through his body from behind, it was the Soul Destroying Sword.

Zheng Heng's Divine Soul felt intense pain, and the Frost Dharma manifestation behind him showed signs of collapsing.

Just at this moment, Yuan Ming's true form appeared out of thin air in front of him, hands forming spell signs.

A vast amount of nature's spiritual energy gathered, and a giant gray-white Dharma manifestation instantly appeared, emanating an extremely powerful mana wave, surpassing even the Frost Dharma.

The gray-white Dharma raised its arm and struck with a punch.

Before the gray-white giant punch stopped, a crushing force as if from a giant peak descended first, bending Zheng Heng's spine as if overwhelmed.

Zheng Heng was utterly shocked, disregarding his injuries, embraced with both hands to summon the Water Mirror Spiritual Treasure, transforming into a large white mirror to shield in front.

A massive Light Pillar shot out from the mirror, aiming at Yuan Ming's Dharma manifestation.

Yuan Ming's Dharma did not dodge, continuing to throw that punch forward.

The fist collided with the Light Pillar, erupting with blazing brilliance that overshadowed the sun, followed by a deafening boom.

"Fellow Daoist Zheng!" He Xiuwen, seeing things going awry, immediately flew over to assist.

However, before him, six clones appeared blocking his path.

"Get out of the way!" He Xiuwen wielded the Mainon Dharma's straw sickle, sweeping towards the six clones.

The six clones deployed their Dharma Manifestation Divine Power, stubbornly obstructing He Xiuwen.

...

As the intense light dissipated, the situation within was revealed.

Zheng Heng's large white mirror was shattered into countless fragments, and the Frost Dharma was pierced through by Yuan Ming's gray-white Dharma fist, dispersing into chilling air.

Yuan Ming's gray-white Dharma was also halfway frozen, yet the completely crystallized fist still slammed a blood-soaked body into the ice on the lake's surface.

This person was indeed Zheng Heng; if it weren't for a Spiritual Treasure protecting him, he would have been utterly annihilated.

Even so, he only had a breath left, and the Dragon Roar Wood Small Zither on him had shattered under Yuan Ming's Dharma punch.

"I don't accept this…" Zheng Heng thought with bitterness.

Had he not spent much mana recently dealing with Yuan Ming's clones, he wouldn't have been defeated so quickly.

Yuan Ming was unaware of Zheng Heng's thoughts, pointing his finger at his brow, and the Nightmare Divine Ability reemerged.

This time, no white light appeared on Zheng Heng's body, nor did any zither sound awaken him from the illusion; he could only sink into the dreamscape.

Zheng Heng's defeat happened quickly; He Xiuwen hadn't yet dealt with the clones in front of him. Witnessing all this, he was dumbfounded.

He knew very well the power of Zheng Heng's Frost Dharma, yet it was beaten in just a few moves.

Yuan Ming turned around to face He Xiuwen, the enormous gray-white Dharma also moved with him.

He Xiuwen's face changed drastically; he immediately turned and fled without a backward glance.

At this moment, his vision suddenly darkened, losing all perception, as Curse Power descended, disrupting his mana and Qi-Blood flow.

However, the Dragon Roar Wood Small Zither on He Xiuwen also emitted zither sound, avoiding the effects of the Annihilation Rune.

Yet Yuan Ming had already driven the Dharma forward, the ice on the Dharma was dissolved, aiming a punch at his back.

He Xiuwen gritted his teeth, controlled the Mainon Dharma to raise its arms, directly confronting Yuan Ming's punch.

With a "bang," a world-breaking force erupted!

The Mainon Dharma's arms were covered with cracks under this punch, and subsequently shattered into pieces.

He Xiuwen also let out a wretched cry, his form flew out like a broken sack, his energy waning.

But He Xiuwen gathered the Dharma, utilizing the momentum of flying backward to twist his form, accelerating his escape.

Yuan Ming did not pursue but instead summoned the Soul Destroying Sword towards himself, fiercely stabbing it into his abdomen.

Shared Life Divine Power!

He Xiuwen's Dantian suddenly throbbed with pain, his tunneling light dissipated, and he fell from midair.

Yuan Ming extracted the Soul Destroying Sword, relying on the life force fed back from the Undying Tree to heal his injuries, his movement entirely unhindered, dashing forward to grab He Xiuwen before he fell into Fire Lake.

"You can't kill me... I'm with Master Tantai…" He Xiuwen held on to his spirit, speaking with difficulty.

Yuan Ming was not interested in his words, reaching out to yank off the Dragon Roar Wood Small Zither on him, crushing it with one hand, then casting a Nightmare spell, causing He Xiuwen to fall into an illusion.

Yuan Ming stored He Xiuwen away as well, turning towards the Red-haired Black Demon and Nan Shangfeng's side.

The Red-haired Black Demon was tangled in battle with Wulu, a large wound, vaguely revealing bone, appeared on his back, at the edges of which were purple-black, evidently injured by a weapon imbued with poison.

No doubt, it was caused by Wulu's stealth attack utilizing the Heavenly Escape Stone Talisman.

The Red-haired Black Demon seemed to have unleashed some Secret Technique at the moment, his whole body turning crimson red, and his form even seemed faintly transparent, as if about to fully transform into flames.

He relied on transforming his body into flames to resist the poison's erosion at the wound.

And truly battling Wulu were the Fire Lions under his control.

Nan Shangfeng had also stored away the Void Palace, a Space Spiritual Treasure, coordinating with Wulu to deal with those Fire Lions.