You Throw, I Throw Too

"Fairy, can you tell anything else?" Lu Yang had not expected to stumble upon the battlefield ruins where Immortal Kirin had clashed with an immortal of the Xinhuo Dynasty. "Judging by the flow of combat, Immortal Kirin was likely at a disadvantage. Most of his moves were defensive... Wait, no. Could he have been protecting someone?" Immortal Fairy furrowed her brows slightly. She felt that Immortal Kirin had not fought as valiantly back then as she remembered him being. "Never mind that for now. This fog is very dangerous for you lot. Focus on escaping first." Immortal Fairy released her divine sense, blanketing the entire dense mist. "Which way do we go?" "This mist is constantly shifting its orientation. You are already near the center, and you've been surrounded." Lu Yang startled at once. "What's inside the mist?" "Probably people who were trapped in the mist in the past. This place bears the lingering traces of Immortal Kirin activating his Dao fruit in battle, and the remnants of that might are still potent enough to control everyone inside, ranging from the Body Integration stage down to Foundation Establishment. Fortunately, there are no Tribulation Transcendence stage experts; otherwise, we'd have to call Girl Yun over for help. "For now, run in the direction I tell you." "Understood." ... "Everyone, I have a secret treasure bestowed by my sect that can guide our way and help us break out," Lu Yang said in a low voice. Following Immortal Fairy's instructions, he pointed north. That direction held the fewest enemies and offered the easiest breakthrough. "This way!" Suspecting nothing, the others ran after Lu Yang toward the edge of the dense mist. "Also, prepare for battle! The treasure tells me we're surrounded!" The moment Lu Yang's words fell, a jet of water shot toward him, swift and deadly accurate. *Bang!* Su Yiren appeared at the very front of the group, thrusting a palm forward to meet the water jet. The strike carried the surging momentum of monstrous crashing waves, blowing away the surrounding mist. But very quickly, the mist roiled and engulfed them once more. Taking advantage of that fleeting moment when the fog cleared, everyone saw their attacker: a crab standing over three meters tall. The crab held up two massive pincers; its body was rotten and its back overgrown with moss. It had clearly been dead for who knew how many years. "It's a Body Integration stage cultivator from the Tyrant Crab Clan!" Su Yiren recognized the creature's origins and cultivation. Not only the Tyrant Crab Clan, but countless figures from both the Sea Race and humanity surrounded them—all long dead yet still moving. Li Haoran eyed the thick mist warily, letting various meticulously refined dharma treasures hover around him as cold sweat beaded on his forehead. "Next time, let's invite our fellow daoists from the Corpse Driving Sect to come have some fun in the East Sea." The Body Integration Tyrant Crab violently raised its pincers and flung them forward. Astonishingly, both pincers detached and flew through the air, snapping straight toward Su Yiren's waist—aiming to shear her clean in two! "Spiritual Pivot Marrow Cleansing Art!" Su Yiren cried softly. Boundless power surged beneath her fair skin as she met the giant crab's attack head-on, her two fists denting a shell famed for its impenetrable defense. The long-dead Sea Race and human cultivators followed the Body Integration Tyrant Crab's lead and attacked. They took all manner of forms and charged with ferocious momentum: a blue whale leaping into the air, a Storm Petrel Demon King spreading its wings to soar, and a towering thousand-year turtle demon. Among their ranks was no shortage of old monsters from bygone eras and former peerless geniuses. Yet because they hailed from such ancient times, Xiao Xinghai had only heard their names and never seen their appearances, making it impossible to match them up. "Form the array!" Lu Yang roared. The five of them once again enacted the Five Elements Battle Method, their spiritual power circulating as one, multiplying their combat prowess several times over. "One Sword Into Ten Thousand Swords!" Lu Yang summoned the Sword Cleansing Pool. Countless Sword Cleansing Pools filled the sky, plunging down like a shower of meteors. Whether Sea Race or human, every foe below the Soul Formation stage was smashed into meat paste. Even those at the Soul Formation stage were gravely wounded, their combat strength drastically plummeting!