The Ghost King could feel the power sealed inside the Demon-Sealing Stele—it was actively suppressing his demonic aura—so he didn’t dare take it lightly and poured everything into resisting. His cultivation was simply too high; even though the stele had devoured plenty of fiend-dragon energy, it still wasn’t stronger than him, so the two were locked in a stalemate.

But with the stele weighing him down, the Ghost King didn’t dare split off any force to attack Ye Liuyun. The instant he diverted power, the monument would start madly siphoning his energy. He had to go all-out against the steight just to keep it from feeding.

Ye Liuyun struck again, palm after palm flying toward Feng Yulong. Young Master Piaoyao’s corpse dropped straight into the sea.

Leng Qingxiao and Leng Qingyao rushed up expecting Ye Liyuan to be at a disadvantage; instead they saw him kill one foe outright, pin another, and still trade blows with a third—no sign of losing. They could only halt behind him, watching for sneak attacks from other experts rather than joining in.

Feng Yulong hadn’t imagined someone so low in realm could hit this hard. Each palm carried crushing pressure; he knew he couldn couldn absorb many more. He raised his staff high and released one of its dragon souls straight at Ye Liuyun’s sea of consciousness.

The soul’s spiritual pressure was immense—an ordinary ninth-level Heaven-Unity cultivator would have collapsed before it.

Ye Liuyun didn’t care. Even without Myriad God Token he could annihilate that soul, so while it dived into his mind he kept striking palms at Feng Yulong, focused on channeling heaven-and-earth force.

Suddenly golden light flared acrossed over the Ghost King’s body.

While trading blows with Feng Yulong Ye Liuyun still helped the stele: he launched a Buddhist curse assault, using radiant Buddha-force to shred its opponent’s demonic defenses.

Caught off-guard, the Ghost King felt his aura plummet; the monument seized that opening and began gorging itself on his power. Now beset on two fronts he couldn spare anything for Feng Yulong anymore.

Feng Yulong watched his dragon soul dive into Ye Liuyun’s mind certain victory was seconds away—yet those crushing palms never stopped falling. Though his dragon-headed staff blocked some force every impact shifted organs and churned blood; each slap drew fresh crimson until finally he couldn lift even that staff—and Ye Liuyun blasted him apart with one last palm strike.

In death throes Feng released his own soul into Ye Liuyun’s sea wanting to see what had happened to his dragon spirit—only to find it already dissolved by Myriad God Token and being absorbed by six separate souls circling above it.

"So many spirits!" Shock left him speechless.

He couldn break through Token’s golden radiance—and even those six souls alone outmatched him.

Ye Liuyun ignored him; Token finished erasing him while recall streams returned to their bodies as clones stepped out beside their original.

"Stay back—let more come practice on us."

He sent this warning mentally to Leng siblings lest proximity scare hidden experts away.

They complied retreating far enough watch slack-jawed—they’d known about formidable spirit strength but not mastery over heaven-and-earth forces too!

Meanwhile stones refilled depleted profound energy readying next round against remaining foes while Buddha-light alone shattered remaining defenses allowing monument gorge freely including devouring king very own soul releasing twin wraiths instantly purged incantations useless soon collapsed dried husk monument shrank returning master perception moment spatial ripples stirred locking space alongside clones immediately afterward

A Unity-Seven martial cultivator had just shown his face when he realized he couldn’t move; a clone sent a soul-spark straight into his sea of consciousness and, with the power of Heaven and Earth, blasted both of his souls to nothing.

After that, wave after wave of experts kept slipping in under cover of spatial force and worldly might, trying to them

They still caught the occasional blast, but their bodies soaked it up—hurt, retreat, heal, step out and fight again. Every sneak who came died; none walked away.

Besides the ghosts in hiding, open squads also moved in to block them

When Ye Liuyun and his two clones were finally swamped, he released the metal puppet he’d just obtained

A Unity-Nine puppet counted as top-tier even in the Desolate Sea world

Once Ye Liuyun’s soul thread seized its core, the thing fought harder—spatial ripples and Heaven-Earth force woven together in every strike—and its frame was near unbreakable. Against mid Unity-Nine cultivators it was more than enough.

He armed it with two nine-rank true-tier war-blades taken from Blue Whale’s hoard

The puppet didn’t bother defending; both hands slashed blade intent. The sliver of Ye Liuyun’s soul inside carried sword will—no match for his true body yet still beyond ordinary fighters—so now the puppet could trade blows with late Unity-Nine foes: the strongest card in Ye Liuyun’s hand.

Only after they’d drilled together did he store it away; clones and main body pulled back to restore profound yuan.

Then Leng Qingxiao, his sister, and the thirty-six captive fighters were finally released to deal with the interceptors.

This time Ye Liuyun didn’t rush to refill his yuan; instead he ran the Supreme Divine Yuan art, rebuilding meridian pathways first. Slow work—but groundwork for everything after.

With those new channels barely finished—before he even started refining divine yuan—the edge showed: flow speed leapt higher; outside battle the yuan cycled on its own through each loop purifying itself a fraction more.