The Six-Eyed Divine-Sealing Monoliths were Fang Han's hidden trump card—prepared specifically for Meng Shaobai.
Back when Zhao Xuanyi used the technique, it had completely immobilized the Blood Night King, a Dao-tier treasure. That alone proved how terrifying the Divine-Sealing formation was.
But in Fang Han's hands, the monoliths became even deadlier.
The sealing energy they produced passed through his six internal organs—tempered by the Five Emperor Demon Art—gaining a fluid, ethereal quality. Under Fang Han's command, the monoliths moved with the same effortless obedience as his Heaven-Shrouding Demon Hand.
And Fang Han knew something even more astonishing:
If he continued cultivating the Divine-Sealing Art, the six monoliths might one day fuse directly into his organs, granting unimaginable physical strength—perhaps even paving the way to achieving an Undying Body.
The Divine-Sealing Art and the Five Emperor Demon Art complemented each other perfectly.
Combined with Fang Han's vastly superior mana compared to Zhao Xuanyi, the monoliths had practically found their ideal master.
Their power was several times greater than before.
Now, united into a grand formation, the Six-Eyed Divine-Sealing Monoliths rivaled the Netherworld Yellow Springs Diagram and the Gate of Abaddon.
A true killing move—unleashed at the critical moment to trap Meng Shaobai in one strike.
Boom—boom—boom—boom—boom—boom!
The six monoliths spread apart, vibrating violently as ripples of sealing force expanded outward. In an instant, divine sealing currents filled the sky. The six carved eyes on the monoliths snapped open, releasing endless beams of crushing light.
"You think you can run? Not so easily. Step into my Divine-Sealing Formation!"
Fang Han streaked through the battlefield, five-colored canopy spinning above his head, hounding Meng Shaobai like a bone-devouring parasite. Every strike he threw was infused with demonic force from the Gate of Abaddon, slowing Meng Shaobai's evasive movements and forcing him into position.
"This kid… he's this troublesome?"
Meng Shaobai's sword qi slashed wildly, intercepting Fang Han's blows. He wasn't in immediate danger, still fighting on even ground. But Fang Han's attacks clung to him like spider silk—layer after layer—wearing down his freedom of movement. No matter how he countered, he gained no advantage.
The four spiritual treasures—Heaven-Shrouding Demon Hand, Blood Night King, Ghost Serpent Sword, and Spirit Sword—hovered around him like bloodthirsty mosquitoes.
He cut them apart again and again, but destroying them completely was impossible.
Even top-grade spiritual treasures were incredibly hard to annihilate.
Even a demon commander's Grand Collapse Technique couldn't destroy one—let alone a Dao-tier item.
"It seems I have to go all out."
A murderous glint flashed in Meng Shaobai's eyes. His six wings flared open. His body spun like a drill, his sword following the motion until it transformed into a massive serpent-like blade wrapped in toxic fire and water.
"Water-Fire Venom Dragon Drill!"
"'Even if the sky and the underworld are exhausted, no trace of you remains…'"
Just as the technique reached full force, a massive yellow dragon manifested before him. Its claws clamped down on the attack.
CRASH!
The yellow dragon shattered—but the collision forced Meng Shaobai to halt for a fraction of a second.
"A perfect opening!"
Fang Han spat three mouthfuls of essence energy. High above, the six monoliths blazed with power. Their six eyes snapped toward Meng Shaobai, locking onto him.
In a thunderous roar, the Divine-Sealing Formation dropped like a world of its own and swallowed him whole.
"A fine formation!" Meng Shaobai snarled. His body shot upward, sword carving the air. Countless snowflake-shaped sword qi erupted—far more terrifying than Elder Sky-Snow's "Snow Falls on All Worlds"—and slashed toward the formation.
"His sword qi is really that strong… I almost got shredded myself."
Yan's voice echoed from the Yellow Springs Diagram. "The formation can hold him for now, but not forever. Let's add another layer! Yellow Springs Reincarnation!"
The Yellow Springs Diagram expanded like a tidal wave, draping itself over Fang Han's Divine-Sealing Formation. Thick yellow mist poured inside like churning smoke.
Meng Shaobai disappeared entirely within the fog.
The two great treasures—Yellow Springs Diagram and Divine-Sealing Formation—finally locked down Meng Shaobai, a powerhouse who had reached the ninth layer of Divine Abilities and mastered Heaven-and-Earth Manifestation.
After fusing with the Kunpeng egg, Meng Shaobai's power approached the level of the Ghost Emperor.
But Fang Han had also grown tremendously—now capable of fighting that same Ghost Emperor on even terms, perhaps even overwhelming him.
"Heaven-Shrouding Hand! Blood Night King! Spirit Sword! Ghost Serpent Sword—return!"
As soon as Meng Shaobai was trapped, Fang Han summoned his four treasures back. They streaked into the formation to join the siege.
Now Fang Han held the terrain advantage. His chances of victory soared.
"Fang Han, you dare trap me? You think you can hold me? The Kunpeng soul is the nemesis of all magic treasures! Your precious artifacts—your foundation, your pride—everything will be swallowed!"
Meng Shaobai didn't panic. He laughed.
Above his head, the Heavenly Gate burst open.
The Kunpeng Primordial Spirit shot out.
A storm of annihilation exploded through the formation. The world's energy collapsed inward like a cosmic drain, folding into the Kunpeng's maw.
Hooooooo—
The suction intensified.
The entire Feathering Immortal Mountain trembled.
Air within a thousand miles compressed violently toward the formation.
The six monoliths shuddered. Their carved eyes flickered, threatening to close—ready to be sucked in.
Even the Yellow Springs mist was being dragged into the Kunpeng's mouth.
Even the Gate of Abaddon's demonic aura was pulled in.
The Kunpeng soul's stomach was like a world of its own—capable of devouring anything.
At last, Meng Shaobai had unleashed his ultimate trump card.
To him, Fang Han was nothing but a treasure-delivery boy—everything he had done was merely feeding Meng Shaobai's ascension.
"Oh? You want my treasures?
Then ask my fist first."
Fang Han vanished.
He reappeared right in front of Meng Shaobai.
The five-colored canopy above his head transformed into a colossal talisman—etched with fifty-five divine abilities. War horns blew, battle drums thundered. All fifty-five arts condensed into his left fist.
BOOM!
Fang Han punched.
Meng Shaobai met the blow with his sword.
"Useless! With the Kunpeng soul, my strength is boundless! Even your divine talisman can't break my Lifeless Kill Dao Sword!"
Fang Han didn't answer.
His fist blurred—
Forty-nine consecutive punches!
Each aimed precisely at Meng Shaobai's vital points.
Each like a dragon's roar, a falling meteor, a collapsing sky.
Meng Shaobai sneered.
In the same instant, he unleashed forty-nine sword strikes—meeting punch for punch.
Each clash exploded into brilliance, the two fighters forming a perfect tableau of lethal balance.
Neither could overpower the other.
But Meng Shaobai had the Kunpeng soul devouring Fang Han's treasures.
His realm exceeded Fang Han's by three layers.
In a battle between experts, even a single layer often decided victory.
Then—
Crack.
Fang Han threw a fiftieth punch.
A punch that shouldn't exist.
A punch without form, without shadow—dreamlike, impossible, ethereal.
A punch beyond comprehension.
It struck at the one instant when Meng Shaobai's old strength had faded and new strength had yet to rise.
The perfect moment.
Meng Shaobai's instincts screamed.
He tried to withdraw, but he was a breath too slow.
The dreamlike punch smashed through his sword aura, stripping away every illusion—
—and struck him squarely in the lower abdomen.
The detonating force blasted apart his protective qi, shredded his robes, shattered the defensive array woven into his clothing, and finally struck flesh.
Meng Shaobai's body bent like a shrimp under the impact.
His eyes widened in pure disbelief.
Then came the pain.
Soul-rending pain.
Abyssal pain.
The agony of falling into the deepest hell, reliving a thousand years of torment in a single instant.
Fang Han's punch carried the Abyssal Demon Qi of the Gate of Abaddon.
Anyone struck would experience the torment of the lowest hell.
PUFF!
Meng Shaobai spewed blood.
His body nearly exploded from the blow.