Mrs. and Mr. Smith

"At Nine Netherworld Cliff, these two powerful anomalies, it's impossible to tell how many times they've died, yet they seem impossible to kill. Could it be that the power of Dust Sand has made them sense a crisis?"

Aiden furrowed his eyebrows and analyzed.

"These people are already dead. They can't be considered alive. If their energy isn't struck, they will never die."

Ethan Smith shook his head.

At this moment, before them stood Keaton Bian, Qin Ji, and countless lifeless beings, puppet-like.

They looked towards a certain place, seemingly oblivious to the existence of the three living people: Ethan, Aiden, and Frederick.

Clang!

A crisp sound echoed as the eerie Jade Bottle at Frederick Cohen's waist suddenly shattered.

It was as if something had triggered it, causing a violent ripple.

The previously collected eerie energy drifted through the air, torn apart by countless bloody hands.

The eerie energy emitted a shrill scream, instantly shredded into countless fragments.

"Shh! Don't move! It seems we're not their target!"

Ethan clearly saw this and quickly warned the two.

This eerie energy was very strange, as were the anomalies they had just slain.

Inside the Jade Bottle, they seemed to devour each other, evolving into new eerie energy.

It's like assembling parts, after mutual devouring they can form a new 'person'.

Additionally, these powers were never truly gone.

Instead, they became new anomalies after devouring each other.

Including the energy they collected in the battle at the cliff's base; their consciousness was merely stored in the Jade Bottle and not eliminated.

Ethan distinctly noticed that when the power inside the Jade Bottle dispersed, it also carried extremely evil consciousness.

Could this eerie consciousness be indestructible?

A chill ran down Ethan's spine, as during the battle at the cliff's base they had exerted almost all their strength.

Yet they hadn't even erased the consciousness, which was truly terrifying.

"Damn, this ranking seems off, look, even Keaton Bian is only third, second is that Ghost Bride! The first is barely visible."

Keaton Bian's strength at the Nine Netherworld Cliff was already exceedingly terrifying.

He had no idea how many people he had killed, yet now he merely stood in third place.

"It looks like they are waiting for something? Their focus seems to be on that half a page of paper!"

As blood oozed from Ethan's Nine Heavens Condensing Pupil, he saw amidst the numerous storms.

That half-tattered piece of paper was there in the storm, bearing marks of countless years.

It was almost completely covered in dark folds, and it seemed to be covered with text.

The moment Ethan's Nine Heavens Condensing Pupil touched this paper, his expression froze.

The next moment, half of his Nine Heavens Condensing Pupil suddenly exploded.

On his forehead, only a half-destroyed Nine Heavens Condensing Pupil was left.

"Don't move!"

Ethan's face was pale as he reached out to stop the two eager to step forward.

What on earth was this? Just the sight ruined his Nine Heavens Condensing Pupil completely.

Moreover, the Power of Darkness currently flooding into the Nine Heavens Condensing Pupil was completely unable to divert this destructive force through any channel.

In other words, this power was beyond their comprehension.

The intense pain made Ethan's breathing somewhat labored, but with more anomalies arriving.

The bloody hue in the air made Ethan dare not make the slightest move.

Occasionally, something eerie would stare intently at the three of them, yet for some reason, no one made a move.

Even Qin Ji, who survived under all of First Hermit's strikes, along with Keaton Bian and that elusive first anomaly he couldn't see, Ethan had no intention of acting.

"Ethan, are you alright?"

Aiden's voice echoed in his Sea of Knowledge.

"I'm fine. I suspect that some powerful force is awakening here, one directly related to the birth of these people. That's why so many powerful anomalies are gathered here! And they seem very apprehensive, even though they could easily kill us, they haven't moved."

Ethan carefully analyzed for the two.

"Very likely! Perhaps we can try to sneak away. I can sense a terrifying power about to awaken, my body is quite uneasy!"

The Elf Tribe has an acute sense for danger, able to feel such apprehension.

The thing before them was almost fatal, and resistance seemed impossible.

"I don't understand what you're saying; how about I try punching it?"

Frederick asked in confusion.

"No!"

"No!"

Two horrified voices simultaneously stopped Frederick. A punch like that might doom them together.

"Let's wait a bit longer; it seems many are approaching, don't rush!"

Though Ethan wanted to leave, he sensed someone heading towards them.

Perhaps sensing the aura from the cliff's base, which would allow others to probe the depths first.

But they were cautious, not rashly arriving, instead slowly hovering nearby.

After a week of silence, the anomalies made no move, simply waiting quietly.

Ethan was growing restless; he'd sustained some injuries himself.

And most importantly, Mirage's condition was unknown. If they waited longer, who knows what changes might occur.

Finally, in this suffocating time, someone couldn't bear it.

They directly descended with a strong energy brewing in their hand.

As they landed, that energy swept out completely.

Swish!

Almost exploding in an instant, countless bloody hands appeared.

Tearing the arriving cultivator into countless pieces, not even sparing the blood.

"Such eerie means, death without demise, Dao dormant yet undissipated."

A Sword Light sliced through countless tendrils, yet more appeared the next moment.

Aiming to capture the youth who had swung the sword, who drew the sword across the ground with his foot.

The encroaching tendrils crumbled into dust, unable to approach him at all.

With the battle commencing, those lurking finally acted.

Suddenly, the silence of Nine Netherworld Cliff's base was shattered completely.

These people were either from Nine Netherworld Cliff or nearby, drawn by the faint aura.

And those who sensed this power were almost all top cultivators.

The moment these people appeared, Ethan felt several powers surpassing the Ninth Level Path Spirit.

Aiden and Frederick recognized some of these individuals, all masters who had experienced life-and-death training in Nine Netherworld Cliff.

Exploiting this Nine Netherworld Cliff upheaval, they were in a prime position to seize the advantage.

"Looks like my guess was right, the entity drawing these anomalies must be extraordinary."

Ethan squinted his eyes.