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Hearing this, Ling'er's heart skipped a beat as her body began to emit a blazing aura. Crimson flames burned and formed a shield of light as the Flaming Phoenix let out a long cry, engulfing the entire hall.

"Are you alright?" Ling'er looked at Ling Yun with worry. At this point, how could she still not guess Ling Yun's situation?

Even a Martial Saint would not be able to endure the backlash from a saint artifact, much less Lingyun, who was at the peak of the Martial Warrior Realm.

"Cough cough, I'm fine!" Lingyun coughed out another mouthful of dark red blood, his face was pale, but his mouth was filled with comfort.

"What should we do?" Ling'er was like an ant on a hot pan — she was anxious, but there was nothing she could do.

Lingyun endured the pain of his spirit body being broken and sat down cross-legged. He clenched his teeth as he endured the pain from the backlash, and the pain became more and more intense.

In his spiritual space, the gray ghost fog rose and spread, and the spiritual space became deathly still. In the end, the spiritual sea that was filled with spirit energy was still struggling to resist the corrosion of the ghost fog.

"Tsk tsk!"

A eerie laughter came from his spiritual space. The gray fog condensed, and a ferocious green-faced ghost appeared. Compared to the other evil spirits outside, its body was much more solid. There was light in its eyes, and it had intelligence.

"Ah!"

Ling Yun let out a deep roar, and bit down on his lips. The ghost's voice was like a sound wave, continuously attacking and destroying his defensive strength, and pain poured out like a tide.

More and more cracks appeared on his purple-colored spiritual body. He was like a porcelain doll full of cracks that could break apart at any moment.

The ghostly mist spread out, destroying his life force. His aura grew weaker and weaker.

Ling Yun's defense was getting weaker and weaker, and he was panicking in his heart. Why aren't the Supreme Pagoda and the Chaos Stone acting?

Right now, he was completely relying on his unyielding willpower to persevere. However, he definitely wouldn't be able to hold on for long, the spirit energy in his spiritual sea had already been eroded by the ghostly mist.

Zi Luo was anxious inside the ring, but he couldn't leave. A terrifying aura stopped her in her tracks. She felt that even if she was at her peak, she could only face destruction under this aura.

"Heh heh!"

Ling Yun could no longer make a sound, the gray ghost fog that was filled with the aura of death had already entered his four limbs and bones, his vitality became weaker and weaker, like a dried up grass, like a candle in the wind, about to be extinguished.

The fire of his faith was about to crumble.

And in this life or death crisis, the Supreme Pagoda and the chaos stones still stood there like giant dragons looking down on ants. They were completely indifferent and motionless, with no intention of suppressing them.

On his forehead, there was a mysterious, glowing seal that flickered with white light. It was covered with ancient patterns of great Dao. The 3,000 great Daos intertwined with each other, and a terrifying aura gradually revived from within, but there was also a deathly aura emanating from it.

Thinking about it, the moment that terrifying power revived was also the time that he would lose his life.

The appearance of this mysterious light seal was not seen by anyone. Even Ling'er, who had been looking at Ling Yun with concern, could not see it. Zi Luo, who was within the Violet Tulip Ring, did not see it.

It was as if it did not exist in this world and did not belong to this time and space.