That time, both Jun Jixue and I had entered a state of oblivion.

Apart from our opponent, nothing, not even the collapse of the heavens and the earth, could stir our minds.

Zhu Zining, regardless of how others reacted, immediately waved her hand and said, "The Reincarnation Division cheers for Commander Jun!"

"Kill—"

"Kill—"

"Kill—"

The Reincarnation Division, wielding both swords and sabers, roared to the heavens. Their surging killing intent forcefully integrated into Jun Jixue's military formation, as if a million more troops had been added to a mighty army, further enhancing their majestic military power.

Although the mountain's demonic creatures had a Rakshasa commander, they were suppressed by the emperor of the mortal realm.

Old Liu said unhurriedly, "Master Ye, now it's up to you."

Ye Yang sternly roared, "Where is the Banner of Two Realms?"

"The banner is here!" Yun Chang took out the Banner of Two Realms from her backpack and received the red-tasseled spear from Xiao Ying. She challenged the banner with the spear, raising it against the wind.

Ye Yang drew his sword and pointed it at the fluttering Banner of Two Realms, "Sacrifice to the banner with blood!"

With a wave of Wang Butcher's hand, the Iron Guards of the Two Realms Hall dragged out several demonic beasts captured near the snowy mountain from the camp!

Ignoring the wails of the demonic beasts, Wang Butcher swiftly beheaded them.

Before the blood of the demonic beasts could touch the ground, it exploded in mid-air under Wang Butcher's guidance, and a cloud of blood rose around the Banner of Two Realms.

Ye Yang said solemnly, "Release the lanterns, to guide the Yin and Yang!"

Wang Xiaohuan raised his hands and clapped twice, and hundreds of white lanterns rose into the air like will-o'-the-wisps.

Blood cloud, Yin wind, white lanterns, ghosts!

The snowy mountain behind me resembled a ghost realm!

Ye Yang pointed his sword at the great banner: "The great banner leads the army, I am the Heavenly Wolf! Kill—"

The wolf shadow that appeared behind Ye Yang stood like a mountain, its long howl startling the heavens. The ghost shadows stirred by the wolf's howl surged up from the foot of the mountain like a tide, but they opened up the battlefield where Jun Jixue and I confronted each other, and charged towards the Reincarnation Division from both sides.

Zhu Zining sneered, and someone beside her whispered, "Iron Blood suppresses mountains and rivers, I am the White Tiger Star! Kill—"

Tiger roars echoed like thunder on the mountain, and countless troops charged down with them, fighting with the ghosts who were attacking the summit.

The two sides seemed to be attacking each other frantically, but in reality, none of the participating warlocks moved half a step from their original positions. The troops fighting with the ghosts were merely spirit soldiers condensed by someone through the Feng Shui array.

If the spirit soldiers were destroyed, the Reincarnation Division disciples associated with them might not die, perhaps they would only suffer a great loss of vitality. But if the ghosts died in battle, they could not be resurrected. This was simply an unequal decisive battle.

Old Liu shook his fan and looked at the fighting troops on both sides, sneering slightly, "The Reincarnation Division is trying to put their lord in a dead end!"

"The Reincarnation Division wants to use this duel to eliminate all of their lord's helpers and let their lord go up the mountain alone!"

Lin Zhao looked at Lin Xian with a solemn expression, "Will you help Li Po later?"

"No...no..." Lin Xian shook his head like a rattle drum: "I'm not a member of the Two Realms Hall."

"Besides, how can we explain to our sect if we use our trump card?"

"No, absolutely not!"

Lin Zhao grabbed Lin Xian's ear, "Tell me, will you help or not?"

"It hurts..." Lin Xian grimaced and said, "It's not that I don't want to help, it's that I really can't!"

"You have to, even if you can't!" Lin Zhao said sharply, "Yingying, help me twist the other side."

While the Lin siblings were still arguing, the momentum between Jun Jixue and I had reached its peak, and both of us drew our blades almost simultaneously.

The two blade intents that had climbed to the top collided in the air, like two ten-thousand-foot-high peaks collapsing against each other, or like two torrents colliding unexpectedly.

The snow that had not melted for thousands of years under our feet cracked everywhere under the impact of true energy. As the cracks spread outwards, my twin blades and Jun Jixue's Miao saber intertwined.

The Frost Dew in my hand was strangling left and right, but Jun Jixue was drawing his saber and retreating.

The dragon roars bursting out from the friction of the three weapons went straight into the sky, and the sparks bursting from the blade edges splashed down like rain.

Before the dragon's roar had subsided and the sparks had dissipated, our weapons collided. The snow lifted by the blade energy of both sides covered the sky, blocking our figures.

When the flying snow dissipated, there were no traces of us on the ground. The ice and snow on the ground were rising and falling violently, as if some kind of power was colliding violently under the snow layer, but maintaining some kind of balance.

In the next moment, a mad dragon wrapped in flying snow burst out of the ground and raged wildly. One black and one white ghost shadow followed closely behind, rushing out of the snow layer and fighting desperately to the death.

The figures of Jun Jixue and I had been completely submerged by the visions brought about by true energy.

The mad dragon fighting the twin ghosts was the collision between the two of us earlier.

Wang Butcher, who was outside the field, clenched his knife hilt tightly: "How is Li Po? Why can't I see who has the upper hand?"

Old Liu said in a deep voice, "The spirit, energy, and essence of both of them have reached their peak."

"Both of them are borrowing momentum, and they are both consuming each other's momentum."

"Behind Jun Jixue are the Sixteen Sky Fiends and the Reincarnation Division. He is borrowing the momentum of thousands of troops."

"Behind our lord is us, he is borrowing the momentum of ghosts and gods."

"Moreover, they are both forced to borrow momentum, and they can't exert their own strength at all. Now, it's not so much that they are fighting, but that the people behind them are fighting."

"Unless one side's momentum is broken, the visions disappear, and they return to the basics, that will be the time for their true decisive battle."