I instinctively tensed, reaching for my waist, my palm instantly soaked in blood.

My sorcery couldn't hold!

Now, it was just a scratch from the hacksaw. If the blade was drawn again, I would be either bisected on the spot or have my spine severed.

The moment a sense of dread washed over me, I felt rooted to the spot, unable to move my limbs or even utter a sound.

Then, all I could do was channel my true energy to my hands to break free from the ghost-god's suppression.

Before my arms could gather strength, I saw the white cloth inscribed with incantations shatter layer by layer under the hacksaw. The evil spirit gripping the saw tensed its arms, pressing down hard, driving the teeth into the man's waist, ready to saw again.

In that critical moment, I strained my arms outward, and the Di Sha (Earthly Fiend) Blood Qi (Blood Energy) burst from my body.

I clearly felt my hands break something, tearing free from the shackles of the ghost-god's power. But it felt as if someone had punched my internal organs, causing them to churn violently. My vision blurred, and I spat out a mouthful of blood.

That was the ghost-god's power taking advantage of the backlash from the incantation to land a heavy blow on me.

Spitting blood on the spot.

Before I could steady myself from stumbling backward, I suddenly heard the sound of sword qi tearing through the air behind me.

After the sword's cry, the Samsara Division disciple pinned to the ground was instantly cleaved in two, the hacksaws still raised in the air by the two evil spirits.

As the restraints on my body collapsed, my first glance wasn't at the Samsara Division disciple wailing in agony, but at the direction from which the sword cry came.

There, Ye Yang leaned on his long sword, his lips pressed tightly together, yet blood trickled uncontrollably from the corners of his mouth.

Not far from his sword lay a black snake, bisected in the middle.

Ye Yang had also used sorcery!

Taking advantage of my distraction, he had forced the blood of that Samsara Division disciple into the snake's body.

However, Ye Yang's sorcery wasn't to save the man, but to save me!

Just now, Ye Yang realized my incantation was failing. To prevent me from being bisected on the spot, he struck first, killing the black snake.

That Samsara Division disciple had essentially been cut in half by Ye Yang.

Ye Yang had preemptively killed the ghost-god's prey, suffering internal injuries from the incantation's backlash.

At the same time, I heard a muffled groan from Feng Ruoxing.

When I looked, the four evil spirits had exploded simultaneously. Feng Ruoxing staggered back three steps, blood spilling from her mouth.

Feng Ruoxing had also been carefully guarding against the ghost-god, but her target was the four executing evil spirits.

Even if Ye Yang hadn't made the later arrangements, Feng Ruoxing could have crushed them before the evil spirits drew the hacksaw.

In fact, Feng Ruoxing had indeed made her move. Although she was a step behind Ye Yang, she suffered no less from the ghost-god's backlash.

We had been played by the ghost-god!

The ghost-god of Shuangji Town was even more terrifying than I had imagined!

Ghost-gods were difficult to fight, but they also had one characteristic: they saw themselves as gods, disdaining ghosts and ignoring mortals, preferring to toy with sorcerers from a high and mighty position.

Because of this, ghost-gods tended to subdue people with force, disdaining schemes and tricks.

But the ghost-god of Shuangji Town had directly abandoned the dignity of a ghost-god, playing tricks on us.

His initial display was the same as the Ghost-god of Qingyan Village, openly deploying his forces, waiting to see how we would respond!

In reality, he had no intention of seeing us break the situation, but instead targeted the Two Realm Hall.

He didn't care about the life or death of that Samsara Division disciple; all he wanted was to capture the people of our Two Realm Hall.

His killing of the two Samsara Division members wasn't to show us his rules, but to deliberately set bait. When I took the bait, it would be the beginning of his counterattack.

In just one exchange, the Two Realm Hall had suffered three injuries.

My gaze turned sharply towards Pu Yi: "Are you the ghost-god?"

Pu Yi sneered, "Who do you think you are? Do you deserve to have the master meet you in person?"

Pu Yi's expression turned solemn: "The master has spoken: Whoever beheads these four shall be spared!"

As soon as Pu Yi finished speaking, the Samsara Division disciples drew their sabers and surrounded us.

Ye Yang, Feng Ruoxing, and I instantly moved, back to back, forming a defensive formation.

Only Zang Tianji remained seated, unmoving.

Just as I was about to reach out and pull Zang Tianji, the white cloth covering his eyes fell to the ground on its own.

As Zang Tianji slowly raised his head, the eerie blood-red light in his eyes echoed the crimson glow of the Yao Tears in his hand, like three blood pupils dancing eerily in the night.

Zang Tianji said in a deep voice, "I can't move now! But no one is allowed to disturb me, or I will kill."

Zang Tianji was warning the Samsara Division disciples. After pondering for a moment, Han Liangzhe coldly said, "No one is allowed to touch the Tianji (Celestial Mechanism) Supplicant, or they will be punished by family law."

Han Liangzhe only said not to touch Zang Tianji, but didn't say not to touch the Two Realm Hall. The Samsara Division experts suddenly leaped forward, rushing towards the three of us.

At that time, the three of us were already seriously injured. To fight meant certain defeat; to retreat offered a glimmer of hope.

"Go!" I shouted, drawing back swiftly. Ye Yang and Feng Ruoxing retreated with me without hesitation.