Meanwhile, Ararat and Crimson Ghost clashed with such speed and ferocity that their movements blurred into streaks of light and shadow. Each collision of their power sent violent shockwaves rippling through the battlefield, distorting the very air around them.

Cultivators watching from a distance wore grim expressions, sensing the sheer devastation brewing. It felt as if the Land of Finale itself teetered on the brink of collapse.

“Ararat, let me assist you!” Kishor stepped forward.

“Your opponent is me!” From the dense dark mist surrounding Stefan, an elder clad in a black robe emerged. His face was an unsettling shade of red, almost purple-reminiscent of a monkey’s backside.

“D*mn, not another one!” Jared muttered, his brows furrowing in frustration.

Kishor glanced at the ruddy-faced figure, frowning. “You monkey-faced fool, you think you can challenge me?”

Ruddy Ghost blinked in surprise, his eyes widening as processed Kishor’s words. “Do you know me?”

“No!” Kishor shook his head.

Ruddy Ghost scratched his head in confusion. “How could you know my name if you don’t know me?”

raised an eyebrow. “What’s your name? Let me guess,

nodded solemnly. “Indeed, my name

for my fists. Let’s finish this, I still have Ararat to help!” With that, Kishor launched a powerful punch straight at Ruddy Ghost, his

increasingly unstable, with battles erupting

settled on Jared, his expression dripping with disdain,

Ghosts of Hell Mountain… It seems there’s one missing…” Corrado slowly approached Jared, his eyes flickering with

Mountain?” Jared

as Hell Mountain, said to be a gateway to the underworld itself. The Four Ghosts of Hell Mountain are four Demonic Cultivators who dwell within. They belong to the same sect, notorious for their savagery. I never imagined

Four Ghosts of Hell Mountain… It seems Four Hell Palace has recruited quite a collection of formidable individuals. No wonder this brat, despite his youth, holds such impressive confidence. He truly has the power to back it up.” Jared’s gaze shifted to Stefan, the weight of realization settling

grasped the true strength of Four Hell

own hands?” Seeing Corrado standing next

Chance, not even Four Hell

your wish,” Stefan nodded with a sly

swirling black mist beside Stefan,

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