# Chapter 2567: Angel Clan Divine Spirit
Anyone with discerning eyes could see that the most valuable things on Hai Ke were his divine body, sacred source, and the Calamity War Axe. Seeing Old Man Seven Hands agree so readily, Night Travel Master instead became somewhat hesitant.
Old Man Seven Hands said, "Old Club, are you insatiably greedy, wanting even more?"
Night Travel Master couldn't figure out the reason, but thinking that he could obtain a divine corpse, a Supreme Realm Great Saint's sacred source, and a top-tier Monarch Sacred Artifact, he seemed to have already made a huge profit, so he stopped thinking too much.
He snorted coldly, looked around, and said, "I'm only worried that Hai Ke's identity is extraordinary, with the Wuding Divine Sea backing him. If things are exposed, where will you and I have any place to stay in the Hell Realm?"
"Below the divine realm, there are only a handful of cultivators who can evade the perception of you and me. The only cultivator from the Green Deer Divine Temple lurking nearby has already fled. What are you still worried about? Are you afraid of Hai Ke's identity, afraid to make a move?" Old Man Seven Hands said.
Seeing that the two were about to quarrel, and the power fluctuations erupting from Hai Ke's body were gradually stabilizing—clearly a sign that his cultivation was settling—Zhang Ruochen quickly said, "Your conversation just now has already been heard by Hai Ke. Even if you don't make a move today, he won't let you off in the future."
Old Man Seven Hands and Night Travel Master's eyes sharpened, both looking toward that chaotic divine cloud.
"I'll set up the formation to suppress his Dao domain."
Night Travel Master pulled out a white bone staff over two meters long and slammed it into the ground.
"Boom!"
On the staff, dense spatial inscriptions emerged, flying into the water, covering an area of over ten miles.
Night Travel Master then took out a large handful of black beans from a beast-skin pouch and scattered them.
The black beans floated in the water, transforming into small figures wearing black armor. One by one, spatial inscriptions converged onto the small figures, interweaving into a massive spatial formation.
Zhang Ruochen wandered along the edge of the formation, observing secretly, while simultaneously retracting the Devouring Spirit Insects back into the coffin.
He had to admit, this unorthodox Night Travel Master who cultivated the Way of Space still had some skill. The spatial grand formation he set up suppressed even the violent divine Qi fluctuations erupting from Hai Ke's body.
"Whoosh!"
Hai Ke's Supreme Dharma Body successfully condensed, his physical strength rising to an unprecedented level. He let out a roar: "I have broken through! Who can stop me?"
He threw a punch, and on his fist, radiance shone ten thousand zhang, divine power surging out like a rushing river.
"Boom!"
The formation set up by Night Travel Master shook violently, a large section of spatial inscriptions shattering.
Immediately after, Hai Ke executed a Supreme Realm high-rank sacred art. Dense sacred Dao rules converged toward the Calamity War Axe. Before the axe was even swung, the might it emitted caused the seawater to boil.
"He's only just broken through, yet he can already be this powerful." Zhang Ruochen retreated to a distance. Originally very confident in Old Man Seven Hands and Night Travel Master, he now couldn't help but feel somewhat worried.
"Old Club, can you handle it or not?" Old Man Seven Hands asked, his face full of anxiety.
If they couldn't use spatial power to suppress Hai Ke's Dao domain, how could they possibly kill a demigod?
Night Travel Master remained calm and composed. He simply took out handful after handful of beans from his pouch and scattered them, transforming into more black figures. It was like a thousand troops and ten thousand horses from a miniature kingdom surrounding Hai Ke, the giant.
"Seven Layer World Tower."
Night Travel Master grabbed the white bone staff stuck in the ground with one hand, pouring his sixty-ninth-rank spiritual power entirely into it.
"Whoosh!"
From the top of the white bone staff, a bright pillar of light shot out. Around the pillar of light, seven circles of formation patterns appeared.
These seven circles of formation patterns then connected with the spatial formation composed of the black figures. In an instant, a massive, faintly visible light tower enveloped Hai Ke inside.
The axe that Hai Ke swung struck precisely at the edge of the light tower.
The light tower shook violently but did not shatter.
Instead, Hai Ke suffered from the backlash force, stumbling backward dozens of steps, a look of surprise in his eyes.
"The World Tower I can set up only has seven layers. It can't suppress a demigod-level powerhouse for long. Let's attack together and finish this quickly."
Night Travel Master grabbed the white bone staff, soared to the top of the World Tower, raised his right hand above his head, and used his powerful spiritual power to grab hundreds of thousands of black lightning bolts, all of which he struck into the World Tower, roaring: "Refine for me!"
A sixty-ninth-rank spiritual power Great Saint's strength corresponded to a Supreme Realm Great Saint.
"This old ghost has finally shown his fierce side." Zhang Ruochen thought to himself.
He did not take the opportunity to leave, because Sword Emperor and Stone Emperor were still on Hai Ke's body. He had to rescue them.
Although Sword Emperor's body had been crushed, as long as his core sword intent was not destroyed, he could reconstitute his body.
Although Stone Emperor had been swallowed into Hai Ke's stomach, he had merged with the spiritual will of six gods. It was no easy task for Hai Ke to refine him.
Old Man Seven Hands revealed his true form, turning into a monster over a hundred zhang long.
The monster had a head as large as a palace, with seven long, furry, flaming hands. From the palms of the seven hands, seven scorching pillars of fire surged out, rushing into the World Tower and landing on Hai Ke.
Thunder and fire filled the tower.
Hai Ke let out roars of rage, attacking the World Tower, causing the surrounding sea area to tremble incessantly. The energy that leaked out could even injure Immortal Realm Great Saints.
Although some cultivators sensed the battle fluctuations here, none dared to approach and investigate.
"Seven Hands, Night Travel, you have some nerve, daring to make a move against me! Aren't you afraid of retaliation from the Wuding Divine Sea?" Hai Ke's divine body was scorched black by the thunder and fire.
Physical injuries were secondary. What truly terrified Hai Ke was that the spiritual power of Old Man Seven Hands and Night Travel Master was too strong, constantly attacking his sacred soul.
His sacred soul had already been severely wounded by Zhang Ruochen's Heavenly Sword Soul. Even after taking an emperor-grade sacred pill, he hadn't fully recovered. How could he withstand the attacks of two sixty-ninth-rank spiritual power Great Saints?
Night Travel Master was the most timid, terrified of the Wuding Divine Sea.
But upon hearing Hai Ke's threatening words, the killing intent in his eyes became even stronger, colder, and more resolute.
Hai Ke's spiritual power was at the sixty-seventh rank, which was quite strong, but his enemies' spiritual power was even stronger. Not to mention Old Man Seven Hands and Night Travel Master, even Zhang Ruochen could suppress his self-detonation of his sacred source.
Struggling desperately in the World Tower for about half an hour, Hai Ke shattered six layers of the World Tower, almost breaking out, when his divine body finally fell heavily.
His sacred soul was completely extinguished.
Old Man Seven Hands and Night Travel Master had consumed a huge amount of spiritual power. They flew, still shaken, to the side of Hai Ke's enormous divine corpse.
If Hai Ke had held on a little longer, breaking through the seventh layer of the World Tower and escaping, it would have been their turn to flee. But in this world, how many "ifs" were there?
The fact was, the two of them had joined forces to kill a demigod. Even though this demigod had just broken through, his realm was still unstable, and he hadn't fully mastered demigod-level power.
Night Travel Master, afraid that Old Man Seven Hands would go back on his word, immediately collected the Calamity War Axe and dug out the sacred source from Hai Ke's body.
"Take the other treasures. Leave the divine corpse for me." Night Travel Master pretended to be generous.
After all, there weren't many valuable treasures left. Only Hai Ke's somewhat damaged Monarch Sacred Artifact armor could still fetch a considerable number of divine stones.
"Bang!"
From the abdomen of the thousand-zhang-long divine corpse, a loud explosion came.
A Xuanhuang Stone flew out from inside.
Then, it transformed into a human form, a full zhang tall, with six arms and six legs—it was Stone Emperor, whose aura was somewhat weak.
"This Xuanhuang Stone…"
Just as Old Man Seven Hands was about to speak, Zhang Ruochen walked over and said, "This Xuanhuang Stone cannot be given to you."
From the left sleeve of the divine corpse, a ball of light clouds flew out, condensing into Sword Emperor's figure.
Old Man Seven Hands released his spiritual power to probe the surroundings. Finding no other cultivators nearby, he looked toward Night Travel Master, expressing his intention to cooperate again.
This time, Zhang Ruochen didn't have Ji Fanxin by his side. Night Travel Master didn't have much fear in his heart.
Since they had already killed Hai Ke, killing Zhang Ruochen without anyone knowing would allow them to obtain even more treasures, wouldn't it?
How could Zhang Ruochen not understand what they were thinking? He was about to take out the Divine Dragon Sun-Moon Chaos Pagoda as a warning when, suddenly, a terrifying aura that made all three of them change color came from above.
Zhang Ruochen, Old Man Seven Hands, Night Travel Master, including Stone Emperor and Sword Emperor, were all suppressed by an invisible pressure, almost forced to their knees.
Even their sacred souls felt as if they would be crushed into pieces by the other party.
A male angel clan member in a red battle armor appeared above them. He had white hair, was extremely handsome, with eyes and lips even more delicate than a woman's.
On his back were fourteen flawless white wings, very thin, almost overlapping, looking like only one pair.
"Angel… clan… divine spirit…" Old Man Seven Hands was terrified to the extreme, his whole body trembling.
In the presence of a divine spirit, who could remain calm and composed?
The divine spirit's divine might struck directly at the cultivator's soul.
Zhang Ruochen struggled to resist the suppression of the divine might, gritting his teeth, meeting the eyes above that emitted the power of light, showing no intention of yielding.
"Godfather!"
Night Travel Master habitually knelt down, kowtowing heavily to the ground, his expression sincere, tears streaming down his face: "I never thought, I never thought that in my lifetime, I would see the most great angel clan divine spirit in the universe. Just like the legends, no, even more majestic, beautiful, and sacred than the legends. I don't know why, but my heart is deeply conquered."
"Divine spirit, would you be willing to accept me as your godson? I am willing to be the Paradise Realm's spy in the Hell Realm, only to contribute the rest of my life for the admiration in my heart."