50: Chapter 50 The Great Battle in the Wilderness (Part Two)

However, at this moment, Yun Che encountered significant trouble; the three Temple Guards at the early Divine Extreme Realm had already surrounded him tightly.

One wielding a blade, one using a sword, and one using his palms, they descended from the sky!

Like countless mountains descending in layers, they smashed down toward the top of Yun Che's head!

Like countless sharp, fierce blades, they sought to slice Yun Che into fragments!

Yet, Yun Che was not nervous; the stronger the enemy, the more it stimulated his fighting spirit!

"Bang——"

Golden light flashed across the sky, and the massive "Qilin Sacred Temple" appeared above Yun Che's head!

The strongest defensive profound art of the Era of Gods!

"Boom——!"

The blade, sword, and palm all struck the Qilin Sacred Temple. The massive temple shook and swayed violently, and huge cracks appeared on its body, but it did not harm Yun Che.

The three Temple Guards were simultaneously shaken back several steps.

Their astonishment was by no means inferior to the two Temple Guards who had just been split into four pieces on the spot.

They had never expected that Meng Jianyuan, the opponent who had caused Senluo Divine Son, Dian Jiuzhi to lose completely and hopelessly, would be so powerful. Even with the combined strength of the three of them, they were only able to fight to a draw!

At this moment, two more Temple Guards stepped forward. Now, as many as five Temple Guards stood in different positions, surrounding Yun Che tightly. Furthermore, among them were experts at the fourth and fifth levels of the Divine Extreme Realm.

Meanwhile, Yun Che was suffering from being unable to be in two places at once; while facing the five opponents before him, he was still concerned about looking after Shen Wuyi in the distance!

Although the White Tiger helped Shen Wuyi eliminate one opponent, a Temple Guard at the mid-stage of the Divine Extinction Realm quickly replaced him, and her predicament was not resolved.

Since the beginning of this war, Yun Che had decided that he would protect Shen Wuyi at all costs.

He recalled the "Illusion Truth Manual"; since he had begun practicing this profound art, he had never used it before...

He raised his hands and closed his eyes, as if sensing the power of heaven and earth...

As if quietly sprouting from the depths of the earth, the three Temple Guards who were fiercely battling Shen Wuyi discovered with horror that they had been surrounded by a world of darkness, thick as ink.

The aura of the entire world was cold and evil, carrying the scent of decay and death from hell, making one feel suffocated and nauseated.

Looking around, this dark world was boundless; looking up, one could only see the sky covered by a dark cyan haze, so heavy it seemed ready to crush the entire world.

Beneath their feet was a bottomless dark abyss, like a terrifying monster with its mouth wide open, waiting to devour everything.

They fell into extreme panic, letting out angry and desperate roars. The weapons in their hands swung like a storm, but they were just blindly slashing and hacking in all directions.

In this dark world, they could not even catch a trace of the enemy, nor did they know who they were fighting; they could only feel the threats and fear constantly closing in from all around.

...

At this moment, Shen Wuyi's heart was filled with confusion and doubt!

Meng Jianyuan—why would this man, with whom she had never had any dealings before, stand by her side time and time again to shield her from the wind and rain?

When she first met him, he was only at the Half-step Divine Destruction Realm; yet now, his strength had advanced by leaps and bounds, as if he were an expert of the Divine Extreme Realm, constantly blocking attacks for her and protecting her.

Deep within Shen Wuyi's heart, a subtle emotion belonging to a young maiden began to grow quietly; her feelings toward him were no longer the simple disgust of the beginning.

For some reason, the words of Divine Venerable Shen Wuyanye suddenly echoed in her ears.

"Wuyi, you must remember, the men in this world are nothing but filthy beasts! That old Emperor Yuan is certainly no exception..."

She suddenly felt a wave of self-loathing, her heart filled with self-reproach.

Shen Wuyi snapped back to reality, only to see that the three Temple Guards who had originally besieged her were now like souls who had lost their minds, waving their weapons frantically and aimlessly before her.

Although she did not know exactly what had happened, she guessed that they must have been subjected to some kind of soul technique by "Meng Jianyuan".

She did not dwell on it; the long sword in her hand thrust forward like flowing water. The tip of the sword moved slowly, almost without causing a ripple in the air, and precisely cut into the chest of a Temple Guard.

The Temple Guard did not seem to feel any pain; a sweet smile even hung on the corner of his mouth as he passed away with a smile.

In the dream, he seemed to have finally escaped the endless darkness, as if he had found a warm home and was enjoying the embrace of a lover.

Following that, Shen Wuyi's sword blade pierced into the bodies of the second and third Temple Guards in succession. Each piercing was painless, and each taking of a life was as calm as if it were in a dream.

Their expressions were different, but all carried a sense of relieved tranquility, as if they had found long-lost peace under her sword.

Having dealt with the opponents before her, Shen Wuyi finally had a chance to calm down and think.

She felt this was simply incredible; although she had heard of the power of soul techniques, she had never imagined that such a powerful soul technique could come from the hands of a Half-step Divine Destruction Realm Meng Jianyuan.

She began to realize that even with the miserable defeat of Senluo Divine Son, Dian Jiuzhi before them, the estimation of Meng Jianyuan's strength by her Mother God and herself was still severely insufficient.

This was a true person, one who could not be speculated upon with common sense; such a person had never appeared in the Abyssal World, and his strength was far beyond what ordinary people could compare to.

At the same time, Chief Elder Meng Nanxian and Divine Son Meng Jianxi also noticed Yun Che.

Although they had previously learned from the Dragon Clan envoy that Yun Che's maximum strength was sufficient to defeat Meng Duanli, Meng Haitian, and others, seeing it with their own eyes now was still extremely shocking!

Half-step Divine Destruction Realm leaping directly to the third level of the Divine Extreme Realm—in between was a huge chasm of two major realms and three minor realms.

Furthermore, this leap had no obvious side effects; it would neither affect his cultivation level to drop nor reduce his lifespan.

All of this was truly hard to accept, yet one had to be convinced.

Shen Wuyi's predicament was temporarily relieved, but Yun Che felt a huge threat.

Blade light like snow~~ Sword energy like a rainbow~~ Staff shadows layered~~ Spear tips piercing the air~~ Palm winds howling!

Five distinct offensives launched fierce attacks at him simultaneously from five directions.

Every attacker was giving their all, unstoppable; their power was enough to split mountains and block rivers.

The blade, carrying a cold kiss of death;

The sword, flashing with a deadly light;

The staff, churning like a giant dragon;

The spear, as swift as a venomous snake;

The palm; like a violent storm.

These attacks converged into waves of destructive storms, like an airtight cage, trapping Yun Che tightly, as if to smash him into mincemeat.

At this moment, even though Yun Che's strength had been raised to the third level of the Divine Extreme Realm, he felt unprecedented pressure.

His pupils constricted, his body tensed, and his expression was extremely grave!

"Boom——"

The "Qilin Sacred Temple" above Yun Che's head shattered, and immediately following, he spat out a mouthful of blood!

Yun Che brandished the Jietian Demon-Slaying Sword, doing his utmost to resist the fierce offensives surging in from all directions.

At the same time, he unleashed the "Star God Shattering Shadow" movement technique, quickly weaving through the vortex of these five attacks, striving to find a gap for survival.

However, just as he was struggling, he felt the pain of his body being torn; his left shoulder was pierced by a sword; immediately following, a feeling of muscles being torn came from his right leg—a sharp spear had penetrated his leg flesh.

As the sword blade was pulled out and the spear was withdrawn, blood gushed like a spring from the wounds on his shoulder and right leg, dyeing the surrounding space a bright red.

"Whoosh——!"

Yun Che could not care about the pain; a long blade had already swept in from a distance, hacking directly toward his waist.

Where the blade passed, the strong wind tore through the surrounding air, emitting a piercing screech, as if even the soul was being stung.

The rocks on the surface instantly turned to powder under the impact of this force, sweeping toward Yun Che along with the gale.

At this moment, Yun Che was in a desperate situation, with nowhere to hide.

Except for the long blade before him, his surroundings were covered by swords, spears, staffs, and palm winds; no matter which direction he chose to go, he might bleed on the spot.

With a "Swish——" sound of breaking air!

In Yun Che's line of sight, a slender black figure swept past like lightning, and a soft sword a zhang long nimbly wrapped around the fierce long blade.

However, the force of the soft sword was ultimately too weak; that figure and the soft sword together bore the fierce impact of the long blade and were ruthlessly knocked to the ground.

A mouthful of blood gushed out like a spring, like a blooming flower of fire; the one who had fallen into the dust was none other than Shen Wuyi!

Shen Wuyi had blocked this fatal blow for him; her figure had been struck by the blade, and she was now lying helplessly on the ground, clearly having suffered severe trauma.

She tried to use her arms to support herself to stand up, only to find that strength was rapidly draining from her body.

Shen Wuyi's gaze looked toward Meng Jianyuan, but in her eyes was a sense of release; what she thought at this moment was, "After all, I have repaid your grace of helping me twice."

Witnessing Shen Wuyi's weak and fallen figure, Yun Che's heart was filled with wild rage, as if ten million volcanoes were about to erupt!