509: It's blocked!

Boom!!!!!!

The moment of that collision was indescribable! It was as if the heavens and earth were being created! Or as if a galaxy were collapsing! Blinding light devoured everything!

The golden-red True Fire and the emerald Corpse Fire intertwined and tore at each other crazily! The vibrant, glowing vitality and the withered, deathly stillness clashed and annihilated each other violently!

Shattered fragments of space shot out in all directions like shards of pitch-black glass! Web-like cracks in space spread at a speed visible to the naked eye, revealing the deep, cold, endless Void Realm behind them!

The terrifying shockwave slammed into the rift valley below like a billion-ton hammer! Collapse!

Large swathes and massive amounts of the abyss cliff walls peeled away and disintegrated like soft mud!

The Soul Army and demon soldiers fighting fiercely below, including old demons like the Burning Flame Demon and Granny Ghost Poison, were all blown away like kites with broken strings and slammed into the cliff walls under the impact of that energy storm that exceeded their limits of understanding!

Screams and the sound of breaking bones were endless!

The rift valley entrance.

Lin Mingyuan, Lin Qingxue, Xiao Huohuo, and the others, who had just managed to tear through the demon Formation's blockade under the frantic assault of the Soul Soldiers and ghost generals and escaped in a sorry state, were knocked over by this explosive, destructive storm from behind before they could even catch their breath!

"Pfft!"

Lin Mingyuan, already at the end of his rope, spat out another mouthful of essence blood, and his protective golden light instantly dimmed!

But he suddenly turned his head!

At the core where smoke and debris crashed like giant waves, at the edge of the singularity where space was shattered, two figures were vaguely visible!

On one side! The bone throne stood unmoved, with eerie emerald fire!

On the other side! A blood-red robe billowed like a flag, and brilliant sword light tore through the heavens and earth!

The vastly different power storms wrestled, annihilated, and erupted against each other!

"He... he could actually block it?! It... it seems... they are evenly matched?!"

Lin Mingyuan's face was twisted in extreme shock! What was his cultivation? Void Refining Mid-stage!

He felt with absolute clarity the terror of that palm strike from Old Demon Hundred Refinements, containing the Dao laws of the Hundred Withered Annihilation; even in his prime, he would surely have been severely injured!

But that Yao Delong... having only forcibly raised his Realm to Late Stage Soul Transformation, that sword strike actually erupted with destructive power capable of shaking a Void Refining Mid-stage Cultivator?!

This scene, which overturned the common sense of cultivation, almost caused him to lose his composure!

"It's him! It must be Senior Brother Delong!"

Lin Qingxue's cold voice carried an uncontrollable tremor.

Her Ice Soul Origin throbbed violently, and a familiar, scorching aura was calling out—a sensation only felt when facing Yao Delong's bottomless Origin power!

She stared fixedly at the blood-robed figure in the center of the storm, wanting to go back!

Liu Rumei's face was pale, and the golden crow setting sun in her hand trembled and hummed.

She bit her red lips, her eyes complex and indescribable: "Besides him... who else would be this crazy!"

Boom—!!!

Just then! A violent energy storm exploded again from the peripheral battlefield where the Night Hawk Guards were locked in a death struggle with the Current Marquis and other demon Cultivators!

"Elder!"

The Night Hawk Captain was covered in blood, one arm already blown off, and he was barely hanging his broken sword with the aid of Formation threads.

He turned his head and roared, his Divine Thought turning into the most urgent whip lashing toward Lin Mingyuan: "The blood-robed Cultivator... that is True Disciple Yao!! He is holding off Old Demon Hundred Refinements alone at the bottom of the valley!! We cannot abandon him!!"

A desperate, suicidal resolve erupted in his eyes like a trapped beast: "We will go to reinforce him! Elder, you take the others and leave as quickly as possible! I have already notified the reinforcements!"

Before the words had even faded, the Night Hawk Captain had already turned his head resolutely and let out a final roar to the four team members beside him, who were equally scarred and even missing limbs: "Brothers! Cut a path for True Disciple Yao! For me... watch that fireworks show well!!"

"Go!!"

Five blood-stained figures, like moths to a flame, carrying all their remaining strength and the tragic light of burning their Divine Soul Origin, ignored the violent onslaught of the Current Marquis and the other demon Cultivators behind them, and forcefully pushed the power of their Formation to the edge of self-destruction!

A dark, subdued stream of light, carrying the aura of shared fate and burning souls, tore through part of the demon Cultivators' obstruction and fiercely charged into the chaotic counter-current of the valley entrance, resolutely diving toward the core of the earth-shattering battlefield in the deepest part of the rift valley!

"Not good!!"

The Current Marquis was furious and chased after them with the equally angry demon Cultivator experts!

However, the five Night Hawk Guards had completely abandoned defense and their path to survival, their desperate posture solely for the sake of advancing, making it difficult for them to be completely blocked for a moment!

Lin Mingyuan's eyes were bloodshot!

Looking at those five blood-stained backs rushing into the dead zone without hesitation, and then glancing at the solitary, arrogant figure at the bottom of the valley who was standing against the demon venerable like a pillar of heaven, he felt a wave of sorrow and monstrous rage rush to his head!

His responsibility was to escort these surviving Disciples to break out!

But Yao Delong... the legendary True Disciple of the Yin Yang Sect, rarely seen in ten thousand years!

The True Disciple who had saved them all and was now facing death alone!

And those five loyal, heroic warriors!

They could not be allowed to sacrifice themselves in vain!

"Disciples of the Yin Yang Sect and Fellow Daoists, listen to my command! Form up! Trap these demon brats! Buy time for Peak Master Ji and the reinforcements!"

Lin Mingyuan turned around abruptly, swallowed another mouthful of essence blood that surged up in his throat, and his withered chest erupted with his final Void Refining power!

"Form up!"

"Block them!"

Although everyone was injured and their Qi and strength were exhausted, these Disciples who had just salvaged their lives erupted with wolf-like ferocity in their eyes!

They recognized the blurry figure under that soul devouring banner from earlier!

They recognized the blood-robed "demon Cultivator" who had risked his life to tear open the demon Formation for them!

It was True Disciple Yao!

It was that legendary Senior Brother who had single-handedly held up the collapsing sky!

The Night Hawk Guards were using their lives to buy them time to kill their way back!

How could they flee?!

The remaining hundred or so Cultivators (mainly Core Disciples of the Yin Yang Sect and nearby Sects, and a few Elders) erupted with a final roar, standing firm like a reef in the impact of the retreating demon Cultivators rushing back at the valley entrance!

The fierce slaughter at the rift valley entrance instantly reached a white-hot intensity!

The rift valley abyss, the eye of the storm!

The cracks in space were slowly closing like a spider web, and the terrifying aftermath of the collision was still reverberating.

The emerald-phosphor bone throne hung in the void, unmoved.

Old Demon Hundred Refinements sat on it, and for the first time, his eerie emerald eyes carried a hint of genuine scrutiny and imperceptible surprise.

The youth in the black robe stood with his sword in the air, opposite the rift valley.

A trace of glaring blood stained the corner of his mouth, the web between his thumb and index finger on the hand holding the sword was split, and blood slid down the hilt.

His Late Stage Soul Transformation aura fluctuated violently after that sword strike, and was even somewhat unstable.

That sword strike had consumed a huge amount of energy!

But, he had stood his ground!

He had forcibly taken a palm strike from him that contained seven-tenths of his power and the "Hundred Withered Dao laws"!

He had even slashed away part of the Withered power!

A Soul Transformation Cultivator?!

"Very good... to be able to take this palm strike, you have the qualification to make this Seat... slightly interested."

A cold, decaying voice drifted out.

"It seems that the secrets on you... are even more anticipated by this Seat than that ancient valley Formation.

Hand over that magic banner that devours the souls of Savage Demons, hand over this strange Cultivation Technique of yours, and this Seat... can make you a somewhat special corpse puppet in my Myriad Withered Corpse Domain."

While speaking, Old Demon Hundred Refinements' bone-covered left hand slowly raised, and in his palm, a point of extreme gray-white light, as if it could decay and extinguish the eternal galaxy, was condensing!

That aura of annihilation and decay was more than ten times stronger than the Myriad Withered Palm from just a moment ago!

This was one of his true ultimate killing moves!

Pressure!

Unprecedented deathly pressure crashed down like ten thousand heavy mountains!

The hard collision just now had almost drained most of the power that Yao Delong had forcibly raised with the "myriad manifestations returning to origin pill"!

The Chaos furnace in his chest was spinning crazily, refining the remaining medicinal power, but there was no time to fully recover to his Peak!

The five blood-stained streams of light of the Night Hawk Guards, burning with the flames of shared fate and rushing forward while frantically breaking through the obstacles, were incredibly clear in his Chaos Divine Thought!

They could not rush in!

Nor could they block this blow!

He could not collide head-on again!

But... he absolutely could not retreat!