You two are now surrounded by me.

The six Flying Swords suspended before him hummed, their blades shining brightly like the sun!

In an instant!

With the six Flying Swords as the core, countless Sword Qi phantoms, condensed from pure Spiritual Qi, appeared out of thin air, dense and shimmering with cold light!

In just a moment, above and behind Lin Yuan, hundreds of Sword Qi phantoms hung in the air, forming a terrifying Cloud Sea of Swords that made one's scalp tingle!

Every sword phantom exuded a chilling sharpness and a palpable sense of oppression.

The entire night sky was enveloped by this extremely sharp Sword Qi, and even the air seemed to be torn to shreds!

"Fall!"

Lin Yuan's eyes were indifferent, his face slightly pale, as he pointed down from afar.

The torrent composed of hundreds of sword phantoms instantly let out a deafening shriek, like the Milky Way of the Nine Heavens pouring down, transforming into a waterfall of death, striking towards Sang Zhi with an Aura that sought to destroy everything!

This single move alone drained nearly one-fifth of the Magical Power in his body.

Lin Yuan secretly clicked his tongue; if it were an ordinary Human Dao Foundation Establishment Cultivator, this one move alone would probably turn them into a dried husk.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh..."

Piercing shrieks of air tearing apart blended into a single sound, becoming the death knell.

Sang Zhi's pretty face instantly turned as white as paper.

She was a Prodigy of the Misty Immortal Sect, having achieved Heavenly Dao Foundation Establishment and having been in the Late Foundation Establishment Stage for some time.

Yet, facing the sky full of sword phantoms that seemed capable of tearing the heavens and earth apart, she smelled an intensely thick scent of death!

No time to think, and no room for the slightest carelessness!

She slapped her Storage Pouch at her waist, and a Small Shield, entirely emerald green and covered with complex runes, appeared out of thin air.

"Defend!"

Sang Zhi spat a mouthful of Vital Blood onto the shield, and the Small Shield rapidly expanded against the wind, instantly becoming the size of a door panel. Emerald green spiritual light flowed, forming a thick Light Curtain that firmly protected her within.

The next moment, the sword rain arrived!

"Screech—"

The first sword phantom struck the Light Curtain, emitting a grating friction sound that made one's teeth ache. The Light Curtain violently shook but did not break.

But then came the second, the third, the tenth, the hundredth... "Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The impenetrable sword rain poured frantically onto the emerald green Light Curtain, with explosions resounding ceaselessly and deafeningly. The sturdy Light Curtain, under the endless impact of the sword phantoms, began to violently twist and indent, with cracks spreading rapidly like a spiderweb.

"No! This is impossible!" Sang Zhi cried out in horror. She could feel that her connection with the Magical Artifact was being violently torn apart.

"Crack!"

Accompanied by a crisp, sorrowful sound, the Light Curtain shattered!

The remaining sword phantoms, their momentum undiminished, slashed onto the body of the emerald green Small Shield like hungry wolves pouncing on prey.

"Clang clang clang!"

The sound of metal clashing against metal was incessant, and sparks flew.

When the last wisp of sword light dissipated, the night sky returned to its deathly silence.

On the ground below, a giant pit, five to six zhang in diameter and seemingly bottomless, had appeared. The edges of the pit were scorched black, filled with deep sword marks, as if gnawed by a giant beast.

In the center of the giant pit, Sang Zhi knelt on one knee, panting heavily, her face devoid of any color.

The emerald green shield in front of her had now lost all its spiritual light and was tattered beyond recognition. It was not only covered in deep scratches but also had several hideous holes, clearly completely scrapped.

And her black tight-fitting Magical Robe was now in tatters, revealing her fair skin, from which blood welled up from various cuts, making her look utterly disheveled.

Lin Yuan looked at his masterpiece, feeling quite satisfied.

This Grand Void Sword Art was indeed overbearing.

With his Foundation Establishment Mid Stage Divine Path Foundation Establishment Cultivation, and not even using his full strength, he had almost crippled a Heavenly Dao Foundation Establishment Late Stage Genius Cultivator with a single move.

If he had poured all his Magical Power into it without restraint just now, this black-clad Fairy before him would probably be a riddled corpse by now.

Sang Zhi forced herself to stand up, looking up at Lin Yuan, who was suspended in mid-air with a playful smile on his lips. Her sharp eyes were, for the first time, filled with deep apprehension and terror.

What kind of monster is this person? The strength he displayed was simply not something a Foundation Establishment Mid Stage Cultivator should possess!

Even the most renowned Prodigies of the Yin Corpse Sect could never have such terrifying combat power!

"Junior Sister... attack! What are you standing there for!" Sang Zhi's low cry carried a hint of urgency and panic. She forcefully suppressed her surging Qi and blood, urging.

Zhou Waner awoke as if from a dream, quickly suppressing the absurd and terrifying thoughts in her heart. She slapped her jade hand on her waist, and a Flying Sword radiating cold light was immediately summoned, preparing to cooperate with her Senior Sister in an attack.

However, she had not yet had time to activate her Hand Seal.

In mid-air, Lin Yuan merely watched her leisurely, a playful arc on his lips. Then, he casually opened his five fingers and made a grasping motion in the air.

"Ah—!"

A bloodcurdling scream, inhuman in its intensity, pierced the night sky!

The spiritual light of the Flying Sword in Zhou Waner's hand instantly dissipated, clattering to the ground. Her entire being felt as if an invisible giant hand had seized her Divine Soul and violently twisted it!

Excruciating pain surged from the depths of her Soul like a tide, and countless sealed memory fragments exploded!

The dark, damp cave, that old man with murky eyes and decaying Aura, and the seven days and seven nights of hellish torment!

That withered, wrinkled, murky old face perfectly overlapped in her mind with this young, handsome face before her, bearing a devilish smile.

It's him! It really is him! How did he become so young? Wasn't his Lifespan almost up?!

Boundless fear instantly drowned her reason, making her body turn cold and her Dao Heart shatter inch by inch.

"Bang!"

Her vision went black, and she fell straight from the air, crashing heavily to the ground. Her delicate body curled into a ball, trembling uncontrollably, her pretty face contorted by extreme pain, and cold sweat instantly soaked her clothes.

The pain came quickly and left just as quickly. When the Soul-tearing sensation slowly receded, Zhou Waner, utterly exhausted, forced herself to stand up. The look in her eyes towards Lin Yuan was now only deep-seated fear and servant-like submission.

This sudden scene left Sang Zhi, who was beside her, dumbfounded.

She hadn't seen what Lin Yuan did, hadn't even felt any Magical Power fluctuations, yet her Junior Sister had screamed and fallen from the sky just like that!

This person is invincible!

"Escape!"

This was the only thought in Sang Zhi's mind. Without hesitation, with a thought, she was about to transform into a streak of light and flee this troublesome place.

But the step she was about to take was abruptly halted. A deadly sense of crisis made the hairs on her body stand on end.

She was horrified to discover that after the sky-filling sword rain had fallen, the six supreme grade Flying Swords that served as the main body had vanished at some unknown point. And within a few zhang around her, countless invisible Sword Qi, even finer than hair, were subtly flowing, blocking all escape routes.

These Sword Qi were silent; if she hadn't been inherently cautious and had sharp Divine Sense, she would probably have crashed right into them and been instantly shredded into a mist of blood!

Sang Zhi swallowed with difficulty, her face growing even paler. She gritted her teeth and raised her hand, throwing out the already tattered emerald green shield.

"Puff..."

There was no earth-shattering boom, only a barely audible soft sound. The High Grade defensive Magical Artifact, upon touching the invisible Sword Qi, was silently cut open like tofu. The cut was smooth as a mirror, its spirituality completely lost, turning into a pile of scrap metal that clinked as it fell to the ground.

Sang Zhi's heart also sank to rock bottom.