Published: February 24, 2025
Seventeen breaths without a trace!
The dense and overwhelming primal wilderness sword aura surged forth like a barrage of arrows, moving at speeds several times faster than Tan Yun, with a devastating power capable of destroying the heavens and the earth, shooting toward Tan Yun's back!
"Wuwu—"
As the chaotic void four hundred zhang behind Tan Yun erupted with the sound of howling winds, a black silhouette suddenly appeared.
Immediately, the black dot suddenly exploded, transforming into a vortex with a diameter of three hundred zhang!
The vortex was as dark as ink, deep as an abyss!
Within the abyssal vortex, the dark death power slowly swirled, emitting a tearing force that devoured the seven thousand primal wilderness sword auras rushing towards it like a whale swallowing the moon.
“Bang bang bang…”
As each primal wilderness sword aura rapidly disintegrated in the abyss of death, Nangong Yuqin, who was flying with her sword, suddenly halted her flight. Drops of sweat the size of beans fell from her paper-white face!
“Puh…”
A cloud of blood mist erupted from her mouth, with blood spilling from her delicate nose and both ears. Her eyes were stained red with blood, and painful tears mixed with blood flowed down her cheeks!
She ceased her flying sword control, swaying precariously atop her flying sword.
“Pupup…”
Blood spurted from her mouth. At this moment, the originally seven thousand primal wilderness sword auras finally broke through the abyss of death, leaving only a hundred or so auras rushing toward Tan Yun, who had nowhere to escape!
Tan Yun turned around and shouted hoarsely, “Spring of Light!”
“Puch puch puch…”
As soon as Tan Yun's voice fell, over a hundred primal wilderness sword auras pierced through him like a wall of swords, accompanied by spraying blood, enveloping him in a mist of blood!
“Crack crack…”
The chilling sound of bones breaking rang out almost simultaneously. His cheeks, neck, chest, and legs were pierced through!
His leg bones had been shattered, hanging limply from his body by muscle alone!
Several of his rib bones on both sides of his chest were broken, piercing out from his bloody back.
Tan Yun's vision faded into darkness, descending helplessly into the void, crashing heavily onto the high platform!
The blood flowing from dozens of wounds on his body pooled on the high platform, appearing particularly striking.
Tan Yun lay in the blood puddle, struggling to wriggle slowly, feeling incredibly tired and wanting to rest. All he saw before him was endless darkness!
He bit down on his tongue, tasting a hint of iron and sweetness. The pain in his tongue helped him regain some consciousness, and in his panic, he wanted to stand up and continue fighting!
He gritted his teeth and pushed himself up with his arms, but his leg bones had been shattered, making it impossible to stand!
“Bang!” Tan Yun, on the brink of collapse, could only bend his powerless arms as his forehead heavily struck the high platform!
“Buzz buzz!”
At that moment, a beam of light, ten zhang wide and filled with the breath of life, poured down from the chaotic void, transforming into a one-zhang light barrier that enveloped Tan Yun!
Within the light barrier, the light power shimmered, emanating a rich life force!
This was the Spring of Light that Tan Yun had unleashed as his final act!
He knew that the abyss of death could not withstand the power unleashed by Nangong Yuqin after executing the seventh layer of the primal wilderness sword technique, and he would undoubtedly suffer severe injuries. Thus, as he was pierced by the primal wilderness sword auras, he activated his last trump card, the Spring of Light!
At this moment, the Spring of Light enveloped Tan Yun, increasing his restoration speed by eleven times on top of his inherent tenfold recovery speed!
A recovery speed of one hundred and ten times sustained and nurtured Tan Yun's gradually waning vitality!
“I want to stand up… I want to kill her… otherwise, I will be killed by her…” Tan Yun's gaze grew distant as he exerted all his strength to turn his head, with his left cheek pressed against the surface.