Published: February 25, 2025
Luo Fan, Nangong Ruxue, and the more than three thousand disciples under Shen Subing anxiously stared at the sword formation, praying for Tan Yun.
The atmosphere was tense as they watched the unfolding battle. The heart of primordial chaos god-slaying sword formation was dazzling, its sword aura cutting through the air, reflecting the determination of its wielder.
As Tan Yun stood at the center of the formation, his spiritual power surged, forming a protective barrier around him. He could feel the pressure mounting as the enemies advanced.
"Stay strong!" Nangong Ruxue shouted, her voice filled with encouragement, trying to uplift the spirits of her fellow disciples.
With a sudden burst of energy, Tan Yun unleashed his Flying Sword, sending it soaring towards the approaching foes. The sword aura shone like a beacon of hope amidst the chaos.
"Form up!" Luo Fan commanded, rallying the remaining disciples to prepare for the impending clash.
The disciples, fueled by their faith in Tan Yun, gathered their spiritual power, ready to join the fray.
As the enemies drew closer, the tide of space seemed to ripple, amplifying the tension of the battlefield.
Tan Yun, sensing the wave of chaos closing in, executed the primordial divine step, allowing him to move with unparalleled speed and agility.
He darted among his enemies, his Flying Sword dancing through the air, leaving trails of light in its wake.
The battle was fierce; each clash echoed through the Immortal Valley, a testament to the ferocity of the fight.
Yet, amidst the chaos, Tan Yun remained resolute, determined to protect his comrades and emerge victorious.
As the first line of enemies met his sword, a brilliant flash of light erupted, illuminating the valley.
The disciples watched in awe as their leader fought, his movements a blend of grace and power, embodying the essence of a true cultivator.
With each swing of his sword, he carved a path through the opposition, his spirit unyielding against the tide of darkness.
"Keep pushing forward!" he shouted, inspiring those around him to fight with all their might.
The battle raged on, and the air was thick with the remnants of spiritual power, each side vying for dominance in the Blood Battle in the Immortal Valley.
The outcome remained uncertain, but the resolve of Tan Yun and his disciples shone bright, a beacon of hope amidst the chaos.
In contrast, elder four, Lu Yi, had an extremely grim expression, with a raging fire of anger surging in his chest!
He never imagined that Tan Yun's strength to challenge higher levels would be so terrifying!
At this moment, the five disciples who had just survived the slaughter by Tan Yun were trembling outside the sword formation, gasping for air!
They looked at the bodies strewn across the ground, dazed, “It's so terrifying... Tan Yun is truly too frightening!”
Inside the heart of primordial chaos god-slaying sword formation, Hou Ye, Wang Ji, Chang Zhijian, Cheng Gu, Peng Wanchuan, and Yue Buqun stood amid the chaotic space, staring intently at Tan Yun, who floated in mid-air!
"Fellow disciples, this formation actually allows Tan Yun to gain the ability to float in the air. This is no small feat!" Hou Ye squinted his eyes and warned, "You all must not underestimate him. Use your strongest powers to end this quickly! Otherwise, even if we kill him after a long time, if it spreads that we six took so long to kill just one person, how will we establish ourselves within the Immortal Sect in the future?"
"Brother Hou's words are very true..." The agreement from the five was suddenly cut off by a fierce roar, "Time Flood!"
"Buzz—"
In the chaotic firmament, the power of time rolled and converged into a time flood with a diameter of three thousand zhang. With a tremble of space, it descended like a transparent waterfall, instantaneously crashing down upon the six!
The power of time had increased eleven times based on Tan Yun's realm, and with the enhancement of eleven supreme treasure grade flying swords, the force amplified to eighteen times!