Published: February 25, 2025
At the same time, at the meeting point designated by Tan Yun: Ancient Hero Valley.
The valley stretches deep for a million miles, with two towering peaks at the entrance, each reaching millions of feet high, blocking out the sun and piercing through layers of clouds!
"Buzz—"
As the spatial fluctuations surged, fierce winds swept through, and a Spirit Vessel appeared amidst the chaotic scenery.
On the Spirit Vessel, Tan Yun stood with a calm expression, his eyes scanning the surroundings.
"Where's Brother Wang?"
Just as he spoke, a figure flew over, landing gracefully beside him. It was Wang Chongri, slightly out of breath.
"Sorry, I was delayed by a few things," Wang Chongri replied, wiping the sweat from his forehead.
Tan Yun nodded, "No worries. We need to gather the disciples from the Huangfu Sacred Sect and set out."
At that moment, a group of disciples flew over, their faces filled with excitement. Among them, Zhu Ruolin and Tian Xiang were particularly noticeable.
"Senior Brother Tan, we are ready!" Zhu Ruolin exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with anticipation.
Tan Yun smiled, "Good. We will begin our journey to the Battlefield of the Gods."
As the group prepared to leave, the atmosphere was charged with a sense of urgency and enthusiasm, ready to face whatever challenges awaited them.
With a wave of his hand, Tan Yun activated the Qiankun Ring, and a beam of light enveloped them, transporting them into the void.
The thrill of adventure coursed through their veins, as they ventured into the unknown, guided by their spiritual aspirations and the promise of glory.
At this moment, there were ten men and eight women from the Eternal Immortal Sect, eighteen disciples at the great perfection of the refining soul realm, their spiritual power swirling around them. Their left hands formed seals in front of their chests, while their right hands held swords, rapidly circling around the vast sword formation!
As the eighteen spun, gritting their teeth and drenched in sweat, thick streams of spiritual power surged like flood dragons into the sword formation, while they encouraged their fellow disciples with fierce roars:
"Hold on, they have already lost ninety-one members! If we can hold out for another hour, all over two hundred disciples of the Huangfu Sacred Sect are sure to die!"
"Junior brothers and sisters, listen to Brother Wang, we must hold on!"
"Alright, hold on! We will kill them all!"
"…"
As the eighteen continued to pour their spiritual power into the sword formation frantically, beams of sword aura, extending for hundreds of feet, erupted from the formation and violently slashed towards the 156 people led by Tian Xiang, Zhu Ruolin, and Luo Fan!
At this moment, aside from the three who remained unscathed, the other 153 people had all suffered varying degrees of injuries.
The sword formation was stained with blood, and the sight of ninety-one decapitated and limbless bodies of the Huangfu Sacred Sect disciples was particularly shocking!
"Thud!"
At that moment, a disciple from the Beast Spirit Lineage evaded but was left with a deep wound on his back, exposing bone. As blood flowed, he shouted, "Sister Zhu, I can't hold on anymore! What do we do?"
Following that, over a hundred battered disciples from the Beast Spirit Lineage, Ancient Soul Lineage, and Wind Thunder Lineage screamed in terror:
"Brother Luo! What do we do? The sword aura inside the formation is endless, and at this rate, we won't last much longer before our spiritual power runs out and we are killed!"
"Sister Tian Xiang, if we don't break the sword formation, we will only have a dead end!"
"Sister Zhu, are we really going to die here today?"
"…"
"Sister Duan!" After narrowly dodging three sword auras, Tian Xiang emitted a sorrowful cry as a female disciple from the Ancient Soul Lineage faced seven incoming sword auras, unable to evade, and was split in two!
At this time, the laughter from the disciples of the Eternal Immortal Sect outside the sword formation echoed unsettlingly inside: