Chen Yu stared at the shocking scene before him: two colossal beasts, the Dark Demon Dragon and the Void Giant Serpent, like shadows of the apocalypse, tore across the sky and came howling toward them.
An attack of this level was something even his father, the Level 98 Chen Zixiu, would have to handle with utmost caution.
If he could not withstand this strike, not only he himself, but the eight people beside him would be in danger as well.
There was no other way. Faced with such a desperate situation, even his Ninth Soul Skill would no longer suffice. He could only bring out his strongest trump card.
"My Body as the Sword!"
Along with that ringing, forceful declaration, Chen Yu's figure trembled slightly, and in an instant, his entire body was wrapped in a layer of mysterious, unfathomable radiance. That light contained the ultimate principles of heaven and earth, and also seemed like the profound veins of the universe—bottomless, mysterious, and extraordinary.
At this moment, his body merged with the sword, incomparably sharp and unyieldingly tough, like an unrivaled divine sword standing between heaven and earth, its edge capable of piercing the firmament, its might capable of cleaving the land.
"Ring Embedding!"
"Slaughter Word Art!"
Chen Yu chanted an ancient and lingering sword song. Its melody was like Dao sounds from the primordial past, curling through the air, as if it could stir the sword qi between heaven and earth and gather it into an endless torrent of Soul Power.
An unprecedented pressure spread outward. Even the air seemed unable to bear that weight, becoming exceptionally heavy.
Nine "Slaughter" characters, each containing boundless mysteries, circled Chen Yu's body. They were wondrous to the extreme, mesmerizing to behold, yet because of the world-destroying power they released, they inspired awe