Swallowing Purple to Break Through, Ancestor Yin-Yang Steps into Half-Step Heavenly Dao

The Four Immortal Slaying Swords transformed into four streaks of blood-colored sword light, slashing straight at the demon god's eyes.

Jieyin and Zhunti also knew that this was no time to stand by and watch.

The Merit Golden Lotus suppressed the violet flames.

The Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree swept toward the Fate Furnace.

Haotian gritted his teeth and drove the Haotian Mirror, sending imperial golden light crashing toward the Formation's core.

Di Jun and Emperor Taiyi struck as well.

The River Diagram and Luo Script evolved into a star chart of the heavens.

The toll of the Chaos Bell suppressed space and time.

The Wu Clan experts were the most straightforward.

They roared in unison, their blood and vital energy condensing into mountain-like fist seals that smashed brutally into the Formation's patterns.

At this moment.

The factions that had once been hostile to one another were finally forced by the Ancestor Yin-Yang into a temporary alliance.

Even if their strength was suppressed.

Even if they still harbored schemes against one another.

Everyone understood.

If the Ancestor Yin-Yang did not fall, none of them would leave alive.

The Ancestor Yin-Yang sneered.

"A trapped beast's final struggle."

"After your realms have fallen, even if you join hands, what can you possibly do to This Seat?"

He activated the demon god's true phantom.

Yin and yang energies became an endless tide, crashing down upon everyone.

The Three Pure Ones' Magic Treasures shuddered, their radiance wavering.

The Two Saints of the West retreated again and again.

Fine cracks even appeared across the Haotian Mirror.

A corner of the Demon Race's star chart was scattered.

The Wu Clan experts were shaken until their blood and vital energy churned wildly.

Yet their attacks were not meaningless.

Because just as the Ancestor Yin-Yang divided his attention to