The Sky Training Ground fell deathly silent, inside and out.
Every gaze—whether from the three supreme figures of the Demonic Cultivator camp, the tense fellow cultivators on the cultivators' side, or countless spectators within the Demonic Lotus Realm who sensed the battle through celestial phenomena—was fixed upon the tiny patch of ground, less than thirty meters across, at the heart of the Training Ground.
Thirty meters—what distance was that, even to an ordinary mortal?
Yet for experts like Chen Fei and Yu Yanyang, whose every gesture could stir the power of heaven and earth, it was a killing zone where life and death could be decided in an instant.
A moment ago, Yu Yanyang had still intended to rely on the peerless piercing power of the Carefree Canon to unravel the array thread by thread, breaking it layer by layer.
But in the next instant, he abandoned all myriad transformations. His body became a shadow as he charged straight for the center, concentrating all his power at the fan's sharp tip and unleashing a heaven-shattering killing strike.
This scene was strikingly similar to Pang Yanen's earlier tactic: rather than retreating, he advanced, engaging in close combat and crushing his opponent with absolute cultivation.
But in essence, they were completely different.
Pang Yanen had done so out of helplessness. Unable to break through the Array Wall and attack from afar, he had been forced into close quarters.
Yu Yanyang, however, had chosen it willingly. He intended to exploit his cultivation method's traits to pierce through the Array Wall and launch a decapitation strike.
Both its danger and its likelihood of success far surpassed Pang Yanen's attempt.
If Yu Yanyang's attack successfully pierced the Array Wall and struck Chen Fei's true body, then with Chen Fei's cultivation at merely the Late Stage