This was a scene that nearly shattered their worldview; it would not be an exaggeration to say it would be passed down for ages.
Lin Xuan had never changed positions. His gaze remained calm, while the immortal-like aura around him could no longer be concealed.
At this moment, he was like an immortal descending into the mortal world—invincible beneath heaven, standing apart from all else.
"Spirit Blade!"
Facing the forty people who had already fallen heavily to the ground, grievously wounded and even on the verge of death, Lin Xuan had no intention of holding back.
Spiritual power surged from his Spiritual Sea, transforming into invisible blades that swept forth.
And that was not all. Under Absolute Control, the scarce Yin attribute power within the Chaotic Lands poured into him.
Dazzling silver light appeared, and the Spirit Blades turned from illusion into substance.
Before everyone's eyes, another silver tide emerged, several shades brighter than the radiant moon at night, breathtakingly beautiful.
Yet beneath that beauty seemed to lurk boundless killing intent.
"No!"
Wei Tao, who had forced himself to his feet after crashing down, let out a thunderous roar.
From that silver light, he sensed limitless killing intent.
In the sky, the phenomenon of Desolate God Descends the Heavens erupted violently, its terrifying might empowering him.
Wei Tao fiercely smashed out with both hammers, attempting to block the silver tide before him.
But something bizarre happened. The silver tide passed straight through his attack—and through him as well.
"Whoosh..."
A gentle breeze swept past. Wei Tao froze where he stood, the divine light in his eyes fading away and vanishing, leaving no trace of life.
His spirit had been obliterated. Spirit Blades directly attacked the spirit.
The spirit was like a lamp—when the lamp went out, the person died!
"Bang!"