In the void, Su Yi drove the Contending Bell with all his strength.
The bell's toll boomed without cease, rolling out wave after wave of sound that spread endlessly between heaven and earth.
Yet every time, Taihao Xuan Zhen shattered it with the Good Fortune Ruler.
As the overwhelming attacks were about to blast Su Yi apart, he advanced instead of retreating. Directly, he used the Contending Bell to raise a heavy curtain of light, as thick and weighty as chaos itself, shielding his entire body.
Meanwhile, his figure shifted across the skies as he charged toward the nearest Dao Ancestor.
Boom—!
The chaos light curtain raised by the Contending Bell suffered dreadful devastation, jolting Su Yi's face pale and drawing blood from his lips.
The all-encompassing assault launched by more than ten Dao Ancestors was simply too terrifying. Even with Su Yi fighting at full strength, injuries were unavoidable.
Yet he still pressed forward despite his wounds.
His gaze was clear, calm as an ancient well.
Without the slightest emotional ripple.
In such a predicament, there was no hope of killing an enemy, much less of resisting all the Dao Ancestors alone.
At least for now, Su Yi was still far from capable of that.
He knew his own limits.
One against one was manageable.
One against many gave him no chance at all.
Thus, if he wanted to break out, he had to stake everything.
Even if it meant getting injured, he had to carve out an opening!
The nearest Dao Ancestor was a tall, middle-aged man in black robes, holding a gleaming Golden Great Halberd.
Seeing Su Yi charge at him, the black-robed middle-aged man shouted and swept his Golden Great Halberd forth, unleashing towering golden radiance as he cleaved down.
At virtually the same moment, killing