However, just as Yan Zhao turned to leave, a powerful pressure descended upon him like Mount Tai crushing an egg. His heart tightened, and he spun around sharply, only to see the Eight-armed Rakshasa, the Mechanical Creature, and the Mysterious Person closing in again like ghosts, forming an impenetrable encirclement.
The three clearly refused to let Yan Zhao escape so easily. Their gazes met, revealing greed and ruthlessness. Yan Zhao gripped the Green Ping Sword tightly, its blade flashing with dazzling light as though answering the resolve in his heart.
His face was as still as water as he coldly stared at the three opponents before him, without the slightest fear. The horn of battle sounded in an instant. Like an enraged lion, Yan Zhao swung the Green Ping Sword fiercely, its momentum as swift and violent as wind and rain. Streams of sword qi roared toward his enemies like rainbows piercing the sun.
Seeing this, the Eight-armed Rakshasa spun his eight arms like windmills, each hand gripping a different weapon—blades, axes, hooks, and forks—thrusting, cleaving, chopping, and slicing as they clashed with Yan Zhao's sword techniques. The ringing of metal filled the air, and sparks flew in every direction.
The Mechanical Creature let out a piercing roar as its body began to transform. Countless metal components rapidly assembled, and in the blink of an eye, it became a massive war machine. Its arms turned into two enormous cannons, continuously firing scorching shells that streaked across the sky like meteors and blasted straight toward Yan Zhao.
The Mysterious Person stood some distance away, chanting under his breath as his hands continuously formed strange seals. As he cast his technique, the surrounding air seemed to twist. Mysterious waves of energy spread outward like ripples, forming a powerful energy shield that tightly protected him and the other two within it.
For a time, lava splashed and flames danced, engulfing the entire battlefield in blazing fire. Yet Yan Zhao did not fall behind under the ferocious assault. His agile figure darted between cannon fire and flashing blades, while the Green Ping Sword in his hand moved like a nimble venomous snake, constantly searching for openings in his enemies' defenses.
As time passed, Yan Zhao gradually adapted to the rhythm of their attacks and began to counterattack. His swordsmanship became increasingly exquisite, each strike containing boundless power. Wherever his sword force passed, whether it was the Eight-armed Rakshasa's weapons or the Mechanical Creature's shells, all were effortlessly torn apart.
Yan Zhao's momentum surged like the midday sun, and the more he fought, the braver he became. At last, after an exquisite sword move, he successfully broke through the enemy's defenses and charged directly at the Eight-armed Rakshasa. Just as he prepared to deliver the fatal blow, the Mysterious Person suddenly shouted and swept both hands forward. A dazzling teleportation light abruptly flared.
The light vanished in an instant, and the Eight-armed Rakshasa and the Mechanical Creature disappeared without a trace as though struck by magic. Yan Zhao frowned at the sight, but he did not linger. He knew time was pressing and could not allow his enemies a chance to catch their breath.
He swiftly leaped onto the Ice Dragon's back and flicked the reins in his hand. Like an arrow released from its bow, the Ice Dragon sped toward the Observer Colossus. The final battle that would decide the fate of the world was about to begin there.
Yan Zhao rode the Ice Dragon through the sky as fierce winds howled past. Before long, the enormous figure of the Observer Colossus appeared ahead. It stood upon a barren land, radiating an evil aura. The moment Yan Zhao approached, the colossus moved, extending a massive arm to swat the Ice Dragon. The Ice Dragon let out a roar and nimbly dodged. Yan Zhao leaped from its back, Green Ping Sword in hand, and thrust toward the colossus's core. The colossus unleashed waves of black energy that collided violently with Yan Zhao's sword qi, producing deafening explosions. Just as Yan Zhao focused on attacking the colossus, the Mysterious Person suddenly reappeared with the Eight-armed Rakshasa and the Mechanical Creature, launching a sneak attack from behind. Attacked from both front and rear, Yan Zhao found it difficult to cope for a moment. Yet he quickly calmed himself and activated the power of the Green Ping Sword, forming a powerful defensive shield that blocked their attacks. Then he unleashed the Green Ping Sword's strongest sword art, sword qi pouring forth like a galaxy cascading from the heavens, while the Ice Dragon cooperated by breathing out Extreme Cold Qi. Under this overwhelming attack, the Mysterious Person and the others, along with the Observer Colossus, swayed on the verge of collapse. Yan Zhao knew victory was within reach. But just as he thought victory was assured, the Observer Colossus suddenly let out an earth-shaking roar, and the evil aura around it surged wildly. It forcibly gathered its strength and reflected Yan Zhao's sword qi and the Ice Dragon's Extreme Cold Qi back at them. Caught off guard, Yan Zhao's defensive shield shattered instantly, and he was blasted away by the tremendous force. The Ice Dragon was also severely wounded and fell with a mournful cry. Seeing this, the Mysterious Person and the others seized the chance to surround and attack Yan Zhao again. Blood seeped from the corner of Yan Zhao's mouth, yet he did not retreat in the slightest. Gritting his teeth, he tightened his grip on the Green Ping Sword as the spiritual power within him circulated madly. Just as the Mysterious Person and the others were about to reach him, Yan Zhao unleashed his long-hidden ultimate move—the Green Ping Sword's Ultimate Sword Intent. A dazzling white light flashed, and the sword intent slashed at the enemies as though it had taken physical form. The Mysterious Person and the others were suppressed by this immense sword intent, unable to move. The Observer Colossus was also struck in its core by the sword intent and collapsed with a thunderous crash. As the enemies fell, the earth returned to calm. Yan Zhao let out a breath of relief. He knew that he had finally won this battle that would decide the fate of the world.
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