Just as they were about to hit the ground, Yan Zhao endured the tidal waves of pain wracking his body. Gritting his teeth until the veins on his forehead bulged, he forced every last trace of spiritual power within him into motion.
As his spiritual power circulated, Yan Zhao's body trembled slightly, yet he held himself steady and refused to fall. He took a deep breath, determination flashing through his eyes, then charged at the Demon God once more without hesitation.
At the same time, the White-Clad Sword Hero showed no weakness. His figure followed close behind like lightning. The two of them moved as swiftly as the wind, streaking across the sky like meteors in the blink of an eye as they charged straight at the Demon God.
At that moment, inspiration suddenly struck Yan Zhao. He recalled the secret sword formation passed down by his master. It was an exceptionally intricate formation that required flawless cooperation between two people to unleash its greatest power.
Yan Zhao had no time to think further. He immediately contacted the White-Clad Sword Hero through their spiritual connection and swiftly conveyed the key points of the sword formation to him. The White-Clad Sword Hero understood at once, and the two instantly fell into perfect sync.
They moved rapidly around the Demon God like phantoms, the longswords in their hands carving dazzling arcs of sword light through the air. In the blink of an eye, a sword formation woven from countless streaks of sword light took shape around the Demon God.
Light flowed endlessly within the sword formation, glittering like stars in the night sky. Every streak of sword light contained boundless killing intent and razor-sharp sword force. Trapped by the sudden formation, the Demon God immediately felt immense pressure envelop his entire body.
Sensing that the sword formation was far from ordinary, the Demon God began to struggle madly. Demonic Energy spilled from his body like rolling ink-black clouds as he tried to break free from the formation's restraints. Yet the formation's power far exceeded his expectations. No matter how he struggled, he could not shake it in the slightest.
Yan Zhao and the White-Clad Sword Hero focused completely on controlling the formation. Every movement they made was precise and powerful. Like a finely crafted machine, the sword formation continuously tightened its encirclement, leaving the Demon God no chance to catch his breath.
However, just as they thought victory was in their grasp, the Demon God suddenly erupted with a powerful surge of Demonic Energy. Like a raging tidal wave, it slammed violently into one corner of the sword formation. A thunderous boom rang out as that corner was instantly scattered, sending Yan Zhao and the White-Clad Sword Hero staggering back several steps under the tremendous force.
Despite suffering a heavy blow, Yan Zhao and the White-Clad Sword Hero did not give up. They quickly steadied themselves, closed the sword formation again, and continued pressing toward the Demon God.
Yan Zhao took a deep breath and pulled a mysterious talisman from his robe. It appeared ancient, covered in intricate runes and emitting a faint glow.
Yan Zhao continuously poured his spiritual power into the talisman. Its light grew brighter and brighter until it shone as brilliantly as the sun.
"This is the Demon Suppressing Talisman. Let's see how you block this!" Yan Zhao shouted. The talisman in his hand shot straight toward the Demon God like an arrow released from the bowstring.
The golden light tore through the void like lightning, carrying incomparable might as it flew directly at the Demon God.
Seeing this, the Demon God curled his lips into a cold smile, as though he disdained the Demon Suppressing Talisman wrapped in golden light. He suddenly opened his gaping maw, spewing forth Black Flames like a fiery dragon that swept straight toward the talisman. In the blink of an eye, the Black Flames tightly engulfed the Demon Suppressing Talisman and burned fiercely.
Yan Zhao's face instantly turned pale at the sight. This is bad! He had hoped the Demon Suppressing Talisman would at least hinder the Demon God, but he had not expected him to devour it so easily.
Yet just as Yan Zhao stood stunned, the White-Clad Sword Hero suddenly shouted, "Yan Zhao, don't panic! I will use my spiritual power as the lure. Take this chance to cast the sword formation again!" Before his words had faded, dazzling light erupted from the White-Clad Sword Hero's body, as radiant as the sun. The spiritual power within him surged forth endlessly like floodwaters bursting through a broken dam, forming a mighty torrent that pounced at the Demon God with the roar of a savage beast.
The Demon God clearly had not expected the White-Clad Sword Hero to launch such a fierce attack so suddenly. Struck by the surging torrent of spiritual power, his body abruptly stalled as though he had suffered a severe blow.
Seeing this, Yan Zhao was overjoyed. He immediately came to his senses, circulated his spiritual power without delay, and swiftly formed hand seals to set up the sword formation once more. This time, the formation's light was even more dazzling than before. Faint sounds of dragon roars and tiger howls emerged from within, as though the entire formation had been granted life.
The Demon God was trapped by the sword formation again. His fury erupted like a volcano, and his roar shook the heavens, making the surrounding air seem ready to explode. The Demonic Energy around him writhed wildly like an enraged beast, trying to break through the formation's restraints.
However, Yan Zhao and the White-Clad Sword Hero worked together flawlessly. Their sword formation was like an impenetrable wall of bronze and iron. No matter how the Demon God struggled, he could not budge it in the slightest. The formation continued to compress, squeezing his space for movement smaller and smaller, as though it intended to drive him into a dead end.
The Demon God's roars grew ever more shrill, and his Demonic Energy grew increasingly violent, but none of it helped. Yan Zhao and the White-Clad Sword Hero's sword formation was like a massive meat grinder, swallowing and crushing the Demon God's Demonic Energy bit by bit.
Finally, after a burst of dazzling light, the Demon God let out one last despairing roar. It sounded like a wail from hell itself, sending chills down one's spine. With that roar, his body seemed to have been drained of all strength, slowly collapsing to the ground as his Demonic Energy rapidly receded like the tide.
Yan Zhao and the White-Clad Sword Hero exchanged smiles. Though both were utterly exhausted, their eyes brimmed with the joy of victory. In this brutal battle against the Demon God, they had overcome countless hardships and paid an enormous price. At last, the dawn of victory had arrived.
Just as they believed the battle was over, the Demon God, who had been on the verge of dissipating, suddenly let out an eerie laugh. The laughter echoed through the silent space, sending shivers down their spines. Immediately afterward, a Shadow Figure shot out of the Demon God's body like lightning, moving with breathtaking speed.
Yan Zhao and the White-Clad Sword Hero looked closely and discovered that the Shadow Figure was actually a wisp of the Demon God's Remnant Soul! He seemed to possess a will of his own as he raced directly toward an ancient ruin in the distance.
Yan Zhao and the White-Clad Sword Hero's hearts tightened. They did not dare waste a moment, dragging their exhausted bodies after him with all their remaining strength.
After entering the ruins, a sinister and terrifying aura rushed toward them, making it hard to breathe. The place reeked of decay, while strange runes flickered across the surrounding walls, as though recounting the horrors that had once taken place there.
Suddenly, the ground began to shake violently with a rumbling roar. Yan Zhao and the White-Clad Sword Hero's expressions changed drastically as they realized this was a trap set by the Demon God's Remnant Soul.
Sure enough, as the ground trembled, countless Stone Figurines burst from the earth and surrounded them completely. An evil aura radiated from the Stone Figurines, sending a chill through the air.
After exchanging a glance, Yan Zhao and the White-Clad Sword Hero raised their longswords again without hesitation and charged into the Stone Figurines like twin bolts of lightning. Their swordsmanship was as fierce as a storm, every strike containing boundless power as they launched into a breathtaking battle against the Stone Figurines.
During the fierce fight, Yan Zhao and the White-Clad Sword Hero's bodies had long since been pushed to their limits, but the conviction in their hearts burned like fire, supporting them as they continued to fight. They knew that only by completely destroying the Demon God's Remnant Soul could this land regain its peace.
However, the Stone Figurines were numerous, and their attacks were exceptionally fierce. Yan Zhao and the White-Clad Sword Hero gradually fell onto the defensive. Just as the battle reached a stalemate, Yan Zhao suddenly noticed that the Stone Figurines' movements seemed to follow some pattern. He watched closely and discovered that although their attacks appeared chaotic, they were actually carried out according to a certain rhythm and sequence.
Yan Zhao's heart stirred, and he immediately told the White-Clad Sword Hero what he had noticed. The two exchanged smiles, instantly understanding each other's intentions. They began to coordinate closely, skillfully evading the Stone Figurines' attacks according to their rhythm and striking with fatal blows at the right moments.
As time passed, Yan Zhao and the White-Clad Sword Hero gradually grasped the Stone Figurines' weaknesses. Their attacks became increasingly precise, and the Stone Figurines began falling one after another. At last, after a grueling battle, the final Stone Figurine crashed to the ground, and the Demon God's Remnant Soul was completely destroyed.
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