Master's Sect Secretly Transmitted Sword Array

As they were about to land, Yan Zhao suppressed the surging pain in his body like a tide, gritted his teeth, veins bulging on his forehead, and he used all his remaining Spiritual Energy.

As the Spiritual Energy circulated, Yan Zhao's body trembled slightly, but he still held his stance firmly, not letting himself fall. He took a deep breath, a resolute glint flashing in his eyes, and then, without hesitation, charged at the Demon God again.

At the same time, the White-Clad Sword Hero was not to be outdone, his figure following like lightning. Both of them moved as fast as the wind, and in the blink of an eye, they streaked across the sky like meteors, charging directly at the Demon God.

Just then, a flash of inspiration struck Yan Zhao's mind, and he remembered the Sword Array technique passed down by his sect. It was an extremely intricate formation that required perfect coordination between two people to unleash its full power.

Yan Zhao had no time to think, and he immediately contacted the White-Clad Sword Hero through telepathy, quickly conveying the key points of the Sword Array technique to him. The White-Clad Sword Hero understood, and the two instantly achieved a tacit understanding.

They moved around the Demon God like phantoms, their long swords drawing dazzling sword lights in the air. In the blink of an eye, a Sword Array woven from sword lights quickly took shape around the Demon God.

The light within the Sword Array flowed endlessly, like the twinkling stars in the night sky, and each sword light contained endless killing intent and sharp sword momentum. Trapped by this sudden Sword Array, the Demon God felt a powerful pressure envelop its entire body.

Sensing that the Sword Array was no ordinary feat, the Demon God began to struggle frantically. Demonic Energy surged around it like churning ink clouds, attempting to break free from the Sword Array's restraints. However, the power of the Sword Array far exceeded the Demon God's expectations; no matter how it struggled, it could not shake the Sword Array in the slightest.

Yan Zhao and the White-Clad Sword Hero controlled the Sword Array with full concentration, their every movement precise and powerful. The Sword Array acted like a finely tuned machine, continuously shrinking its encirclement, giving the Demon God no chance to breathe.

However, just as they thought victory was within their grasp, the Demon God suddenly unleashed a powerful surge of Demonic Energy. This Demonic Energy, like a surging ocean wave, violently impacted a corner of the Sword Array. With a loud roar, a corner of the Sword Array was instantly scattered, and Yan Zhao and the White-Clad Sword Hero were also pushed back several steps by this immense force.

Despite suffering heavy blows, Yan Zhao and the White-Clad Sword Hero did not give up. They quickly adjusted their states, closed the Sword Array again, and continued to press towards the Demon God.

Yan Zhao took a deep breath and took out a mysterious talisman from his bosom. The talisman looked quite ancient, inscribed with complex runes, and emitted a faint glow.

Yan Zhao continuously poured his Spiritual Energy into the talisman, and the talisman's light grew brighter and brighter, eventually becoming as dazzling as the sun.

"This is a Demon Suppressing Talisman, let's see how you resist!" Yan Zhao shouted, and the talisman in his hand shot towards the Demon God like an arrow loosed from a bow.

The golden light streaked across the void like lightning, carrying unparalleled might, and shot directly towards the Demon God.

Seeing this, the Demon God's lips curled into a cold sneer, as if it disdained the Demon Suppressing Talisman wrapped in golden light. It suddenly opened its monstrous maw, and a black flame erupted like a fire dragon, spewing directly towards the Demon Suppressing Talisman. In the blink of an eye, the black flame tightly enveloped the Demon Suppressing Talisman and burned fiercely.

Witnessing this scene, Yan Zhao's face instantly turned pale, and he inwardly cursed his misfortune. He had originally hoped that this Demon Suppressing Talisman could hinder the Demon God, but he never expected the Demon God to so easily devour it.

However, just as Yan Zhao was stunned, the White-Clad Sword Hero beside him suddenly shouted, "Yan Zhao, don't panic! I will use my own Spiritual Energy as a guide, and you seize the opportunity to cast the Sword Array again!" Before he finished speaking, a dazzling light erupted from the White-Clad Sword Hero's body, as brilliant as the sun. The Spiritual Energy within him surged out like a flood from a broken dam, forming a powerful torrent of Spiritual Energy, like a ferocious beast, roaring and pouncing towards the Demon God.

The Demon God clearly did not expect the White-Clad Sword Hero to suddenly launch such a fierce attack. It was struck by this surging torrent of Spiritual Energy, its body jolted violently, as if it had suffered a severe blow.

Seeing this, Yan Zhao's heart rejoiced. He immediately snapped back to his senses, circulated the Spiritual Energy in his body without hesitation, rapidly formed seals with his hands, and recast the Sword Array. This time, the Sword Array's light was even more dazzling than before, with faint sounds of dragon roars and tiger cries emanating from within, as if the entire Sword Array had been imbued with life.

Once again trapped by the Sword Array, the Demon God's rage erupted like a volcano, its roars echoing through the heavens, shaking the surrounding air as if it would explode. Its Demonic Energy surged wildly like an enraged beast, attempting to break free from the Sword Array's restraints.

However, the coordination between Yan Zhao and the White-Clad Sword Hero was seamless. Their Sword Array was like an impenetrable fortress; no matter how the Demon God struggled, it could not shake it in the slightest. The Sword Array continuously compressed, narrowing the Demon God's space to move, as if cornering it into a desperate situation.

The Demon God's roars grew more and more desperate, and its Demonic Energy became increasingly violent, but all of it was in vain. The Sword Array of Yan Zhao and the White-Clad Sword Hero was like a giant meat grinder, devouring and crushing the Demon God's Demonic Energy bit by bit.

Finally, after a flash of dazzling light, the Demon God let out a final, despairing roar. The sound was like a wail from hell, chilling to the bone. With this roar, the Demon God's body seemed to have all its strength drained away, and it slowly collapsed to the ground, its Demonic Energy also receding like a tide.

Yan Zhao and the White-Clad Sword Hero exchanged smiles. Although they were both exhausted, their eyes were filled with the joy of victory. In this fierce battle against the Demon God, they had endured countless hardships and paid a great price, and now, the dawn of victory had finally arrived.

Just as they thought the battle was over, the Demon God, which was about to dissipate, suddenly let out a strange laugh. The laughter echoed in the silent space, making one's hair stand on end. Immediately after, a black shadow shot out from the Demon God's body like lightning, its speed astonishing.

Yan Zhao and the White-Clad Sword Hero looked closely and saw that this black shadow was actually a Remnant Soul of the Demon God! It seemed to possess its own consciousness and was heading straight for an ancient Ruins not far away.

Seeing this, Yan Zhao and the White-Clad Sword Hero's hearts tightened. They dared not delay, and dragging their exhausted bodies, they chased after it with all their might.

Upon entering the Ruins, a chilling and terrifying aura assailed them, making them feel suffocated. The air was filled with the smell of decay, and strange Runes flickered on the surrounding walls, as if telling the horrific stories that had once happened here.

Suddenly, the ground began to tremble violently, emitting a rumbling sound. Yan Zhao and the White-Clad Sword Hero's faces changed drastically; they realized this was a trap set by the Demon God's Remnant Soul.

As expected, with the ground shaking, countless Stone Figurines burst out from underground, surrounding them. These Stone Figurines exuded an evil aura that sent shivers down one's spine.

After exchanging glances, Yan Zhao and the White-Clad Sword Hero did not hesitate to raise their long swords again and charged into the group of Stone Figurines like two bolts of lightning. Their swordsmanship was as fierce as a storm, each strike containing boundless power, and they engaged in a thrilling battle with the Stone Figurines.

In this fierce struggle, Yan Zhao and the White-Clad Sword Hero's bodies were already exhausted, but the belief in their hearts burned like a flame, supporting them to continue fighting. They knew that only by completely destroying the Demon God's Remnant Soul could this land be restored to peace.

However, the Stone Figurines were numerous, and their attacks were exceptionally fierce. Yan Zhao and the White-Clad Sword Hero gradually fell into a passive position. Just as the battle reached a stalemate, Yan Zhao suddenly noticed that the movements of the Stone Figurines seemed to follow a pattern. He observed closely and found that although the Stone Figurines' attacks appeared chaotic, they were actually carried out with a certain rhythm and sequence.

Yan Zhao's heart stirred, and he immediately shared this discovery with the White-Clad Sword Hero. The two exchanged a knowing smile, instantly understanding each other's thoughts. Thus, they began to cooperate closely, skillfully evading the Stone Figurines' attacks according to their rhythm, and delivering fatal blows at the opportune moments.

As time passed, Yan Zhao and the White-Clad Sword Hero gradually grasped the Stone Figurines' weaknesses. Their attacks became more precise, and the Stone Figurines began to fall one by one. Finally, after an arduous and tenacious battle, the last Stone Figurine also crashed to the ground, and the Demon God's Remnant Soul was completely annihilated.