Golden light surged in his palm, and Chen Wuya's right arm trembled faintly. He could feel the misaligned force flowing backward through his meridians like a tide, forcibly stripping away thirty percent of his strength and condensing it between shoulder and elbow in an instant, forming a warped protective ring. In the distance, Tuoba Lie's aura suddenly swelled. His silver armor burst apart, blood mist spraying from his seven orifices. He was like a burning torch; before his blade even fell, the air had already been torn apart.
The Blood Demon Saber rose high above his head, scarlet currents coiling around its blade as the ground cracked inch by inch. That power had already surpassed the realm of martial arts; it was more like a sacrifice that traded life for life. As the saber intent bore down, the mechanism array let out a piercing wail. Bronze pipes twisted, fire-oil jets died out, and the control lever in Chen Xuan's hands suddenly sank, nearly slipping from his grip.
Bai Zhi stumbled, planting her flexible sword against the ground before she could steady herself. She looked up toward the center of the battlefield. Chen Wuya still stood tall, yet he seemed like a bowstring drawn to its very limit.
Tuoba Lie roared, "Blood Demon Saber: Soul-Burning Form!"
The saber force swept across a hundred zhang, blood waves churning. Wherever it passed, stone fragments turned to dust, and even the wind was dyed dark red. This strike was not merely a killing move—it was meant to sever the very foundation of Misaligned Force Resonance. If Chen Wuya dared take it head-on, death was certain.
But Chen Wuya moved.
He did not retreat. Instead, he stepped forward half a pace, his left foot sinking into a pit of shattered stone. With a twist of