Its life force was rapidly draining away.
Yet the aura surrounding him was crazily surging upward in an utterly inconceivable way.
That power had even surpassed the limits of his prime.
"With my ruined body, I shall reforge the sword soul. With my remnant soul, I shall make the Demon Punishing Light shine once more."
Old Ancestor Xuan Chen's voice had already grown hoarse and ethereal, yet it carried an obsession that pierced through the ages.
Buzz, buzz, buzz!
The Demon Slaying Sword Formation's light, which had originally dimmed to the verge of extinction,
surged once more under the infusion of Old Ancestor Xuan Chen's all-or-nothing source power.
Brilliant, dazzling divine radiance once again illuminated this dim, chaotic land.
Ten thousand streams of Sword Qi condensed anew.
They were denser, sharper, and more magnificent than before.
Every stream of Sword Qi seemed to bear the imprint of Old Ancestor Xuan Chen's unyielding will and his resolve to die.
Finally, those ten thousand streams of Sword Qi, which had regained their supreme divine might, rapidly gathered and condensed in the air.
They transformed into a Demon Punishing Light as thick as a mountain and dazzling to the extreme.
It seemed capable of piercing through the Nine Heavens and Ten Lands and cleaving down all the evil demons of the ages.
The Demon Punishing Light locked onto that arrogant Demon Shadow.
Carrying a supreme will to destroy and purify everything, it ruthlessly stabbed forward.
"Oh no." The demon lord let out a shriek of anguish unlike any it had ever uttered before.
Its voice was filled with boundless terror, unwillingness, and pain.
It sensed an unprecedented crisis of death and wanted to dodge, wanted to flee.
But before that Demon Punishing Light, which had burned away everything belonging to a Peak Divine