Zhang Yu overheard the entire conversation between Jiang Pojun and Jiang Ling.
He scoffed at Jiang Pojun's rhetoric about prioritizing the overall situation and the greater good of Human Race, and sneered inwardly.
"What kind of bullshit talk is this about Human Race righteousness and protecting all living beings?"
It's pure and simple selfishness, using the guise of righteousness to excuse themselves.
Zhang Yu felt an extreme disgust for the so-called Jiang Family and Sword Sect.
In contrast, Jiang Ling, consumed by hatred, evoked a greater sense of sympathy from Zhang Yu.
"Zhang Lingyun... the real Zhang Lingyun, has her Divine Soul truly vanished completely?"
Zhang Yu's mind raced.
He had spent some time with Zhang Lingyun, and they could even be considered close friends who could talk about anything, so naturally he didn't want her to die like this.
"We must try to find a way to save Zhang Lingyun's conscious self."
Zhang Yu made up his mind.
Just as Zhang Yu was rapidly pondering, the battle situation on the field suddenly changed!
"You wretched creature, today I will make your soul and spirit vanish under the scorching sun!"
Jiang Pojun was clearly enraged by Jiang Ling's stubbornness and accusations, and lost his last bit of patience.
"Great Sun Brahma Heaven!"
He roared, and a blazing sun slowly rose into the sky.
The move had the same name, but when it was used by Jiang Pojun, this ancient Remnant Soul, its power was completely different from when Qiu Ruobai used it before.
The moment the sun rose, terrifying heat and the all-purifying power of light swept across the land like a tsunami.
The entire capital of Wei seemed to have been instantly dragged from the darkness of night into the heart of the desert at midday.
The air was distorted by the scorching heat, vision was blurred and burning hot, and the stone slabs on the ground became scalding hot at a visible speed.
"Ah--."
"It's hot, so hot."
"Help!"
The ordinary people and low-level Martial Artist within the Imperial City were now facing utter annihilation.
The sun's rays shone indiscriminately on every corner, and the temperature soared to a level that was unbearable for ordinary people.
Jiang Ling was the first to bear the brunt, absorbing the vast majority of the Sun's power.
The dense Sea of Blood and Blood Sha Qi surrounding her dissipated and evaporated rapidly under the intense sunlight, like boiling water poured on snow.
She let out a shrill scream, desperately urging her Resentment Power and Sea of Blood to resist, but she was clearly powerless.
She Body Seizure Zhang Lingyun's body for too short a time, and her strength was far from returning to its peak.
Faced with Jiang Pojun's reckless actions, she instantly found herself at a complete disadvantage.
Zhang Wanning, who wasn't too far from the battlefield, only managed to let out half a scream before being struck by a stray beam of sunlight.
Before she could even react, her magnificent dress instantly burst into crimson-gold flames, which spread throughout her body like a malignant sore.
She only had time to let out a short, extremely miserable wail before she was burned to a small clump of Charred Ashes in just two or three breaths, which drifted away in the wind.
Zhang Heng, who hid behind a huge stone lion statue, avoided most of the direct sunlight and survived by sheer luck.
But the terrifying heat still made him feel like he was in an oven, breathing in scalding air that almost suffocated him.
"No, I don't want to die." Zhang Heng screamed frantically in his heart, despair engulfing him like a tidal wave.
At the critical moment, a glimmer of light shot out from Jiang Ling's body and entered Zhang Heng's body. "Kid, if you don't want to die, let me take control of your body, and I'll take you away."
"Who? Who are you?"
Zhang Heng was so frightened he almost jumped up, looking around in terror, only to see scorching, distorted air and blinding light.
"Shut up, do as I say if you want to live."
"I am Immortal from East Green Mountain, I have no time for idle talk."
The Spiritual Sense appeared extremely anxious, even carrying a hint of weakness and resentment.
Immortal of East Green Mountain?
Zhang Heng was taken aback, then recalled that in the conversation he had vaguely heard earlier, there seemed to be a mention of the Immortal from East Green Mountain Wenhua Academy blocking Jiang Ling.
The desire to live overwhelmed everything.
Zhang Heng quickly followed the instructions of the Spiritual Sense, relaxed his mind, and relinquished control of his body.
After taking control of Zhang Heng's body, the Old Ancestor Dongqing left the scene without hesitation.
Before leaving, the Old Ancestor Dongqing turned back and gave Jiang Pojun a deep look, his eyes flashing with deep-seated hatred and a trace of fear.
"What a Jiang Family! What a Jiang Pojun! Back then, he tricked me into making a move against that fool from the Wenhua Academy, almost causing my physical and mental demise."
I'll remember this debt!
We... have a long future ahead of us!
Back then, he and the two Immortal from the Wenhua Academy were misled or misled by Jiang Pojun, which is why they interfered in Jiang Ling's revenge.
As a result, they crashed into an iron plate, and the two Immortal of the academy perished.
He himself is now just a Remnant Soul, entangled with Jiang Ling's Obsession to this day, and has been suppressed by Jiang Ling ever since.
At this moment, Jiang Ling was focused on dealing with Jiang Pojun and was unable to suppress Old Ancestor Dongqing, which gave him the opportunity to escape.
His hatred for the Jiang Family is probably no less than that for Jiang Ling.
As time went by, the entire Imperial City had become a giant oven.
The people of the Imperial City were as if they were in a furnace, their skin instantly burned, writhing and howling in agony on the ground, with nowhere to escape.
In just a few breaths, in large areas closer to the battlefield, the screams of the living could no longer be heard; only charred corpses and burning remains remained.
This was no longer a battle, but an indiscriminate, devastating burning.
"Stop, you old dog!!"
Just as Jiang Ling was about to be completely purified by the scorching Great Sun Brahma Heaven, and the innocent people of the city were about to be turned into charred remains under the terrifying heat, in despair...
Zhang Yu couldn't resist making a move.
He could not stand idly by and watch the entire city's inhabitants be burned to death, nor could he stand idly by and watch Zhang Lingyun's body be burned.
If Zhang Lingyun's body is burned, even if her Divine Soul is not destroyed, she cannot be brought back to life.
"Spirit Soul Sword, Slash!"
Zhang Yu, who was hiding in the core of the Formation, suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes flashing with a sharp light.
He held nothing back, unleashing all his Soul Power without reservation.
"Presumptuous!!!"
Jiang Pojun turned his head sharply, his weathered eyes flashing with a mixture of shock and anger.
He was fully activating the Great Sun Brahma Heaven, focusing most of his mind and energy on suppressing Jiang Ling, and minimizing his defenses against the outside world.
This sudden sword strike, aimed directly at the Origin of his Divine Soul, was timed with exquisite precision, making him feel a real threat.
Left with no other choice, Jiang Pojun roared and threw a punch.
"Boom--!"
The silent collision exploded at the level of the Divine Soul.
Zhang Yu's sword strike, imbued with all his Soul Power, was easily crushed.
"Puff!"
Zhang Yu coughed up a mouthful of blood, his face turning deathly pale.
His Cultivation was still shallow, and forcibly urging all his Soul Power to attack a Remnant Soul that was suspected to the Land Immortal Realm was extremely dangerous, even if the opponent was caught off guard.
In the sky, the Radiant Sun dimmed noticeably the moment Jiang Pojun was distracted by the Spirit Soul Sword.
The terrifyingly high temperature and purifying power also weakened considerably.
"Um?"
Jiang Ling, who was about to be completely engulfed by the sun's rays, suddenly felt a relief from the pressure.
Her bloodshot eyes looked around with suspicion and uncertainty, finally settling on Zhang Yu.
Why did he help me?
Or is he trying to help Zhang Lingyun?
At the same time, the surviving civilians and Martial Artist of the city also gained a precious respite from the sudden decrease in temperature.
"You bastard, do you even know what you're doing?"
Jiang Pojun's roar was like thunder from the Nine Heavens, exploding in the sky above the Imperial City.
"Do you know what kind of bloodshed we will commit if we miss this opportunity and let this demon escape?"
His voice was filled with anger and a condescending questioning, as if Zhang Yu had committed an unforgivable and heinous crime.
Faced with Jiang Pojun's question, which contained terrifying pressure and anger, Zhang Yu did not back down and replied:
Whether she lives or dies, and whether she will commit further killings, that's a matter for the future.
He paused, took a deep breath, and said decisively:
"All I know is that if you keep burning like this, hundreds of thousands, even millions, of ordinary people in this Imperial City will die right now."
The Radiant Sun hung high above the ruined Imperial City, radiating light and heat that could burn everything in its path, and also reflecting in Jiang Pojun's cold, indifferent eyes, as if he were looking down at a swarm of ants.
To him, Zhang Yu's question about "human life being of paramount importance" sounded utterly absurd and laughable, like a summer insect trying to explain ice.
"A mere million Mortal?"
Jiang Pojun's voice was like ancient, frozen ice, devoid of any warmth, even carrying a hint of impatience and contempt for the questioner's foolishness:
"Just ants!"
"Life and death are but a fleeting moment in the cycle of heaven and earth, a mere wisp of dust. Is it really worth your shouting and obstructing my great cause of eliminating demons and protecting the righteous path?"
He controlled the destructive sun, his gaze sweeping over the scorched earth below, littered with corpses and wailing Imperial City of agony.
That look in his eyes was no different from looking down at an anthill that had been doused with boiling water.
There was no pity, no turmoil, only a slight annoyance at being disturbed.