Abyss Second Team Dies, Your Sternest Father Is Here

This match was a completely overwhelming victory. Ye Xinglan was unimaginably powerful; alone, she could pin down three people and dunk on them hard. Almost every slash left obvious wounds on the three of them. Though they could devour energy to heal themselves, it was nowhere near fast enough to keep up with the rate at which they were being injured.

Even more terrifying was that each of Ye Xinglan's strikes was stronger than the last!

Not only could the sword intent coiling around their wounds not be removed, even the cloudless sky had gained a hint of Starlight Power. And as time passed, the closer it drew to night, the less Ye Xinglan's attacks were simple slashes—her sword aura had begun to carry a kind of golden energy.

When a single sword fell, the Abyss, devouring, whatever it was—all of it turned into scrap in a trash can.

In their last moments, Yuan Ba, Yuan Jiu, and Yuan Shi practically saw only a sword light spanning the horizon cleaving toward them. Then they lost consciousness.

In the spectator stands, silence reigned. They had practically watched with their own eyes as Ye Xinglan cut those pieces of trash from the Abyss into fragments with just a few swings. Though the other side pieced themselves back together, it still left the crowd fired up.

But what happened afterward made them feel a little creeped out. Ye Xinglan had practically unleashed three slashes in a single second, cutting the three of them into several pieces respectively. Especially when the sword energy swept toward certain places, many people felt their legs tighten.

The three died in different ways: one was bisected at the waist, severed directly in two at the connection between the pelvis and spine.

One was split vertically, cleaved straight into