A Flashy Display for Nothing
There was a moment of silence deep within the passage.
Immediately afterwards, one after another, dark figures stepped out from the crack.
Instead of charging forward like ordinary Abyss creatures, they walked out step by step, each step causing the ice beneath their feet to sink half an inch.
The aura of Titled Douluo- level expert was like a tangible wall, pushing out in all directions.
The Blood God Legion soldiers at the forefront all changed their expressions.
Without a command, the blue light screen behind them was pulled up to its brightest level almost simultaneously.
Tang Wulin and the others instantly regrouped, Xie Xie and Yuanen Yehui returned from the flanks, Ye Xinglan also stopped her sword, Xu Xiaoyan raised her hands, creating a net of Star Lines that reconnected the six of them to the same battlefield.
Without hesitation, Tang Wulin extended his right hand forward, and the Golden Dragon Spear fell into his palm.
The gun burst forth with golden light, sweeping out a fierce arc in front of him.
But before they could press down again, they saw that there was already another person at the front.
Yun Jingheng.
He had somehow already crossed the Blue Light Tower array and reached the center of the main battlefield.
Carrying the Moonlight Sword, he walked towards the nine Emperor figures that had just emerged.
Behind him stood the Blood God Camp, numbered from Blood One to Blood Nine, arranged in two rows.
Zhang Huanyun's voice came through the communicator, hushed to the minimum. "Blood God Legion, listen to my command! The rest of you, retreat and provide fire support! Blood God Camp, Yun Jingheng, engage!"
Upon receiving the order, the ordinary soldiers immediately retreated.
The entire plasma jet was converted into a cover.
The Blue Light Tower simultaneously increased its power to the maximum, temporarily blocking the reinforcements behind the Nine Emperors.
On the battlefield, only Yun Jingheng and the Blood God Camp remained.
On the other side were nine Abyss Monarch below the tenth level.
Eight Soul Ring rose from beneath Yun Jingheng's feet, six red and two orange-gold.
Cao Dezhi only had time to glance at it before the Emperor moved in unison.
They no longer keep their distance.
The three Emperor at the very front accelerated simultaneously, crushing towards Chao Yun Jingheng.
Six more figures spread out from behind, flanking from both sides.
Behind them, the passageway appeared to have been completely torn open.
Countless Abyss creatures surged out like a black tide, bypassing Yun Jingheng and rushing towards the Blood God Legion's ranks.
The light barrier of the tower array was simultaneously struck by tens of thousands of demonic creatures, causing the entire blue line to tremble.
The Blood God Legion's retreating fire swept across the area like raindrops, but it only caused the black tide to pause slightly before being covered by the next layer.
The battlefield was instantly split in two.
Half of it was a battleground between Yun Jingheng, the Blood God Camp, and the Abyss Monarch; the other half was a tug-of-war between the Abyss creatures and the entire legion.
Cao Dezhi, alone with his sword, faced the two Emperor on the left wing, each strike landing precisely on the thinnest part of Emperor limbs.
Blood Two and Blood Three flanked from the side; one was fast, and the other was crazy.
Blood Six and Blood Eight also moved to the other wing, holding back the two outermost Emperor.
Long Tianwu and Long Yuxue led their men to block the two lines, preventing the Abyss creatures from flanking the Blood God Camp's battle.
The battlefield was filled with the flashes of swords, the glint of blood, and blue-white plasma jets.
The ice was overturned, then frozen again, and then soaked through with black blood.
This is a battle that neither side can afford to retreat from.
Yun Jingheng had already collided with the three Emperor who were the first to charge.
His powerful left front kick nearly popped the eyeball out of the person directly in the path.
The Emperor's breastplate shattered, and he fell backward.
Using the momentum, Yun Jingheng flipped backward and unleashed his first Soul Skill, Crescent Slash.
Three sword lights flew out.
One imprinted itself on the Emperor's chest directly in front, another caught up with the Emperor on the left wing from the side, and yet another bypassed it, cutting diagonally into the second emperor rushing in from the right.
The Moonlight Mark lights up simultaneously.
He had barely landed, the moonlight still lingering beneath his feet, when he had already dashed off.
Third Soul Skill: New Moon Assault.
His body stretched into an extremely thin silver line across the icy plain, instantly passing through the Left Wing Emperor.
The mark is triggered, and the cooldown is reset to zero.
While still in mid-air, he swung back with a Crescent Slash, the sword light circling back and striking the Emperor's back, which had just been pierced, while simultaneously scraping towards another figure on his right.
The second attack has already begun, this time piercing through the right wing Emperor's waist.
Turning back, the sword flashed again.
He was like a beam of light constantly refracted by the moonlight, shuttling back and forth among the nine emperors.
Not a single landing point was repeated, and there was not a single pause.
Crescent Slash, Charge, Another Crescent Slash, Another Charge.
The Moonlight Mark kept lighting up, being consumed, and being reapplied.
His sword and he were inseparable; there was only light.
Only silver-white lines weave a web back and forth among the giant black shadows.
It was so fast that it was impossible to tell which was a thrust and which was a slash.
All that could be seen were the increasing number and density of sword marks on the Emperor' bodies.
They want to fight back.
But every time he raised his hand, Yun Jingheng had already passed through them and landed on the other side.
They didn't even dare to move anymore.
Because as long as he carries the mark, he will rush back from the most unexpected direction in the next instant.
The three emperors attempted to encircle Yun Jingheng he suddenly paused and used his second Soul Skill, Moonlight Protection.
A halo exploded from his body, pulling the four closest Emperor a step closer to him.
The mark remains, the shield has been generated.
He deliberately didn't dodge, taking the full force of the heavy blow from the Emperor on the left.
The shield shattered, and the frost exploded.
The four Emperor were simultaneously frozen in place.
He used that 0.5-second invincibility to launch a counterattack.
He passed between the four emperors, and when he turned around, his sword was already flashing.
Sword flourishes: one circle, two circles, four circles, eight circles.
The crescent-shaped sword energy surged forth from the sword flowers like a torrential rain, tearing the armor of the two Emperor to shreds.
The sword energy was so dense that even the black blood was blown into mist.
Yun Jingheng advanced amidst his sword dance, the moon beneath his feet shifting from Crescent Moon to Full Moon.
Each sword strike now carries true damage that ignores defense.
The two Emperor were forced back by the sword dance, their wounds so deep that bone was visible.
Yun Jingheng suddenly stopped his sword, a flash of silver light in his eyes.
Fifth Soul Skill: Nine Sword Heavenly Prison.
Nine sword shadows descended from the sky, sealing off the entire killing field.
All the Abyss Monarch were pinned down at the same time; they tried to move, but found their feet were welded to the ice.
In the blink of an eye, Yun Jingheng had restarted.
Crescent Slash, Charge, Crescent Slash, Charge—he doesn't even need to chase anymore.
All nine emperors became targets.
He bounced between the nine black pillars.
Each time a sword passed through a statue, it took away a clump of black blood; with each swing of the sword, a mark lit up, only to be torn apart by the next attack.
Tang Wulin swept away the Abyss creatures in front of him with a single shot, and couldn't help but glance over there.
This is Yun Jingheng. After four months apart, he looks even less human.
Wherever the moonlight shines, one can advance; wherever the mark is, one can continue the connection.
The more the Emperor struggled, the more moon marks appeared; the more they fled, the faster the sword light flashed.
The first one finally couldn't hold on any longer; its knees exploded, and its massive body collapsed forward.
Yun Jingheng stepped over its back, and with a backhand slash, severed the second statue's right arm.
Yun Jingheng had already suddenly appeared behind the third statue.
The fourth one let out an extremely sharp roar, as if pleading for help.
However, the Nine Sword Heavenly Prison sealed off their escape route, rendering their calls for help useless and preventing them from even fleeing.
Yun Jingheng passed through them again, and the moonlight grew brighter.
He was so fast that he left afterimages on the ground.
A continuous stream of moonlight shone between the nine emperors, never ceasing.
Yun Jingheng only stopped when the last Emperor knelt down.
He stood amidst nine Emperor whose statues had been shattered into pieces, the Moonlight Sword hanging at his side.
The sword was still dripping blood. He slowly turned his head and looked into the deeper passage.
This is exhausting. I feel like I wasted my time showing off. Xing Lan might not even have time to watch me. What was the point of me showing off for so long?
Next time, just behead them.