Buzz buzz buzz...
A great number of Spirit Race powerhouses had already shot into the sky, tearing through space as they came from every direction of Divine Spirit Main Island.
At the same time...
Ling Zhe's spirit projection went mad again. "Yu Xianpo, you're dead for sure. This is Divine Spirit Main Island—you'll come here, but you'll never return."
Yu Xianpo merely smiled. "Is that so? Since I dared to come, I can leave."
With a buzz...
Sword radiance suddenly erupted in a frenzy, ripping Ling Zhe's grand formation completely to shreds. Yu Xianpo then swept up Sikong Jing and his sister, flashing toward the side opposite Divine Spirit Main Island.
Spirit Gull, Spirit Parrot, and the others naturally could not stop him. Formation after formation was crushed into dust as well.
Yu Xianpo seemed to transform into a sword, charging through as though no one were there.
"Yu Xianpo, you can't escape!"
Suddenly, a figure blocked Yu Xianpo's path. It was an old man with white hair and beard—the Spirit Race's clan chief, Ling Dao.
He was the first to reach the scene, intercepting Yu Xianpo.
"Burial Emperor Sword..."
Yu Xianpo had long been prepared. He casually uttered three words.
A berserk yet ancient battlefield aura instantly merged into his sword, driving straight at Ling Dao.
In an instant, Ling Dao's expression changed drastically.
But he immediately said coldly, "What a powerful sword. What a terrifying sword. But your realm is still beneath mine."
As his words fell, a massive human silhouette appeared before Ling Dao...
The giant silhouette pressed its palms together, pinning down Yu Xianpo's world-destroying sword and making it impossible for him to advance any farther.
In other words, it stopped Yu Xianpo from leaving.
Buzz buzz buzz buzz...
One powerful figure after another tore through