Han Shuichang's expression darkened, but the situation before him was even uglier. If this continued, the cultivators across the mountain might very well collapse without a fight, and the Chunyang Sect would be nailed to the pillar of shame, unable to turn things around for hundreds, even thousands of years.
In the end, he still had to rely on himself!
He stopped tangling with Wang Zihuai and the others, rising into the air and hovering midair. The treasured sword on his back left its sheath with a clang, gathering the Pure Yang True Fire atop the mountain. Sword Qi formed a phantom ring as he pointed toward the heavens. The true fire erupted with a boom, its blaze spreading outward and enclosing a full three hundred li of airspace in an instant. Even the roiling tribulation clouds were thrown into disorder, showing the might of this sword.
In truth, with the great formation at his back, Han Shuichang was qualified to exchange several blows with Wu Yuanchen even in a head-on clash. Yet with figures from the Pure Void Virtue Sect at his side, he had unconsciously wanted to throw the trouble onto them. Thus, he had been passive at every step, only jolting awake when Wu Yuanchen's momentum was nearly complete.
Unfortunately, Wu Yuanchen was nowhere to be seen within those three hundred li of airspace.
Pure Yang True Fire burned in the void, its flames soaring into the sky. Though the Outer Domain tribulation lightning could blast through the sea of fire, the gaps were swiftly filled again. From another perspective, this did ease the pressure on the Xuan Huang Killing Sword.
Han Shuichang realized at this moment that Wu Yuanchen's words had likely not been wholly true.
If the Xuan Huang Killing Sword had truly been hiding