Everyone looked up at the sound, only to witness a scene they would never forget for the rest of their lives.
Amid the scarlet firelight, a figure flashed past and placed himself before them.
Compared to the enormous fireball before him, that figure was so tiny as to be utterly insignificant. Yet this seemingly frail figure erupted with a brilliant radiance that made them unable to open their eyes.
"Get lost!"
With a sharp shout from Ye Xiu, the great halberd in his hands erupted with violent lightning in an instant.
The moment lightning and fire collided, thunderous explosions rang out without cease. From the massive cluster of fireballs, demon beast corpses blasted apart began to peel away in an endless stream.
But the speed at which they were being stripped away was still far from enough.
Ye Xiu glanced at the warships already within arm's reach. That great battle had nearly exhausted all the resources aboard them. The cultivators could provide the corresponding spiritual power for a short while, but faced with a fireball several times their size, even if they could keep the formation from falling apart, they would likely have to pay a grievous price.
Then he would cut it apart completely!
A thread of golden light rose in Ye Xiu's eyes.
He took a deep breath, and the radiance of the Dao principles he had swiftly comprehended during that charge emerged once more.
Within the originally explosive shell of lightning, a peerlessly sharp, invisible gleam could clearly be seen flickering.
Within a few breaths, the great halberd he had held in both hands transformed into a longsword.
A sword was an instrument of sharpness. Ye Xiu had begun as a sword cultivator, and he had once been inseparable friends with Qi Long, the former Holy Son