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Chu Yidao's attack was extremely powerful, making even Xiao Yun glance sideways.

"Taking the path of attack to its ultimate extreme, abandoning everything else and pursuing only attack." Xiao Yun gained some insight, but this was not the Dao he sought.

Xiao Yun pursued perfection—not merely attack, but defense as well.

Take the present, for example. Xiao Yun possessed both offensive power and formidable physical defense.

Moreover, he had the Life Divine Body, which could rapidly restore his injuries.

That way, he could remain invincible.

Still, Xiao Yun greatly admired Chu Yidao.

"Rumble!"

Ahead, amid blazing saber light, it seemed as though a snowy-white Milky Way cascaded down, relentlessly bombarding the Demon Race Stronghold's defensive formation.

This strike was enough to slay an ordinary Great Saint. Even the Demon Race Stronghold's defensive formation was shaken, trembling without end.

But it was not enough. This strike still could not break the Demon Race Stronghold's defensive formation.

Xiao Yun's gaze sharpened. The Sword Soul floating above his head had condensed to its utmost limit, and a blazing streak of sword light swallowed the heavens and earth.

"Boom!"

The Sword Soul swelled with the wind, stretching over a thousand zhang long. It resembled a world-shocking divine sword, its divine radiance illuminating heaven and earth, its vast sword intent as deep as an abyss and as boundless as the sea.

At that moment, everyone present felt the world around them freeze in an instant.

Time itself seemed to have stopped flowing.

Only an unrivaled divine sword remained, cleaving down from above the Demon Race Stronghold.

Endless spiritual energy was devoured by the divine sword. The entire sky suddenly darkened, then blazing sword light, like the brilliance of a scorching sun, eroded the whole world.

The earth trembled. A ravine tens of thousands of meters