The Silent Fall of a Third Realm Cultivator

For Helan Gui, staying alive was the best choice. As he shouted, he secretly sent out a Communication Jade Talisman.

But the answer he got was Zhou Chengyue and Liang Zhou closing in from both sides!

Zhou Chengyue charged from the left, his Horse-Cleaving Saber falling with a whistle through the air. Its powerful penetrating force came from a Demon Armament nurtured with Metal-Spirit Essence, made to sever solid matter.

Liang Zhou pressed in from the right at the same time. Fire flashed along his blade, and the saber force he unleashed carried searing heat. His was plainly a Demon Armament nurtured with Fire-Spirit Essence. The two saber strikes crossed, cutting off every route of escape Helan Gui had.

"Bastards!"

Helan Gui dodged Wen Ting's advancing strike. His Divine Sense swept over the incoming saber force, and he suddenly accelerated upward, evading it.

Boom!

The strikes hit the sea, throwing up a wave and a cloud of steam.

As if they had predicted where Helan Gui would dodge, all three converged on him again, surrounding him in an instant.

Wen Ting's attack arrived first. Driven by the Artifact Formation behind him, the Cold Iron Mace in his hand smashed down, wreathed in dark-gold spiritual light and a surging Demon Race Divine Soul.

Helan Gui was forced to raise his Axe to block. The moment their weapons met, spiritual light exploded beside them, and the recoil sent both men downward.

Before Helan Gui could steady himself, Zhou Chengyue's blade cut in from the side. He instinctively raised his Axe to block and used the Demon Race Divine Soul in his Artifact Formation to build a defensive barrier.

Clang!

Helan Gui had no time to put his strength behind the block. The blow sent him flying sideways for hundreds of meters.

Liang