Can This Really Work?

"Not good!"

Fifth Elder's face flushed red.

"Their attacks are too powerful!"

Eighth Elder pressed his palm against Fifth Elder's back, channeling his own Spiritual Power into him.

"Fifth Brother, hold on!"

Fifth Elder gritted his teeth and persevered, but the cracks in the barrier continued to spread.

The elders of the other major holy lands also made their moves.

Terrifying attacks came one after another, and the black tower's barrier let out cracking sounds.

Fifth Elder suddenly staggered back several steps.

"Fifth Brother!"

Eighth Elder hurriedly supported him.

A resolute look filled Fifth Elder's eyes.

"Eighth Brother, it seems we can only use our final measure."

Eighth Elder understood and said solemnly, "I understand."

He swiftly took an object from his robes. It was unexpectedly a peachwood sword missing a section.

The sword was ancient and plain, its broken edge jagged and uneven. It looked utterly unremarkable.

Yet when he gripped it, faint blood-colored patterns emerged along the blade.

"This is..."

Surprise appeared in Fifth Elder's eyes.

Eighth Elder spoke in a low voice.

"A supreme treasure I obtained from the Ancient Land years ago, called the Soul Severing Remnant Sword. This sword can be used five times. It has already been used four times, and today is its final use."

Fifth Elder's expression was complicated.

"So that was it. No wonder you were able to come back alive from that secret realm back then."

Eighth Elder said nothing more and gently ran his left hand across the blade.

The blade sliced open his palm, and crimson blood flowed down the sword.

Strangely, the blood did not drip down. Instead, it was completely absorbed by the peachwood sword.

As the blood soaked into it, the previously dull and lifeless peachwood sword gradually awakened.

A heart-palpitating sword aura spread from