"You want to take my attack head-on?" Duanmu Jie's lips curled with scorn. "What a fool's dream."
"So what if you have a high-grade divine artifact?"
"Here in the Flame River, you don't have the strength to spare to refine it."
"Besides, even if you did refine it, how much of its power could you unleash as a half-step true god?"
Yun Chang already had to withstand immense pressure, but even without that pressure, even if Yun Chang attacked from downstream, Duanmu Jie was confident he could suppress him.
Earlier, Duanmu Jie had sent Yun Chang flying with a single slash.
If he could do it before, he could do it now.
I can't let Big Brother be affected. If I die, so be it, but Big Brother can't die. With his talent and comprehension, he might become an Ancestral God someday.
As long as Big Brother survives, there's still hope. Star Sea Heaven and Earth will still have hope.
Yun Chang's eyes were bloodshot. Already prepared to die, he intended to resist with everything he had. At the very least... he could not let Qin Hao fall here too.
Boom—
The next instant, Yun Chang's rule-type high-grade divine artifact, the Long Staff, clashed with Duanmu Jie's Great Saber.
Unlike Qin Hao, Yun Chang did not feel a vast surge of pressure sweeping toward him, but he still felt a tremendous force slam into his body.
Already struggling against the enormous pressure, Yun Chang could no longer withstand it.
"Gah!!!"
Yun Chang's chest heaved, and he spat out a great mouthful of blood. His body swayed, teetering on the verge of falling. Under that immense pressure, pushed almost to his limit, his condition had already been little different from being gravely wounded.
Surviving Duanmu Jie's slash at all was