With his cultivation and several centuries of dharma power alone, Yi Chen rampaged through the Tai Sui Soldiers, cutting through them like a blade through bamboo.
But he was no peerless expert tempered by a hundred battles. Years of comfortable living had worn down his spirit and resolve, and the death of his fellow cultivator plunged him into terror.
The Tai Sui Soldiers also kept regenerating in an endless stream, seemingly impossible to kill or destroy.
In the end, arrows wreathed in wind and thunder pierced his protective gang and turned him into a pincushion.
Then a massive gang blade cleaved down, carving through dozens of yards and plowing a deep trench.
The dharma power attached to the Tai Sui Soldiers had mobilized the heaven-and-earth origin energy, merging it with the interconnected power of all those beings to deliver the final killing blow.
White light pierced his body, and the gang blade erupted within him, instantly shredding his organs and every meridian in his body.
Yi Chen shuddered violently, then crashed heavily to the ground with a thud.
"No, don't kill me! We didn't come here of our own accord. Someone was urging us on from behind the scenes! Don't you want to know who it was?"
Feeling his life ebb away, the grievously wounded man panicked, even going so far as to betray the mastermind behind him.
"As long as you spare my life, I'll..."
His words stopped abruptly as several Tai Sui Soldiers rushed forward and drove their spears through his neck.
That was the final straw that broke the camel's back. Yi Chen died with his eyes wide open.
"Finally dealt with him. That fellow struggled for over an hour even with death staring him in the face, wasting so much of the spirit materials and origin