Chen Yu's speeding figure abruptly halted. He felt the immense pressure bearing down on him from the enormous Demon Scythe energy body sweeping toward him.
His eyes narrowed slightly, and he sighed inwardly. Just as I thought! There's someone else!
There was no time to hesitate. Soul power surged within Chen Yu, as though about to burst free of his body's restraints.
He raised his sword fingers and shouted in a low voice, "Kill a man every ten steps, leave no trace for a thousand miles-Sword Aura: Hundred-Step Flying Sword!"
As his stirring shout rang out, an invisible force stirred behind Chen Yu, and the phantom of a magic formation suddenly appeared.
The formation was ancient and mysterious, as though it had traveled from a distant age solely to bloom at this moment.
Light flickered within the formation. A Seven Kill sword aura over a hundred meters long shot out, like a long-slumbering dragon suddenly awakening, carrying an imperious might.
The Seven Kill sword aura shone with dazzling brilliance, seemingly both illusory and real. With the domineering power to cleave the heavens and split all things, it soared into the skies, unstoppable.
"Boom!" A tremendous crash thundered out.
The black-purple silver scythe, carrying the sinister sharpness of Netherworld Flame, slammed into Chen Yu's Hundred-Step Flying Sword.
The two mighty forces collided fiercely in midair. In an instant, light burst in every direction, and energy surged outward like a tide of raging waves.
Under the assault of Chen Yu's Hundred-Step Flying Sword, the black-purple silver scythe began to falter, as though unable to withstand the immense power of that icy sword aura.
Cracks began to appear across its surface, and its Netherworld Flame dimmed.
Finally, amid a rumbling roar, the black-purple silver scythe could no longer hold and shattered with a