This loss of vitality was not simply devouring his life force.
It was more like stripping away his vitality from a higher order of existence.
Xu Zimo was aging at a rate visible to the mortal eye.
Meanwhile, the surrounding Sea of Yellow Springs seemed to boil even more violently.
The waves surged and roared, vast and majestic.
Ten thousand layers of waves swept up, engulfing heaven and earth.
Beneath the boundless firmament, this single sea spread across the skies and covered the land.
The Yin Yang Nine Masses wore smug expressions at this moment.
It was clear that victory was already in their grasp.
For whenever they had encountered enemies before, the Sea of Yellow Springs had always crushed all in its path.
Almost no one could survive death of such a higher order.
But this time—
Just when they thought it would be no different from before—
The originally magnificent Sea of Yellow Springs suddenly erupted into turmoil.
An even stronger, almost tyrannical force burst out from within it.
Like a sharp blade thrust between heaven and earth.
It instantly pierced through the vast Sea of Yellow Springs.
Water was formless and could remain unaffected by most attacks.
Its shape could change in a thousand ways.
But at this moment, it lay beyond the scope of this heaven-piercing blade.
The Sea of Yellow Springs began to rotate.
Like the central point where a storm converged.
A terrifying blade broke through the dawn from within, sweeping horizontally toward the Yin Yang Nine Masses.
Even the death of the Yellow Springs could not destroy this slash.
This was a killing blow.
"Not good."
The elderly man at the front was the first to react.
He shouted loudly.
His cry jolted the others awake.
Immediately afterward, all nine retreated almost simultaneously.