Above the horizon, the wind and clouds suddenly changed, and the atmosphere became so oppressive that it felt suffocating.
Suddenly, a blade of light, seemingly capable of cleaving the heavens, shot out from the sword.
The blade's edge resembled a sudden flash of lightning in the night sky.
Dazzling yet dangerous, carrying endless sharpness and determination.
It seemed to carry the momentum of a thousand troops charging forward.
It was as if it wanted to cleave all obstacles in its path in two.
Wherever it passed, the air was sliced apart like a sharp blade.
It emitted a hissing sound, and the space itself seemed to subtly distort.
It was as if this force had forcibly torn a gash in it.
Zhao Zilong, who was gradually losing ground in the midst of fierce battle, suddenly saw that reinforcements had arrived.
A glint of light flashed in his eyes, and his spirits lifted.
His aura suddenly intensified.
With a flick of his spear, he unleashed the first strike of the " Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix Spear ".
In an instant, the spear tip danced, like a phoenix rising from the ashes, stretching its neck and letting out a long cry.
The phoenix seemed to possess a spirit, its body ablaze with Flame.
Each feather shimmered with a fiery light.
It flapped its wings on the tip of the spear, ready to take flight, and pounced on the enemy with the force of a wildfire.
Flame and spear light intertwined, creating a dazzling display.
The sheer force of the heatwave was astonishing; the surrounding air was churned up as if by boiling water.
Ripples spread across the surface.
Yagyu and Zhao Zilong worked together seamlessly, one on the left and one on the right.
Like an eagle spreading its wings, it swoops down on the slovenly middle-aged man.
They originally thought that with this fierce combined attack,
They were certain they could take down their opponent in one fell swoop, but they never expected that...
The disheveled middle-aged man showed no emotion upon seeing this.
Like an ancient, unyielding iceberg, cold and profound.
Without any emotion, he simply turned his foot slightly.
Its figure flickered like a ghost.
In the blink of an eye, he raised one palm high, and in that instant,
Black energy swirled in his palm, as if it had absorbed the endless malevolent energy from the depths of Nine Nether.
Then it suddenly pressed down, still using that " Heaven-Opening Divine Palm " move.
But this time, its power was even greater.
A black palm print, seemingly capable of swallowing the heavens and earth, hurtled towards them.
The palm strike whistled, stinging people's faces; wherever it passed...
Sand and stones flew everywhere, as if the end of the world had arrived.
Instantly, a force as heavy as Mount Tai enveloped the two of them.
They felt a sudden darkness engulf them, as if they had been swept into an abyss of endless darkness.
His body felt as if it had been struck by a heavy hammer, every bone seemingly about to shatter.
An Overturning Mountains and Seas force surged in from all directions.
Before they could even put up any resistance, they were instantly sent flying by the immense force.
The two bodies traced two parabolic arcs in the air.
Like a bird with broken wings, it crashed heavily to the ground.
With a loud "boom," a large cloud of dust was kicked up.
It was as if a small sandstorm had risen from flat ground.
Blood trickled from the corners of their mouths, the crimson blood slowly flowing down.
His face was as pale as paper, completely Blood Color, and his chest heaved violently.
Gasping for breath, like fish struggling to survive in a dried-up pond,
His eyes were filled with astonishment and resentment, clearly not expecting his opponent's strength to be so terrifying.
"Damn it, how can he be so strong?"
Yagyu struggled to his feet, his legs feeling as heavy as lead.
He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, leaving a glaring bloodstain.
His face was grave.
He knew clearly in his heart that his technique, which incorporated the swordplay taught by the young master,
The " God-Slaying One-Blade Slash " has been enhanced several times in power.
These are no longer the ordinary moves of the past; they were once common on the battlefield.
This strike often strikes fear into the hearts of enemies.
Blood splattered on the spot, but now, in front of this disheveled middle-aged man,
But it was like throwing an egg against a rock, too fragile to withstand a single blow.
"Old Zhao, this guy probably has the combat power of Fourth Layer."
Yagyu looked at Zhao Zilong helplessly, his voice tinged with frustration and powerlessness.
The tone was as weak and listless as a frostbitten eggplant.
Even the two of them combined couldn't withstand this battle.
This is the first time I've felt so helpless since breaking through to the Initial God.
"What are you afraid of? Are you saying we're afraid of him?"
An indomitable Flame ignited in Zhao Zilong's eyes, and he shouted loudly,
As he spoke, the Dragon Courage Bright Silver Spear shone with dazzling light.
Like the silvery light of the blazing sun, it was so dazzling that one couldn't open their eyes.
Then, a Bai Long Roar out.
The Bai Long seemed to leap from the depths of the sea of clouds.
Its scales shimmered with a cold light, as if forged from refined steel.
The dragon's claws were sharp as hooks, baring their fangs and brandishing their claws in the air.
It stood majestically, bringing with it a chilling gust of wind.
Seeing this, Yagyu was also filled with heroic spirit and followed suit, unleashing a slash.
The blade's edge, like a bolt of lightning, stretched across the sky, its imposing presence terrifying.
The two worked together seamlessly, unleashing a multiplied attack.
For a moment, the lights shone brightly, as if to illuminate the entire sky.
" Human Race, you are too weak, die!"
Upon seeing this, the disheveled middle-aged man let out a roar as loud as a bell.
The sound waves roared, as if they could shatter one's eardrums.
Immediately afterwards, he shouted, " Heaven-Opening Divine Palm, Third Palm!"
As the sound faded, a terrifying giant hand, carrying billowing demonic energy, came hurtling towards them.
The demonic energy resembled a thick, black mist, constantly churning.
It was as if countless evil spirits and demons were lurking in the shadows, wherever they went...
The space seemed to have been soaked in ink, turning pitch black.
The Bai Long, the flash of the blade, was torn apart in an instant, as fragile as paper.
With a deafening roar, as if the heavens and earth were collapsing,
Then came a soft "plop," as if something had been crushed.
"Damn it, Old Zhao, it seems we have no choice but to use that trick."
"Alright," Zhao Zilong naturally understood the gravity of the situation.
Without hesitation, he sheathed his spear, as swiftly and cleanly as a dragon returning to the sea.
Then, with the Qinggang Sword in hand, its blade resembled a pool of autumn water.
The cold light was chilling, as if it could freeze one's soul.
Saber and Sword Divine Domain.
The two shouted in unison, as if they wanted to shatter the heavens.
Then they each unleashed their strongest attacks. (Sword and blade)
In an instant, it was as if I was drawn by a mysterious force.
A Yin-Yang symbol is formed, and the symbol slowly rotates.
It seems to contain the mysteries of the universe.
It exuded a mysterious yet powerful aura.
In an instant, their attacks escalated several levels.
It's as if a trickle of water has gathered into a surging river.
"Holy crap, Yagyu and the others actually used Saber and Sword Divine Domain."
Among the Human Race army, some people stared wide-eyed as if they had seen a ghost.
His face was filled with shock, and his mouth was wide open, as if an egg could fit inside.
"This move is a joint strategy taught by the young master."
I've never seen anyone use this before, this is going to be interesting.
Some people rubbed their hands together excitedly, as if they were about to witness a spectacular show.
"Yeah, I wonder how powerful this move will be."
The crowd whispered amongst themselves, their eyes filled with curiosity and anticipation.
"I don't know, but this slovenly old man is really powerful."
They were forced to resort to this tactic.
Similarly, the allied forces of the Birdman Race, witnessing this scene,
His face was also filled with shock, as if he had been struck by lightning.
He stood there, stunned, a hint of fear in his eyes.
"Damn it, these Human Race are so tenacious."
Among the birdmen's alliance, someone cursed as if enraged.
"Yes, I wonder if this old madman can kill the Human Race."
Someone whispered worriedly.
"It's hard to say; there's something fishy about their coordinated attack."
A man who looked like a general stroked his chin, seemingly lost in thought.
"The methods of the Human Race are truly mysterious and unpredictable."
The crowd gazed at the light in the sky as if looking at a veil of mist, their hearts filled with doubt.