"Damn it, why are there so many Catastrophe? Kill one and two more appear, kill two and a whole bunch appear, damn it, how are we supposed to fight this?" Lin Fan and Jianxin stood back to back, surrounded by Catastrophe from all directions. A few days ago, after they killed the three Catastrophe, several more appeared. The more they killed, the more there were, and in the end, they realized they couldn't kill them all.
The two men were panting heavily, their clothes stained with blood, some from the Catastrophe and some from themselves. The fighting of the past few days had left them nearly exhausted; the veins in their arms were taut and trembling, as if they didn't even have the strength to wield their swords.
Dozens of Catastrophe blocked their retreat, giving them no chance to escape. Suddenly, the Catastrophe attacked simultaneously. Lin Fan and Jianxin's hearts sank; it seemed they had no choice but to fight to the death.
Lin Fan actively awakened his Bloodline Power, and endless scarlet killing intent spread out, his black hair gradually turning into a brilliant red. Over the years, he had not been idle. In addition to cultivation, he had been looking for ways to control his Bloodline Power. Now he was able to completely suppress the bloodline in his body and would no longer lose control or his mind as before.
Lin Fan, like a ball of ghostly fire, swept across the void and suddenly engaged in battle with the Catastrophe. He swung his sword again and again, seemingly without any strategy, but each strike made the Catastrophe dare not confront him head-on, and could only keep dodging. One Catastrophe was only half a step too slow and was cut in two by a single sword strike.
Lin Fan displayed a frenzied fighting style, but Catastrophe still found an opportunity. Suddenly, a Catastrophe appeared behind him while he was fighting with other Catastrophe, opened its abyss-like maw, and stretched out its sharp fangs to bite at his head.
Lin Fan had no time to deal with the murderous intent behind him. Even though his head was about to be lost, he remained calm and focused on fighting the Catastrophe in front of him.
Just then, a sword light carrying pure Sword Qi flashed past. The Catastrophe behind Lin Fan remained frozen in place with its mouth open. The next moment, its head fell off without warning, and blood gushed out. Behind it, the figure of Jianxin gradually appeared. His eyes were as cold as ice, and the sword in his hand was still dripping blood.
Lin Fan smiled wickedly, completely relieved, and focused on fighting the Catastrophe before him. He swept his sword horizontally, repelling several Catastrophe. Seizing the opportunity, his aura surged, and he flashed in front of one of the Catastrophe, slashing down with lightning speed, killing the Catastrophe instantly.
Countless Sword Qi swirled in all directions, forcing the horde of Catastrophe to stay away. Jianxin raised his eyes and lunged forward. His sword light flashed, without any set moves or techniques, relying solely on speed, accuracy, and ruthlessness. One sword pierced the throat, Jianxin, blood splattered everywhere, and the Catastrophe fell one after another to the ground.
Two hours passed. In the boundless universe, the severed limbs of the Catastrophe floated silently, drifting slowly in the eternal darkness. Lin Fan and Jianxin lay paralyzed on a dead star, both covered in wounds. Every breath aggravated their injuries, blood soaked their clothes, and they were too exhausted to even lift their hands.
Lin Fan gazed at the boundless starry sky, his vision shifting between darkness and light, the only sound the heavy breathing of his own ears. "Junior brother, what should we do if another group of Catastrophe arrives later?"
Jianxin closed his eyes to rest, feeling as if his bones had been shattered; even the slightest movement sent piercing pain through his body. After a long silence, he finally spoke, "I might die. I don't know."
Lin Fan's lips twitched, his eyes filled with unfathomable longing, and he softly uttered, "If only Master were still alive."
Jianxin pursed his lips and remained silent.
Suddenly, disregarding their injuries and pain, the two immediately picked up their longswords and stood up, alert to their surroundings. One after another, Catastrophe emerged from the darkness, staring at Lin Fan and Jianxin, hissing softly, saliva dripping from their mouths, their eyes gleaming with ferocity.
"Haha, junior brother, my mouth might be blessed," Lin Fan said with a wry smile.
"Senior brother, I'll hold them off for a moment, and you can use this opportunity to escape," Jianxin said resolutely.
"Are you kidding me? I'm the senior brother, I should be the one staying." Lin Fan shook his head and said.
"You know my personality," Jianxin said earnestly.
"Hahaha." Lin Fan laughed wildly, "Since that's the case, then let's go all out against them, and take a few of them down with us even if we die!"
"Good!"
Before the Catastrophe could react, the two of them each killed one of Catastrophe. After the remaining Catastrophe realized what was happening, their black eyes, filled with ferocity and brutality, rushed towards the two of them in unison.
Lin Fan held out for about half an hour when suddenly a Catastrophe bit off his arm. The pain contorted his face, and he could no longer lift his sword. The surrounding Catastrophe immediately swarmed over him, trying to tear him to pieces.
Lin Fan was powerless to resist. Fortunately, Jianxin swung his sword in time, temporarily repelling the horde of Catastrophe. However, he was not much better off; his back was covered with hideous claw marks, exposing the bones beneath.
Their consciousness teetered on the brink of collapse amidst excruciating pain, yet they clung to a sliver of willpower, refusing to give up. But reality was cruel; their bodies could no longer sustain the fight. And so they floated in the air, their eyes filled with profound weariness and regret.
open eyes!
Suddenly, the universe seemed to fall silent. A sword cry abruptly tore through the void, and layers of Sword Qi swept outwards, overwhelming the roar of the Catastrophe and piercing through the thick Sha Qi. In an instant, dozens of Catastrophe perished and vanished.
Hundreds of streaks of light rushed from the depths of the Milky Way, their interplay of light and shadow like shooting stars streaking across the sky, before crashing down with a chilling aura. Amidst the fluttering of robes, figures stood out in disarray. Immediately following behind, a graceful figure descended from the sky, her movements as light as a startled swan under the moonlight, standing out conspicuously among the crowd.
"Kill them all, leave no one alive!" the woman said coldly. Hundreds of young prodigies attacked simultaneously, and the group of Catastrophe was no match for them. They tried to escape in a panic, but how could they possibly escape from a hundred Divine Ability? In no time at all, they were all killed.
Lin Fan and Jianxin were both stunned, wondering who these people were. When the woman turned around, they suddenly exclaimed, "Master Aunt!"
The woman was none other than Ye Lingxi. Years ago, she left the Immortal Realm and came to the God Realm, joining the Heavenly Pivot Academy. She later displayed astonishing talent and aptitude, and was appointed as the current Holy Maiden by the Heavenly Pivot Academy. Now, amidst the chaos of Catastrophe, she led the academy's disciples to suppress the Catastrophe. On the way, she happened to sense the auras of Lin Fan and Jianxin, so she immediately rushed here. Fortunately, she arrived in time; otherwise, Lin Fan and Jianxin might have truly perished here.
Just as Ye Lingxi was about to explain, Lin Fan and Jianxin fainted. These past few days, they had been fighting with their lives on the line, constantly on edge, with countless wounds on their bodies. They had only managed to hold on through sheer willpower. Now that they were sure they were safe, that taut string snapped, and they naturally collapsed.