With a distance of three zhang (approximately 10 meters), there was no room for anyone to change their move.
The gray-black spear in Chen Yong's hand pierced through layers of chaotic sword shadows, its tip completely locked by the Primordial Mirror warp and weft hanging from the Primordial Mirror. That warp and weft was without edge or brilliance, possessing no offensive aura whatsoever, but firmly nailed down the true Fate Soul of the golden-robed man hidden behind the concept of thousands of swords.
The golden-robed man's eyes flashed with murderous intent. He slammed his palms together, and the Primordial Ancient Wheel hanging behind him was compressed. Within a radius of several thousand feet of the Ten Thousand Swords Golden Ruins, countless ancient swords stuck in the ruins trembled simultaneously. Cutting, breaking, splitting, piercing, suppressing, shattering... all the concepts of swords that had been dormant for thousands of years were forcibly pulled to his front.
"Kill!" A fierce shout shook the entire Golden Ruins, and with a clang, ten thousand swords rang out.
Thousands of sword intents scattered without leaking out, intersecting and condensing in front of the golden-robed man to form an impenetrable, peerless sword curtain, which then crashed down on Chen Yong's front. The depths of Chen Yong's pupils were filled with the crisscrossing, chilling sharpness. Before the sword intents even arrived, a stinging pain permeated his entire body, and his robes on his chest had already been torn into dozens of small holes by the invisible sharp force.
But he didn't stop for a moment. His left hand gripped the gun barrel tightly, his right palm steadily supported the Primordial Mirror, and his shoulders and back suddenly pressed down, pouring all the Fate Soul essence of the True Annihilation Realm · Peak into this one spear.
The next instant—swoosh!!! The first burst of Primordial Chaos Sword Intent pierced through Chen Yong's left shoulder, splashing blood everywhere.
Immediately afterwards, a second sword cleaved his right ribs, a third pierced his thigh, and a fourth slashed diagonally down his chest. Dozens of sharp blades struck him in succession, and the last remaining protective force around him shattered instantly. Blood mist gushed from the gaps in his robes, and he was almost completely engulfed by the dense, prison-like curtain of swords.
Just as the man in the golden robe was convinced that his attack would be enough to force back or even severely injure his opponent, a blood-stained hand suddenly reached out from the swirling, blood-red mist.
That hand still gripped the spear tightly. The golden-robed man's eyes twitched violently. "You—" Chen Yong gave him no chance to breathe. He stomped his foot hard on the metal ground, and crash! A large area of ruins collapsed beneath his feet, sending rubble flying everywhere.
Despite the barrage of sword strikes piercing his body, Chen Yong charged forward to cover the final two zhang. His shoulders, chest, and abdomen were torn open by the Primordial Sword Intent, leaving him covered in blood and flesh. Yet, his gray-black spear followed the true lines of the Primordial Mirror, striking the golden-robed man's true form without the slightest deviation.
The man in the golden robe's expression changed drastically, and he hastily dodged to the side. In an instant, his figure split into hundreds of sword shadows, using the momentum of the Ten Thousand Swords Golden Ruins' sword path to move backward, attempting to use illusory bodies to avoid the fatal blow.
But Primordial Mirror the surface of the Primordial Mirror trembled slightly at the same time, and the bronze anchor mark that locked the origin deflected precisely. All the myriad sword shadows in the sky missed their mark, and only one real figure was reflected and locked firmly.
Chen Yong's bloodshot eyes suddenly narrowed. "This is it!" "Break!" He thrust his spear out with all his might, and with a sharp swoosh, the spear tip pierced the golden-robed man's chest!
At this moment, there was no earth-shattering explosion of origin energy, only a dull and heavy vibration of origin energy spreading outwards between the two. The golden-robed man's body suddenly stiffened and straightened, his unchanging composure and coldness on his face shattered completely, and his eyes widened abruptly. He looked down at the gray-black spear piercing his chest, his lips trembled slightly, and a mouthful of scalding blood gushed from his throat.
What truly chilled him to the bone was not the severe physical injury.
The instant the spear tip pierced his body, the bronze meridians of the Primordial Mirror flowed along the wound, directly invading the depths of his Fate Soul, rooting it in the true origin of the Primordial Great Dao, forcibly separating it from and nailing it to the myriad Dao principles.
From then on, he could no longer use the momentum of ten thousand swords or the illusory sword shadows to absorb the damage and deflect the force. Chen Yong suddenly twisted his wrist holding the gun, and the pure and domineering True Annihilation Origin burst forth along the gun.
"Get out of the way!" Boom!!! A circle of twisted and violent primal ripples suddenly spread out between the two of them.
The man in the golden robe had a gruesome gash burst open in his chest. He was severely injured and sent flying backward, smashing several ancient swords rooted in the ruins along the way. Finally, he crashed heavily into the metal rubble a hundred feet away and remained buried there.
At the same time, Chen Yong could no longer hold on due to his severe injuries. His body trembled violently, and he spat out a mouthful of blood. His right knee, which was bearing the weight, almost gave way.
Further away, the Primordial Ancient Wheel that had always enveloped the entire battlefield suddenly shook violently, and a fine crack appeared from the center of the wheel, which quickly spread wildly to the entire wheel.
Crack!!! The three-person, interconnected, and fundamentally linked primordial Primordial Combined Attack Great Formation was for the first time brutally torn apart, creating a fatal gap!
The two cultivators, one in black robes and the other in white, who were encircling and fighting five Annihilation God Clan cultivators, turned their heads simultaneously, their expressions changing drastically. Without the golden-robed man coordinating and harmonizing the Daoist energy in the center, the Tri-Force Combined Attack, which could originally affect the entire Ten Thousand Swords Golden Ruins, was completely incomplete.
Tens of thousands of chaotic sword shadows in the sky instantly became disordered and chaotic. Some fell into the Return to the Ruins, some collided and annihilated each other, and hundreds of unclaimed sword intents vanished into thin air.
Chen Yong struggled to lift his head, blood dripping down his chin, his chest heaving violently. Several deep, bone-revealing sword wounds had already damaged the very essence of his Fate Soul, yet there was no joy in his eyes, only Ultimate calmness and heaviness.
He knew that they had only temporarily defeated one person and broken the combined attack, but had not truly won. The opposing side still had three True Annihilation Realm · Peak experts at their peak. As for his own side, he was already seriously injured and on the verge of death, and his five companions were all at the initial stage of cultivation, all wounded and exhausted.
If they continue fighting to the death, the only outcome will be total annihilation.
Chen Yong's peripheral vision quickly swept across the horrific battlefield, finally settling on Zhao Qinglan, the woman with a silver-gray short sword piercing her left shoulder and her sleeve stained with blood, who was desperately holding back the white-robed cultivator with her companion.
He didn't speak, but a hidden Fate Soul message entered Zhao Qinglan's consciousness. "Qinglan." Zhao Qinglan's body trembled almost imperceptibly as she fought. "Take the storage bag and find an opportunity to break through quickly. If we all die in battle, the ancient box will surely fall into enemy hands, and all our previous sacrifices will have been in vain."
Zhao Qinglan turned her head sharply, and through the chaotic sword light, she clearly saw Chen Yong was covered in blood and wounds. Her senior brother, who was always Steady as a Mountain and composed in the face of danger, was now covered in wounds, his hand holding the gun was trembling slightly, but his eyes showed only an undeniable determination.
In that instant, she completely understood Chen Yong's intentions. He had already decided to stay behind and cover their retreat, paving the way with his life. Zhao Qinglan's lips instantly lost all color, and her eyes welled up with tears. "Senior brother..."
Before she could reply telepathically, the companion who was still clinging to the man in black robes on the other side also saw through the situation. He was bleeding profusely from the force of the Hunyuan Palm and hurriedly transmitted his voice while flying backward. "Junior Sister Zhao, break through immediately! As long as you return to your clan alive, the elders will avenge us!"
Zhao Qinglan's grip on her sword tightened suddenly, and warm tears instantly welled up in her eyes. She stared intently at the people fighting alongside her, her throat bobbing repeatedly. She wanted to stay, wanted to fight alongside them, but the cruel battlefield allowed no room for willfulness.
The grey-blue ancient box taken from the ancient temple and stored in the storage bag carries the fruits of the six people's bloody battle and the heavy responsibility entrusted to them by the clan.
"Total annihilation means utter defeat." A choked roar, filled with unbearable reluctance and unwillingness, echoed as Chen Yong abruptly turned, his voice sharp and resolute, severing all personal ties. "Stop talking nonsense! Go back alive!"
Tears finally streamed down Zhao Qinglan's face, but the battlefield was a volatile place, allowing no room for hesitation. "Trying to leave?"
Although the white-robed cultivator did not hear the telepathic message, he accurately detected Zhao Qinglan's subtle movements as she frequently looked around, seeking an escape route. His eyes suddenly turned cold with killing intent, and he abruptly separated his hands, forcibly gathering the scattered sword intent with the True Annihilation · Peak.
"None of them will escape!" Whoosh!!! Countless solid sword shadows rained down on Zhao Qinglan, all aimed at her with deadly force. The young cultivator who had been protecting her at her side suddenly stepped forward, shielding her with his life. Without turning back, he thrust his palms forward with all his might, unleashing "True Annihilation - Two Elements Severing Solidity!"
Two completely opposite Fate Soul essences rose from his left and right palms, one guarding the real and the other drawing in the illusory, forcibly dragging the oncoming deadly sword shadow into the chaotic interplay of truth and falsehood. The dozens of sword intents at the forefront instantly became hazy and dazed, their sharp power wavering.
However, the gap between the initial stage and the Ultimate stage of cultivation is ultimately insurmountable. The white-robed cultivator pressed down heavily with his five fingers, his voice indifferent and cruel. "You dare to stop me?" Boom!!! Hundreds of sword intents forcibly tore apart the Yin-Yang barrier, crushing down.
The youth's protective aura crumbled inch by inch, his body slid back dozens of feet by the immense force, his feet carving two deep furrows in the metallic ground. Blood gushed from his mouth and nose, yet before he could even regain his footing, he gritted his teeth and charged forward again. "Again!"
On the other side, the man with the heavy ruler was also driven to madness. Dragging his nearly crippled left arm, he took a step that covered dozens of feet, swung the heavy ruler with one arm, and poured out his remaining source energy to smash it hard at the man in black robes. "Annihilation Mountain Without Substance!" The moment the giant ruler fell, the surrounding hundred feet of metal ruins all became ethereal, and a hazy and heavy source mountain shadow crashed down.