Heaven-Sealing Ten Thousand Swords Formation

The man in black robes had a slightly cold expression. He calmly met the attack with one palm. Clang! The ruler and palm collided with a loud bang, which reverberated throughout the surrounding area. The man's tiger's mouth was instantly split open, and blood flowed down the handle of the ruler. But he refused to let go of the handle and used the force of the recoil to forcefully take half a step forward, stubbornly refusing to retreat.

The third companion seized the opportunity to launch a surprise attack from the side. "Formless Fate-Rending Finger!" The fingertip sharpened, aiming straight for the black-robed man's temple, a fatal acupoint. The black-robed man blocked the giant ruler with his left palm, and countered with his right palm and fingers. Swoosh! The two fingertips collided and intersected.

The cultivator's right hand suffered three finger bones that twisted and shattered on the spot, leaving his entire arm a bloody mess. Yet, his fingertips still grazed the black-robed man's cheek, leaving a faint bloodstain on his skin.

The five True Annihilation · Early Stage cultivators had completely abandoned their own safety. They had only one obsession left in their hearts—to stall, to hold off the two Ultimate Cultivators, and to fight for a chance of survival for their companions.

At first, Zhao Qinglan was still flustered and looking for an opening, but as she witnessed her companions enduring the deadly attacks that far exceeded their own strength with their own flesh and blood, and risking their lives to stop the enemy, the tears in her eyes were gradually replaced by a chilling determination.

She couldn't let everyone's sacrifices go to waste. She had to wait, wait for a fleeting opening to break through. Just then—"Ah!!!" A suppressed roar of pain suddenly exploded from the left side of the battlefield.

The youth, whose right arm had been severely injured by the man in black robes, suffered another fatal blow. A powerful, chaotic palm print struck his chest head-on, sending him flying backward like an arrow from a broken bow, crashing heavily beside a broken ancient sword.

His sternum collapsed, Fate Soul force rapidly weakened, almost to the point of extinction. The black-robed man had no intention of wasting any more time. He took a step and instantly caught up, gathering True Annihilation essence of his life in his right palm, and pressed it down hard on the young man's brow.

With this palm strike, his Fate Soul would shatter, his spirit and soul annihilated. The young man collapsed in the ruins, watching helplessly as the deadly palm imprint was about to strike, the chill of death seeping into his very bones. In the midst of Ultimate despair, the fear in his eyes gradually faded away.

Nine Nether Cold Pool, rampaging demonic dragons, the Dark Ruins Return Hall, the Ten Thousand Swords Golden Ruins... He fought his way through bloody battles, always relying on formations and companions, never truly mastering his own Dao.

But now, with no formation to rely on and no help to depend on, facing a desperate situation, the young man's blood-stained lips trembled slightly. "True..." The black-robed man's palm was only a foot away from his brow. "False..." Half a foot. "What is it you who decides..." The last inch. Deep within the young man 'Fate Soul, an extremely dull primal shock suddenly exploded.

Buzz!!! The man in black robes froze abruptly. His palm had already fallen, yet it had not harmed the other party in the slightest. However, in his perception, the palm had indeed struck. Two contradictory realities were established at the same time.

The young man, who was lying on the ruins, was also standing behind him. Within a radius of dozens of feet, the boundary between reality and illusion completely collapsed, blurred, and became chaotic. The seriously injured and dying young man slowly pushed himself up from the ground.

His chest was caved in, his body was covered in blood, and his Fate Soul was broken. Yet, his Great Dao of True Annihilation broke through the shackles in the face of life and death. His cultivation had not yet reached a higher realm, but his Dao enlightenment had already taken the lead. The young man raised his eyes, and all the immaturity and fear in his eyes had faded, leaving only a Daoist indifference that had seen through the illusion and reality.

"Since truth and falsehood can both be annihilated..." He slowly raised his hand, his voice hoarse yet firm. "Then I will determine whether your attack actually landed." The black-robed man's expression changed drastically, and for the first time, genuine shock appeared in his eyes.

Chen Yong, watching from afar, took in the entire scene. He was first taken aback, then his eyes suddenly flashed with a brilliant light! "Opportunity! All forces, charge!" Chen Yong endured the excruciating pain in his Fate Soul, and his heavily injured body suddenly rose from the ground. He completely disregarded his severe injuries and no longer held onto his defenses.

Whoosh!!! His figure transformed into a sharp gray-black afterimage, rushing straight into the heart of the chaotic battle. At that moment, the golden-robed man had just struggled to his feet from the ruins, his Fate Soul Anchor mark on his chest still visible and his injuries not yet healed. He had no time to reorganize the Tri-Strike Combo or coordinate the battle.

"What Chen Yong wanted was this fleeting moment!" Qinglan! Zhao Qinglan suddenly looked up. In the instant Chen Yong passed her, a warm hand quietly slipped a storage bag into her palm. Zhao Qinglan's fingertips trembled violently. She knew that the ancient box that held the lives and obsessions of everyone was inside.

Without glancing to the side, Chen Yong charged straight at the white-robed cultivator with his spear. Only a deep, resonant voice reached her ear. "Don't turn around." In the next instant, he had already reached the white-robed cultivator. The white-robed cultivator had just repelled two of her companions who were entangled in the attack when she turned her head and saw a blood-stained spear aimed straight at her throat, its killing intent chilling.

"Boy!" he roared, his palms clasped together, instantly conjuring hundreds of fragmented sword concepts before him. Chen Yong's eyes held only a fierce, resolute determination to fight to the death. "You want the storage bag—"

The gun swept across, clanging and resounding—clang!!! Dozens of sword shadows blocking its path were forcibly shattered. "Then you'll trample over our corpses first!"

The white-robed cultivator braced himself against the spear shaft with both arms, the True Annihilation · Peak surging back and crushing along the spear. Chen Yong's already severely injured arms burst open with countless bloody gashes, dripping with blood, yet he did not retreat even half a step. Instead, he stepped forward, his shoulder slamming hard into the other's chest.

Bang!!! The two powerful energies collided, and both were simultaneously thrown back.

On the other side, the young man who had seen through the illusion of reality had already entangled the man in black robes. With each step he took, the surrounding reality became more distorted. The man in black robes watched as he attacked from the left, but the killing intent descended from the right; he clearly sent the young man flying with a palm strike, but in an instant the young man was still standing in the same place, unpredictable and impossible to defend against.

Seeing this, the man with the heavy ruler let out a ruthless smile from his bloodied lips. "Fine!" He raised the giant ruler high once more, the wind pressure crushing the surrounding ruins. "I'll go crazy with you!" Boom!!! The mountain-like ruler crashed down.

The remaining two companions simultaneously surrounded the cultivator from the left and right, and the four of them True Annihilation · Peak Realm cultivator in the formation, relentlessly fighting him. On the other side, Chen Yong, dragging his crippled body, and his last companion desperately held off the white-robed cultivator. What was originally a hopeless battle with no way out was forcibly torn open by this life-or-death enlightenment, creating a fleeting gap for a breakout.

Zhao Qinglan stood before this precious glimmer of hope, her palms clenching the storage bag tightly, tears welling in her eyes. There were no obstacles ahead; as long as she escaped immediately, she could return to her clan alive and protect the secret treasure. She took one last, deep look back at the battlefield.

Chen Yong, covered in blood, fought desperately against the Ultimate cultivators with his crippled body, each strike a life-or-death struggle; the man with the heavy ruler, half his body stained with blood, still fought to the death with his ruler in hand; the young man who had attained enlightenment had exhausted his source of energy and was swaying, yet he forcibly reversed the battle between the real and the illusory.

No one glanced back at her. Everyone was risking their lives to pave this only path to survival for her. Zhao Qinglan bit her lower lip tightly until blood seeped from it, suppressing all her grief and reluctance. The next moment, she suddenly turned around and never looked back.

Whoosh!!! A slender, silver-gray figure sped away through the gap created by the Tri-Strike Combination towards the outer edge of the Ten Thousand Swords Golden Ruins, disappearing in an instant. At the same moment Zhao Qinglan set off to break through, a blood-stained hand slowly supported the ruins a hundred feet away.

The man in the golden robe slowly raised his head. All the composure and contempt on his face vanished, and blood gushed from the hole in his chest, leaving him in a wretched state. Yet, in the depths of his eyes, there was a chilling killing intent that pierced through the entire brutal battlefield, locking onto the departing silver-gray figure.

He saw the storage bag clutched tightly in her palm and instantly understood the whole truth. "Damn it..." The golden-robed man slowly straightened his battered body, his voice low and chilling, filled with murderous intent, "That female cultivator, we absolutely cannot let her escape."

Chen Yong stared intently at the three people in front of him, his chest rising and falling slowly with his breath. The injuries he sustained in the direct combat with the man in the golden robe were still affecting his Fate Soul essence. Large patches of blood on his robe had long since dried, turning as dark as ink, but his eyes remained sharp and intense, never leaving the three of them for even a moment.

In the distance, Zhao Qinglan's figure rapidly disappeared amidst the intricate ruins of ancient swords in the Ten Thousand Swords Golden Ruins. Chen Yong's mind was clear and lucid; every moment they lingered there gave Zhao Qinglan a better chance of survival and a greater hope of breaking through. The several Annihilation God Clan cultivators behind him also understood his intentions. Even though they were all injured and their vital energy was depleted, not one of them retreated a single step or showed the slightest fear.

Chen Yong would not give them any opportunity. "Form ranks! We can't let them catch up with Qinglan!"

As his shout landed, he stepped to the very front of the formation, his spear sweeping across the ground with overwhelming force. The dark spear light, carrying the remaining power of True Annihilation, swept across the metal-forged earth for hundreds of feet, its power heavy and fierce.

The remaining Annihilation God Clan cultivators instantly changed positions. One guarded the left path, another stabilized the right path, and the other two followed Chen Yong closely, sealing off the central passage. The Fate Soul was drawn together, overlapping and merging, instantly weaving an impenetrable defensive formation amidst the broken and intertwined sword ruins.

Just as the black-robed man was about to forcefully break through from the left, the cultivators guarding the left flank pressed forward, their divine weapons slicing through the air with the intent of the Great Dao of True Annihilation, blocking all escape routes. The white-robed man, attempting to break through from the right, was also tightly entangled and restrained by the other two cultivators. Chen Yong stood alone at the very front of the formation.

The spear pointed diagonally at the mottled ground, and blood dripped slowly from the fingertips that gripped the shaft tightly. The exhaustion in his body was already hard to conceal, but the sharp and resolute look in his eyes only grew stronger and never diminished.

The two sides stood in silent confrontation across the ruins littered with broken swords and scarred landscape, a turbulent undercurrent of murderous intent surging between them.

The man in the golden robe slowly walked out and landed between the two men in black robes and white clothes. The three stood side by side again, their auras united. His pupils were as dark as ink, his anger surging, his face slightly tense, his gaze passing over the five people who were guarding him, locking onto the direction Zhao Qinglan had fled. The killing intent in his chest was extremely concentrated, already on the verge of Threshold.

"Unleash a secret technique." The black-robed man frowned slightly, his expression grave; a solemn look also flashed in the white-robed man's eyes. Both knew that this was a desperate move forced upon them by the changing battle situation.