The Yamata no Orochi was like a savage beast that never knew how to tire. With each roll, it stirred up towering waves. The oppressive feeling did not diminish with the passage of ti, but instead beca stronger.
On the sea, two aged figures weaved through the gaps in the giant serpent's attacks, facing imnse danger but never being hit.
However, it is clear to anyone with a discerning eye that the situation is becoming increasingly stalemate.
"Huff... huff..."
Deng Qihe's chest heaved violently. Although the long sword in his hand remained as steady as a rock, the tiger's mouth holding the sword had cracked from the impact, and bright red blood seeped out.
The two exerted their strength simultaneously with perfect coordination, using the recoil from the collision to quickly retreat backward, creating a distance of a thousand ters between themselves and the enormous creature.
"This beast's vitality is even stronger than it was forty years ago."
Deng Qihe stared at the giant beast in the distance, its wounds rapidly healing, his brows furrowing into a deep frown. "Cutting off one or two heads is useless; its recovery speed is too fast. It seems we'll have to resort to the tactics from back then."
Zhao Qingcang wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his voice hoarse: "The tactics from back then?"
"right."
Deng Qihe's eyes sharpened. "To completely kill it, we must shatter all its heads at the sa mont and never give it a chance to breathe and regenerate."
Forty years ago, in that bloody battle, several top experts from the Great Bear Kingdom risked serious injury or even death to temporarily lock down the body of the Yamata no Orochi with their powerful physical strength, thus creating the opportunity for Deng Qihe to slay the seven heads with one sword.
They accomplished that historic massacre.
History always repeats itself.
This ti, however, there were no powerful figures from the Great Bear Kingdom, but Zhao Qingcang's spatial control ability was no weaker than that of simple physical restraint.
"Cough cough..."
Zhao Qingcang took out a bottle of potion that emitted a faint blue glow from his pocket, tilted his head back and drank it all in one gulp.
As the dicine went down his throat, his originally pale face finally regained so color, and his depleted spiritual energy received a bit of nourishnt, like withered trees coming back to life.
He took a breath, casually crushed the empty bottle, and amidst the flying glass shards, the old man's eyes beca more resolute than ever before.
"Teacher, I'll pave the way for you."
Before he finished speaking, Zhao Qingcang pushed his hands to the sides, as if opening an invisible, heavy door.
"Domain—【So Close Yet So Far】!"
Buzz—!
An invisible wave enveloped the sea area within a radius of ten miles.
Within this realm, the rules of space were forcibly rewritten by Zhao Qingcang.
Qin Zeduo's massive body was about to charge forward when he was shocked to find that although Zhao Qingcang was right in front of him, no matter how fast he accelerated or ramd, the short distance of a thousand ters was infinitely stretched, turning into an insurmountable chasm.
Its attack landed in the void, unable to even touch the hem of its opponent's clothes.
In contrast, Zhao Qingcang and Deng Qihe, though their bodies remained motionless, seed to be glued to the scales of the Yamata no Orochi.
"Now!"
Zhao Qingcang roared, veins bulging on his forehead, maintaining this level of domain was extrely taxing on him.
Without any hesitation, Deng Qihe's standard-issue longsword flashed with a blinding white light.
"Domain - 【Ten «N.o.v.e.l.i.g.h.t» Thousand Swords Return to One】!"
Above the sky, the once bright moonlight dimd, replaced by countless chilling sword energies.
As Deng Qi pointed his sword, countless sword intents, like an inverted Milky Way, roared down towards Qin Zeduo.
They were densely packed, like brilliant stars falling from the sky to earth.
"snort!"
Qin Zeduo's seven pairs of scarlet eyes finally showed a solemn expression.
It sensed danger.
"roar--!"
With a deep roar, the massive, mountain-like body of the Yamata no Orochi began to shrink rapidly.
Its original 100-ter-long body shrank by two-thirds in the blink of an eye, becoming only about 30 ters in size.
Although its smaller size reduces its attack range, the density of its scales and its defensive capabilities increase exponentially.
At this mont, the Yamata no Orochi resembled a piece of purplish-black divine iron that had been forged through countless trials.
Ding ding dong dong—!
Countless sword intents collided with the hard scales, erupting into a dense clang of tal against tal, sparks flying everywhere, like a grand fireworks display on the sea.
In just one second, the Yamata no Orochi endured at least tens of thousands of sword intents.
However, when the rain of swords subsided, what was revealed was its hard body, which, though covered in white marks, remained undamaged.
"The defense has increased this much?"
Deng Qihe frowned.
"It's not over yet!"
A ruthless glint flashed in Zhao Qingcang's eyes. He held his hands together as if forming a ball, and the dark gravitational vortex reappeared in his palms.
"【Stars Return to Ruins】"
With the enhancent of his domain, the power of this move is no longer a simple physical absorption, but an absolute constraint at the level of rules.
The black hole, which was originally only the size of a fist, expanded to the size of a millstone and appeared directly above the shrunken body of the Yamata no Orochi.
The terrifying gravity transford into an invisible hand, gripping Qin Zeduoichiro tightly.
This ti, the black hole used all its power to imprison.
The Yamata no Orochi's indestructible body emitted a teeth-grinding sound of bones grinding together under the pull of gravity. Its movents were completely stiff, and it couldn't even move a single finger.
"Teacher! Kill it!"
Zhao Qingcang bled from all seven orifices and roared out.
No further explanation is needed.
Deng Qihe was already poised to act.
He gripped the sword with both hands and raised it high above his head.
All the light and sound in the world disappeared, leaving only that sword.
The sword magnified infinitely in Qin Zeduo's pupils, filling the entire world.
Forty years ago, on that cold winter night.
I, too, was bound by such constraints, and watched helplessly as the sword fell, followed by endless darkness.
"Is it that trick again...?"
Qin Zeduo's seven heads simultaneously stopped struggling, a look of disbelief appearing in their eyes.
Is the ending still unchangeable?
I'm a little unwilling to accept this.
But he did not roar or beg for rcy; he simply watched the descending light calmly, as if awaiting a fateful judgnt.
"Heaven-Slaying Sword-Drawing Technique!"
Deng Qihe's aged voice resounded through the sky.
A white beam of light that stretched across the sky and earth instantly sliced through the neck of the Yamata no Orochi.
There were no obstacles.
Like a hot knife slicing through butter.
Puff! Puff! Puff! Puff! Puff! Puff! Puff!
The seven soft sounds almost overlapped.
Seven enormous, ferocious snake heads shot into the sky in unison, and blood from their severed necks gushed out like fountains, turning the entire sea area a glaring scarlet.
The enormous headless corpse swayed before crashing heavily onto the sea, splashing water everywhere.
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