The chaotic trajectory between stars changes erratically, and after a precise and flawless arrangent, it forms a majestic Dragon Elephant Star Chart.
Sword Master Yu, draped in a black and red sword robe, dances fiercely in the wind, standing as tall and upright as a mountain. His raised arm falls lightly, unleashing a powerful Sword Intent that cracks mountains and splits earth. The battle spirit is natural and destructive, as chaotic rain falls from the sky, desolate and overwhelming.
The ghouls roaming and roaring on the ground obviously have no awareness, yet under this terrifying sword movent, their actions beco paralyzed.
Imdiately, an incomprehensible scene unfolds!
Hordes of ghouls, instead of scattering to roam and devour the living, crazily swarm towards a central point, converging like sand to form a sturdy iron tower, layer by layer.
In a brief instant, with the dissipating Black Feather at its pinnacle, the imnse Corpse Tower forms, reaching a height of several hundred feet.
Under the imasurable might of Sword Master Yu’s power, the Black Feather perched at the very top, like a cloud, silently disintegrates to ashes.
Imdiately, yard by yard, the Corpse Tower collapses and scatters, spewing out countless sticky flas of blood, roaring in rage, as if suppressed and smoothed by the palm of a giant deity!
The towering Corpse Mountain giant tower, amidst interweaving electric flas, sees the ghoul’s aura topple and extinguish.
Among tens of thousands of beings, silence reigns, as the March sky is devoid of cicada calls, lacking fireflies, with the moonlight casting a bleak glow. The sprawling Bai Tuo Mountain montarily loses the shadow of ghouls, becoming indescribably vast and open.
Countless disciples, sheltered by Sword Master Yu’s sword light barrier, stare blankly at the unparalleled beautiful man under the moonlit sky.
Realizing belatedly, a stunning light finally erupts in their eyes.
All the disciples feel a sense of rebirth after surviving a calamity, unable to restrain their loud cheers.
The aura and light resembling the Divine Pillar gradually extinguish between heaven and earth, with Sword Master Yu showing a weary look, pressing a hand to his chest, his spiritual power nearly depleted.
Yet at the sa ti, he also feels a sense of great relief.
Though ghouls are ancient defilents vanished from the world, there is likely no ancient manuscript in the Six Realms docunting the thod of eradicating them.
But what of it? As long as Baili Yu remains in the Xijian Sect for a day, averting disaster is never considered a miracle.
He was about to let out a long sigh of relief when his gaze suddenly trembled wildly.
On the ground where smoke and electric flas had dispersed, the aura and light of the Dragon Elephant gradually dimd and scattered, amidst the enormous pits on the ground, countless scorched bones turned to charcoal.
In the vision, innurable earth and rubble interweave with debris, with the ghoul’s body shattered into pieces, leaving only steaming blood and white bones, not transforming into the deathly fla-blackened feathers.
Within that area of charcoal and remains, suddenly, a pale hand encrusted with blazing Blood Crystals arches up a small mound.
It is a ghoul!
A ghoul whose physical body has not been completely destroyed, a survivor still alive!
It slowly crawls out from the remains of its kind, layered with a thick coat of flaming Blood Crystals, resembling flowing amber, soft yet resilient!
The cheering stops abruptly, as the Thirteen Swords’ faces turn grim, and the Xijian disciples’ joy, not yet having cooled, gradually replaced by fear and dread.
Who said that ghouls cannot develop spiritual wisdom and lack conscious thought.
During the mont of life and death, they ford a tower of sand, protected themselves by sacrificing, with tens of thousands of ghouls draining their life essence just to save one ghoul!
This is sacrifice! And also self-preservation!
A ghoul, surviving for all, dying with all!
Yun Rong’s water-cut eyes seem to contain a cold pool a thousand feet deep, as she summons her sword with a reverse grip, without hesitation or doubt, raising a blizzard of wind and frost, launching a deadly strike directly at the ghoul.
Simultaneously, the remaining Thirteen Swords, including Jun He, respond no slower, each emitting fierce shouts, summoning their Lifebound Swords, each performing mighty Sword Skills, surrounding the ghoul with no escape.
Attempting to slay it before it can awaken its companions.
Everyone’s breath tightens, hearts feeling as if they are about to leap from their chests.
Because no one can imagine, three thousand ghouls, in an instant, multiplied tenfold or a hundredfold into ghosts, what kind of desperate and terrifying death predicant that would plunge into.
Eleven Spirit Swords from different positions, perford different ultimate sword skills, the sword bodies refracted dazzling light, reflecting in countless tense gazes.
The mont the ghoul was pierced through by Sword Qi, the black mist began to rise up from the earth.
The beating of wings that inspired despair echoed in the air.
Ghostly fire overflowed, as if every breeze, every fallen leaf, was splattered with Black Feather and ghost fla!
A vast, cold energy swept across, generating terrifying waves, scattering the eleven figures who wielded swords to kill.
The dark vision surged like the Yangtze River flowing into the sea, devouring all daylight; suddenly, the world quieted down, leaving only the eerie sound of crows flapping their wings.
In an instant, darkness engulfed the entire Bai Tuo Mountain, and countless black birds suddenly flew out from nowhere, with vibrant green fire patterns on their wings—a disaster from the heavens.
At this mont, Baili An finally knew why Jun He’s sword could only barely exterminate tens of thousands of ghouls.
Just like a chopstick is easy to break, a bundle of chopsticks is hard to break, it’s the sa principle.
The strength of the ghoul lies in its abilities to exponentially multiply and increase, one plus one exceeds two in power, which is terrifying. Thirty thousand ghouls layered together, like an insurmountable iron wall of a celestial city, unbreakable!
At the border defense formation of Bai Tuo Mountain, the line finally collapsed like a tidal wave, and the endless darkness of the Corpse Tide rushed out like a dam breaking.
The sea of corpses amassed, and beca irrecoverable.
Such filth ghosts invaded the mortal world, continuing to spread like a locust tide, unstoppable, devouring living people.
Sword Master Yu’s face was ashen, no hint of color left, seeing this desperate scene, his mind was in turmoil, a mouthful of fresh blood spurted wildly from his mouth, his whole body fell down.
"Sect Master!" Jun He, with sharp eyes and quick reflexes, leapt across to catch Sword Master Yu’s body.
His gaze was urgent, his tone exceptionally heavy, as he looked at Sword Master Yu and said solemnly, "Sect Master, with matters as they are, we of this generation cannot continue to let ghouls devour the mortal world, the Xijian Sect cannot bear such responsibility. Please, Sect Master, summon the Dianjian Palace, we are willing to sacrifice, with no regrets!"
The Dianjian Palace, the whole of Tianxi, everyone has no ti to leave, only to perish here.
But if the Dianjian Palace is not summoned, the number of ghouls will endlessly increase, not to ntion the fall of the Country of Qin, even the total destruction and fall of all nations in the mortal world, would be just a matter of days.
This consequence is too terrifying, even Sword Master Yu cannot bear it.
Baili Yu’s face turned pale, knowing there’s no retreat, he gazed deeply and said, "Jun He, if I lose my cultivation or am inadvertently sacrificed, the position of Sect Master will be temporarily held by you, until a new World Sword Master is found..."
With awareness in heart, what follows is to prepare his last words.
Baili An, with a Yin Flute in hand, swept away several ghouls, clearing the path, suddenly interrupted Sword Master Yu’s next words:
"Thinking of leaving a legacy now is too hasty and pessimistic, the situation has yet to reach the point of no return."
Jun He frowned internally, thought to himself, at such a ti, this youth boasts of his talent, to dare utter such bold words.
Things have developed to this extent, even if the Three Sects of Heavenly Dao gathered here, there is no rationale to annihilate thirty thousand undead army in an instant.
Where does such confidence to say these words co from?
"Little Junior Brother, perilous tis don’t allow for idle jokes."
Jun He’s temperant is gentle and courteous, even at such a ti, for a proud young junior, he rely reprimanded sternly without ridiculing, showing his gentlemanly grace and cultivation.
Sword Master Yu also agreed with his thoughts, shook his head at Baili An and said, "Matters have reached this point, there is no other way."
Baili An said, "With the Sword Palace out, how can there be talk of legacy? Even if Senior Brother has imnse cultivation, he cannot escape death, this Sect Master’s position bequeathed is to the dead."
His faint words made Sword Master Yu tremble, the despair in his eyes deepened.
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