Spirit Ruin, Sword Coffin, Blind Swordsman

That standoff lasted only a few breaths. They could not break Gu Li’s talisman barrier, but they could still seize Ye Feng and the others.

Lu Hengtian and Zhu Ying had been sent to capture the three of them in the first place. If even one of the three were taken, Li Guanqi would come to the rescue at any cost.

Ye Feng, Cao Yan, and Xiao Chen instantly became the focus of every attack.

Xiao Chen scowled. Facing cultivators from higher realms, he was soon forced onto the defensive. More and more wounds opened across his body, but he gritted his teeth and held on without a word. He couldn’t match Ye Feng, whose killing power now surpassed both his and Cao Yan’s.

Cao Yan was forced onto the defensive as well. He dodged several vicious attacks, flames flickering beneath his feet as his speed surged.

Cao Yan’s fist technique was bold and forceful, carrying the momentum to crush entire mountains. Even with the gap in cultivation, no one dared to take one of his punches head-on. Furthermore, the Lightning Dragon Flame’s power was no joke. Once those flames latched on, putting them out was next to impossible.

Ye Feng swept a cold gaze around him and said solemnly, “Gu Li! Quit hiding in there, damn it. Get out here and take some of them on!”

Swish!

Gu Li complied. He flashed out and immediately grabbed Xiao Chen by the collar, pulling him away.

Ye Feng’s voice rang out again. “Fourth Brother, you take one side and Nine Heavens takes the other. Back to back. Nine Heavens can attack too.

“Third Brother, behind you!”

Pfft!

Cao Yan shifted several zhang sideways. A wound opened across his back, neither too deep nor too shallow.

Buzz!

Gu Li’s powerful divine consciousness spread out in an instant, extending tens of thousands of zhang in every direction. With their divine consciousnesses linked, they no longer fought alone. A single thought from any one of them was enough for the rest to understand what to do.

Ye Feng and the others held the Sha organization’s assassins a full thousand zhang out.

Meng Wanshu stood alone. Magical items and magical treasures flashed with dazzling light around her, pinning two Wang-tier assassins where they stood.

The fighting had reached a fever pitch, and everyone knew time was running out. The battle inside would be decided before long, and if the assassins could not take Li Guanqi now, they might never get another chance.

While Cao Yan was still tangled in his own fight, he suddenly noticed something: Ye Feng was growing stronger the longer he fought.

Sword light flashed as Ye Feng swung his sword one-handed, each strike carrying enough force to uproot mountains and rivers. The arm wielding it possessed terrifying strength. It was his Ghost Arm.

A sharp light flickered in Cao Yan’s eyes as his mind power spread out. Even Gu Li was taken aback when he sensed it, turning to Cao Yan with a startled look. This was not the first time Gu Li had felt Cao Yan’s mind power, yet Cao Yan’s innately flawless sea of consciousness still amazed him.

Cao Yan narrowed his eyes. Something was wrong. The Ghost Arm was absorbing strands of demonic qi.

At first, Cao Yan thought little of it. He knew the power in Ye Feng’s arm shared the Abyssal Demons’ origin. Ye Feng had made a contract with an Abyssal Demon spirit, but Li Guanqi’s Spirit Pardon ability kept it in check, so Cao Yan had never worried that anything would happen to him.

However, the current sight left him uneasy. The black demonic qi seeping from the void was extraordinarily pure, even purer than the aura emanating from every Wang-tier assassin on the battlefield.

Cao Yan could not help but warn Ye Feng through a voice transmission. “Second Brother, be careful!”

Ye Feng was locked in a death fight with a red-robed assassin, but he took the warning to heart. Cao Yan wouldn’t bring it up without a good reason.

Golden light burst beneath Ye Feng’s feet as he steadily gave ground, trying to regroup with Cao Yan and the others.

Without warning, several massive sword lights slashed in from the side.

Slash!

Ye Feng stopped in place. Golden light flickered beneath his feet as he instantly moved over a hundred zhang sideways.

Two assassins closed in from the left and right, boxing him in. The pressure on him spiked.

But Ye Feng only grew fiercer, as if an endless well of power had begun erupting within him. Perhaps because the demonic qi around them was so thick, the Ghost Arm kept breaking past its limits, erupting with terrifying force.

By the time an incense stick had burned down, Nine Heavens was drenched in blood from head to toe, the light in his eyes much dimmer.

Gu Li was burning through talismans at an exponential rate, and the storage rings on both hands were nearly empty.

Meng Wanshu, fighting alone with her sword, was nearing her limit too. Beside her, one magical treasure after another burst apart. No matter how strong those treasures were, they could never replace a cultivator’s own power. Once pushed past their limits, they naturally broke.

Everyone had taken wounds; only the severity differed. If not for the domain Meng Jiangchu‌ had raised to suppress their enemies, they would have lost long ago.

Ye Feng suddenly had an idea. He shouted, “Coat everyone’s weapons with heavenly fire!”

Boom!

Four colored flames burst forth and enveloped their weapons, with the Five Yang Ghost Flame burning brightest among them. Their exhaustion faded, and they could once again fight the enemy on equal terms.

Boom!

Gu Li’s eyes lit up. Nine Heavens suddenly unfurled his body and coiled upward.

Roar!

Terrifying shockwaves spread outward as a white-robed figure slowly stepped forward, treading on a path of lightning.

Li Guanqi’s eyes were bright, lightning surging around him, the Red Lotus Sword in his hand. He surveyed the battlefield and grasped the entire situation. He immediately took command and began coordinating everyone’s strength.

At the same time—

Buzz!

A faint purple glimmer flashed. Before Gu Li could utter a word, Li Guanqi had already vanished from his side.

Whoosh!

A thread of purple lightning, fine as a hair, flickered behind Meng Wanshu. The next moment, a handsome face appeared right in front of her red-robed opponent.

Li Guanqi murmured, “Shadow Demon Slash, Dark Night.”

For a hundred li around, the void dimmed. Four heavenly flames coiled around Li Guanqi’s blade, and a dazzling sword light erupted.

Boom!

Mid Combined Body Realm!

Violent sword intent poured out. A devastating sword light shot out for ten thousand zhang.

A moment later, Li Guanqi held a massive severed head in one hand. He stood proudly, clad in lightning armor. He tore out the man’s divine soul and flung it into the Lightning Tower.

Li Guanqi instantly reappeared behind Meng Wanshu and said softly, “Are you okay?”

Meng Wanshu shook her head. Her beautiful eyes stayed on him, and she murmured in disbelief, “The third level of the Spirit Comprehension Stage?”

The two exchanged a single glance, perfectly in sync. Without another word, they charged together at the remaining red-robed assassin.

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