Chapter 56

"World-Separating Sword!"

A peerless, bright sword light suddenly blossomed from the starlight, soaring through the air, slicing across the sky!

The sword light, cold and piercing, seemed to tear the air into two halves!

Yan Ba's pupils instantly dilated to their maximum, the reflection in his eyes showing a sword light that resembled a nimble, bright white dragon in the sky. In the sword light, which was about a dozen feet long, a faint black thread and a continuous yin-yang aura could be faintly seen!

Jun Wuming focused on the sword, as if all his essence and energy had merged into the long sword in his hand, a mysterious realm filling his spirit. It was as if his entire spirit had transformed into a snow-bright, unsheathed sharp sword. Body and sword as one, he rode the sword light, transforming into an unparalleled sword light, slaying everything in its path!

The World-Separating Sword was originally the sword technique of a great master who possessed Jun Wuming's body. Jun Wuming first used this sword technique to kill a Yin Spirit realm expert, Xiang Liang. This time, not only was its power increased by threefold, but it also carried a mysterious realm!

Kill! Slay! Slay everything!

It was as if Jun Wuming had transformed into a desperate swordsman at this moment, a sword sacrifice, where either you die or I perish!

As the sword light split, in an instant, the light shone to its utmost, as if all the light in the world had been drawn into this one sword, converging into an unparalleled sword energy!

Pfft!

The wind rose and the clouds surged, the light reaching its peak, rivaling the sun!

But it vanished in an instant, plunging into the darkness of the eternal night! Only a gentle breeze remained, stirring the clouds!

Boom!

A loud noise! Shaking the wilderness!

Suddenly, a bright white sword light shot out from the dark clouds, turning and instantly landing!

Black clothes, black hair, a long sword in hand, emitting a faint cold light.

Jun Wuming's face was slightly pale, and in his other hand, he held a palm slightly raised, a fire-red gem in his hand pulsing, emitting a powerful force, almost ready to leap out of Jun Wuming's hand!

The treasure had a spirit, and it acted on its own. Jun Wuming cultivated water attributes, naturally being repelled by the fire attribute gem. If not for Jun Wuming's strong magical power forcibly suppressing it, it would have already flown away!

He was inwardly delighted, but his expression remained unchanged. Looking at the Fire Devouring Clan's king still floating in the air, Jun Wuming felt relieved. No one understood better than he did how lucky he had been just now!

Using Black Wind to lure Yan Ba out of his lair was Jun Wuming's first plan. This arrangement had deep significance. According to Black Wind, the Fire Devouring Clan's king had similar cultivation to him but relied on treasures to win. Combined with the king's multiple ambushes, Jun Wuming could easily judge his character!

Arrogant and self-important, but cautious due to the presence of a strategist behind him. Jun Wuming knew that such people were the easiest to fall into traps! When the enemy showed overwhelming strength, they would act extremely arrogant and self-important!

Arranging Wu Zhantian to ambush was Jun Wuming's second plan. As a king, even when proud, he would still maintain some vigilance. When Wu Zhantian ambushed, the king would subconsciously relax his guard for a moment.

But that moment was what Jun Wuming needed!

A single sword decapitated. A fatal strike, Jun Wuming's sword severed the Yin Spirit's origin!

If the Fire Devouring Clan's king had reacted in that moment, the outcome would still be uncertain!

Their strengths were similar, Jun Wuming had the Black Dragon body, but Yan Ba had the Fiery Earth Fiend Pearl, making it hard to determine who was superior!

His clothes flapped in the wind, holding the long sword.

A finger flicked, a cold light flew out!

Like a ribbon sweeping, the cold air sharp, it instantly coiled back, and with a single hand, a six-yang head fell into his palm!

Jun Wuming shouted loudly, "The Fire Devouring Clan's king is dead, those who surrender will not be killed!"

The sound waves rolled down, shaking the wilderness, echoing through the sky!

"What? The clan leader is dead!"

"How is that possible? How could the clan leader die?"

"Run! Get out of here!"

"Scatter, run!"

Hearing Jun Wuming's loud roar, the Fire Devouring Clan members below were momentarily stunned. It was as if they had just woken from a dream, as if they were in a daze! Then they instantly lost their courage, all panicking!

"Don't believe him, he's lying! Fight! Kill them all!"

"Yes, he's lying, it's an illusion. As long as we hold on, the clan leader will return and lead us to kill them all!"

...

Some shouted at the top of their lungs, igniting their full magical power to battle the demons, fighting to the death.

However, the majority, seeing the dead, unblinking six-yang head in the black-clothed youth's hand, instantly broke down, fleeing in panic!

"Kill! Men, it's time for revenge, kill them all for the ancestors!"

Wu Zhantian and Black Wind, their faces covered in blood, stood on the demon wind, their eyes cold, looking at each other, then pursued the fleeing Fire Devouring Clan members.

Whoosh!

The black storm surged, like a black dragon. The sky was filled with dark light, swords, and knives, leaving trails of blood in the clouds, blood splattering, enriching the rocky soil around the pit.

The shouts of battle shook the sky, as if a layer of blood rain was falling from the sky, landing on the ground.

"Master Yu, run! I will protect you, the Fire Devouring Clan cannot be destroyed!"

Yan Yu's hair was disheveled, drops of blood forming a series of fierce marks on his face, some his own, some from the demons.

Looking at the anxious faces of the old servants around him, Yan Yu felt bitter. He looked around, seeing the black storm and dark clouds covering the sky.

Occasionally, red lights would flash in the clouds, but these red lights were surrounded by black wind demon energy, and every moment, a red light would fall from the sky, like dusk!

His eyes blurred, and Yan Yu seemed to see one of the red lights falling, one of the people who had always been at odds with him. A moment ago, they were still arrogantly mocking and belittling him, but now they were a cold, lifeless corpse, completely disappearing from the sky.

"Run, Master!"

"Run!"

...

Looking at the various faces around him, some old, some young, each with a different appearance, but sharing a common feature: sorrow, despair, and anxiety! Yan Yu felt as if a huge stone was pressing on his chest, making it hard to breathe!

"You can't run, and neither can you!"

Black Wind and Wu Zhantian's faces were cold, their killing intent like ice.

On either side, they led their demon soldiers to surround the group, slowly closing in!

The group was suddenly startled, and Yan Yu, realizing the situation, looked up. He saw that only a few red lights were still struggling in the sky, while the other Fire Devouring Clan members had been completely wiped out!

Staring at the blood-red war spear in the old turtle's hand, Yan Yu's mouth was slightly bitter, and he glanced at the old servants around him, who had a look of death in their eyes.

Yan Yu gritted his teeth and said in a deep voice, "I, Yan Yu, will not surrender even in death. If you want to kill me, just do it, it's just death!"

"Fine, if you want to die, I'll grant your wish!"

A cold light flashed in Wu Zhantian's eyes, and he roared, the blood spear in his hand instantly glowing red, the red light substantial like blood, the emitted light like a bloody demon light, slicing through instantly!

"Bang!"

A loud noise that shook the clouds!

Blood light filled the sky, flames spread like a wildfire.

The red light instantly illuminated the dark night. In the underground cave, it seemed like a volcanic eruption, a shocking fiery rainbow shooting into the sky, colliding with the blood-red demon light from Wu Zhantian's strike!

Sizzle!

The sound of air being burned echoed. Flames spread across the sky, matching the blood light.

Suddenly!

The wind changed, and a figure stepped out of the fire.

"High Priest!"

This person had white eyebrows and fiery hair, wearing a king's robe and jade belt, tall and robust but with a hint of old age, it was the High Priest!

Looking at the remaining Fire Devouring Clan members behind him, a trace of sorrow flashed in the High Priest's eyes. The Fire Devouring Clan was on the brink of extinction!

Turning around, the High Priest stared at the turtle and snake demons in front of him, his eyes filled with fierce light. Damn demons!

Suddenly, the High Priest's heart stirred, and he instinctively looked up. He saw a shocking sword light suddenly descending from the sky, silent and invisible, like a sword from beyond the heavens, the sword energy piercing the sky, making one's heart race and skin crawl!

"Oh no!"

His face changed drastically, and the High Priest instantly realized he could not fully withstand this sword. More importantly, the last remaining Fire Devouring Clan member behind him could not be harmed!

"Explosion Technique!"

His eyes filled with determination, his old face flushed, his fiery hair flying, his magical power raised to the extreme, his body filled with an extreme energy, expanding several times, looking like it was about to explode at any moment.

Fiery light surged from his body, making him look like a giant human torch, shining brightly for miles!

"Run!"

Bang!

In an instant, a sound like a massive explosion echoed, shaking the entire sky, as if the sky itself trembled three times!

Unparalleled flames erupted, rushing towards the sword light.

Another streak of fire suddenly shot out from the other end of the flames, instantly carrying Yan Yu away, disappearing in the blink of an eye!

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