"A myriad of swords return to their origin, shaking heaven and earth!"

Lu Li unleashed the tenth sword of Sword Eleven. In an instant, countless sword energies burst forth from the Heavenly Question Sword, condensing into tens of thousands of longswords that covered the entire space.

"kill!!!"

The next moment, ten thousand swords rang out in unison, and countless sword shadows swept down upon Wang Mang like a tidal wave.

"The Return of Ten Thousand Swords to the Origin... It truly lives up to its name!!!" Wang Mang's expression was solemn, yet he remained remarkably calm.

He raised his arms, his inner energy surging, swirling, and condensing between them.

Finally, two pale blue vortexes appeared in front of Wang Mang!

These vortexes rotated slowly, enveloping Wang Mang like a protective shield.

Lu Li's countless sword shadows struck the vortexes, but only caused ripples, unable to harm Wang Mang in the slightest.

"Hahaha..." Wang Mang laughed loudly.

Lu Li frowned, sensing that the situation seemed rather bad.

The previous offensive had almost exhausted all of his internal energy. Now, he would find it difficult to even hold out, let alone confront Wang Mang head-on.

"Lu Li, do you still have the strength to fight?" Wang Mang asked with a mocking expression. "I advise you to cooperate with me. If we join forces, we will surely be able to fight against the Heavenly Dao!"

Lu Li shook his head: "Why are you talking so much nonsense?"

Upon hearing this, Wang Mang's pupils constricted sharply, and he roared, "Since you want to struggle in your death throes, then I'll send you on your way!"

Before he could finish speaking, Wang Mang stomped his feet hard on the ground.

Boom!!

The ground shook.

"Haha, Lu Li, let's see how long you can hold out!"