As the effects of the blood energy gradually weakened, Mo Yan, who regained consciousness, knew that she couldn't break through the Sword Pavilion's protective formation on her own. Therefore, her initial goal was these four strangely shaped buildings.

She doesn't seek destruction; as long as she can disrupt the operation of the great formation, she has a glimmer of hope.

However... just as the four wisteria vines were about to touch the building's surface.

The four buildings simultaneously lit up with a dazzling golden light, and concentric rings rose from below, forming a protective layer.

Sizzle!

The wisteria vines were instantly repelled by the golden light, unable to damage the building in the slightest!

"A formation within a formation!"

A deep sense of helplessness and dejection flashed in Mo Yan's eyes.

The enemy was well-prepared; they had even superimposed more powerful protective formations on top of these core array bases!

This place is, after all, the stronghold that the Azure Sky Sword Pavilion has cultivated for countless years. Its defenses are so tight that they can be described as an impregnable fortress!

Puff puff puff puff!

At this moment, the vast rain of swords in the sky seized the opportunity when Mo Yan was distracted and instantly broke through the last few layers of sparse vine defense!

Dozens of incredibly refined lightsabers pierced through the protective demonic power that Mo Yan had hastily gathered and plunged into the vines below!

"Hmm..."

Mo Yan let out a low groan, her small face turning pale, and the surging wisteria vines slowly withered.

She... finally suffered real trauma!

...

Below is the Sword-Asking Platform.

Shen Yunhao stared furiously at the distant horizon, completely unaware that his hands were clenched into fists, his nails digging deep into his palms, piercing his skin, and the seeping blood staining his hands red...

Ning Yuyao stood close to him, and could vaguely feel the uncontrollable slight trembling coming from the man.

Her heart clenched, and she could only grip his hand even tighter to express her unwavering devotion.

To Ning Yuyao's surprise, Shen Yunhao's behavior was much "quieter" than she had expected.

Based on her understanding of Shen Yunhao, at the very first moment of the battle, this brat should have rushed out without hesitation, even if it meant using his own body to block the attack, in an attempt to stop the fight.

However, from beginning to end, apart from his body trembling from the intense suppression, he did not make any sound or make any impulsive moves.

Could it be... out of fear?

No, that's impossible.

She knew that whether it was Mo Yan, herself, Zhu Li, or Mu Shuangshuang in this situation, Shen Yunhao would not hesitate to step forward to rescue them.

His current behavior can only mean that... he has other plans.

But what Ning Yuyao didn't know was that at this moment, Shen Yunhao was experiencing excruciating pain with almost every breath.

Only a sliver of reason remained, suppressing his instinct to rush forward...

He could see it clearly: Mo Yan was under the influence of blood energy and was coming on strong. Going out now would only be a pointless death and would only escalate the conflict.

The seven sword saints will not stop because of his obstruction. On the contrary, it may confirm his crime of "colluding" with the demonic vine and drag the Guanghan Palace into the mess.

He was waiting for an opportunity, an opportunity that might allow him to achieve the greatest change with the least cost... At the very least, only when Mo Yan lost his threat to Wanren City would Ouyang Jingfeng be able to give him a chance to speak.

It sounds easy, but...

Watching helplessly as the girl he swore to protect was bullied right in front of him was far more painful and torturous than simply rushing out to his death!

He slowly turned his gaze to the smug, cold-smiling old man in the Taoist robe in the sky. This should be the first time in his life that he had felt such great resentment and murderous intent towards someone...

...

The endless sword energy and light swords, like a cold galaxy, continuously washed over and pierced the petite figure that was locked in mid-air.

Mo Yan's protective spiritual energy had been completely shattered. Countless light swords pierced through the vine cocoon in mid-air, and dark golden blood could be faintly seen dripping down, only to be evaporated into nothingness by the sharp sword energy as it fell.

The injured Mo Yan was completely powerless to resist the attack of the Ten Thousand Swords Returning to Flow Formation and was completely locked in mid-air.

However, the Dark Abyss Vine's immense vitality continues to surge forth, and given this state, it will take considerable effort to completely eradicate it.

After all, the offensive and destructive power of the Ten Thousand Swords Returning to Flow Formation is not its strong point.

Even in this situation, Mo Yan, who had completely lost the ability to resist and could only quietly wait for death to come, showed no fear or despair on her face. Instead, she had an unusual calmness, even indifference.

She tilted her head slightly, her dark purple pupils piercing through countless sword lights, landing on the smug and cold-smiling Daoist Qianhe in the distance. However, there was not much hatred or resentment in her eyes; instead, there was an extremely complex and indescribable emotion flowing through them.

She seemed to regret that she would never have the chance to pester that stinky brother who always called her "stinky little sister" but protected her time and time again, that she could no longer bicker and fight with him, and that she could no longer "roam the world" and cause trouble together.

She was also relieved that this "monster," who should have died two hundred years ago, had finally, in the final moments of her life, relinquished all her pride, reserve, and unease, completely surrendering her most precious and purest heart and body as a girl to the only person she deeply loved and the only one who could give her peace of mind. Death, therefore, seemed less frightening.

But more than anything, she felt a deep, unbearable heartache… The thought of the grief and pain Shen Yunhao would endure upon learning of her death caused her heart to ache slightly, a pain far more unbearable than the sword wound on her body…

I thought that once I was freed from the shackles of the Netherfire Curse and escaped the control of the Blood Sect, I could walk towards a bright future with him...

Little did they expect that this slumber would be their last…

Ouyang Jingfeng breathed a heavy sigh of relief as he watched Mo Yan, whose aura was constantly weakening yet still stubbornly persisting within the sword formation.

He knew perfectly well that without the help of the great formation, even if the seven sword saints joined forces, they would have no chance of keeping the half-step Taixu demonic vine, and might even have to pay a heavy price.

From one side, Daoist Qianhe's wild laughter rang out: "Hahaha! Pavilion Master Ouyang! Fellow Daoists! This is truly gratifying! This fiend has plagued the world for hundreds of years, committing heinous crimes, and today he has finally been brought to his knees! The Azure Sky Sword Pavilion has turned the tide and eliminated such a major threat, which is a blessing for all living beings and deserves the greatest credit!"

Ouyang Jingfeng was unmoved by the blatant praise, merely glancing at him before returning his gaze to the sword formation. "This demonic vine has unimaginable vitality. Although it has been locked up by the great formation, its fundamental essence remains and should not be underestimated!"

Moreover, she single-handedly stormed our Wanren City; she may still have a backup plan. Everyone, remain vigilant, just in case.

However, at that moment, a mocking laugh came from within the formation.

"The righteous path, the leader of all, and what has it all been like? A hundred years ago, they were completely fooled by a traitor from a demonic sect, and today they are being led by the nose by the same traitor. How laughable... truly laughable!"