At this moment, the outer chaos battlefield has become a dead and silent void space. There is no trace of the void hurricane, and the rubble and planets have disappeared, as if they had never existed in this world.
Yun Che's figure slowly emerged from this surging sea of sword energy, like a solitary leaf drifting. His face was as pale as paper, his steps were weak and unsteady, and his lips were stained with blood. The crimson blood trickled down the corners of his mouth, smearing his originally resolute features with a terrifying tinge.
Yun Che had endured countless battles throughout his life, navigating the glare of swords and sabers, teetering on the brink of life and death. Yet, even so, he had never felt so miserable and helpless as he did today.
The blood flowing from the corner of Yun Che's mouth was like a winding stream. It was difficult to tell whether it was fresh blood from his recent resistance or the blood stains that had not yet dried on his face after being hit by the "Eternal Punishment".
It was obvious that he had suffered a severe injury, his breath became disordered, like a candle in the wind, and the power in his body retreated back to the realm of the upper true god, as if the previous peak power was just a short dream.
The Great Buddha Art was naturally circulating crazily within his body, and the miracle of life shone around him like a bright star. Yun Che was using all his strength to heal his injuries at the fastest speed.
Despite his severe injuries, Yun Che's eyes still gleamed with a sharp light. He hadn't conceded defeat. At least, he had successfully withstood the second strike from the Heaven-Slaying Ancestral Sword Spirit. At the same time, an extremely subtle, almost imperceptible green light emanated from his body, fleetingly disappearing.
Yun Che knew he was severely injured, and he also understood that the Ancestral Heaven Slayer Sword Spirit across from him was equally vulnerable. His hands trembled as he tightly gripped the Heaven Smiting Devil Slayer Sword. This battle was arguably the most dangerous and difficult of his life, completely surpassing his original limits and squeezing out every ounce of his combat potential.
But his progress was also visible to the naked eye. Yun Che's control over the Ancestral Power had finally reached an unprecedented state of perfection. Even though the Ancestral Power he could currently muster was extremely limited, he was still able to unleash a razor-sharp sword power several times greater than his own strength.
“Yun Che!!!” Yun Gu’s roar, filled with resentment, exploded in this deadly space like rolling thunder, and his figure also slowly emerged from the sea of sword energy.
Yun Gu's right arm was a bloody mess, blood gushing out, staining not only his sleeves but even his soul with the crimson. His hand, clutching the Heaven-Slaying Ancestral Sword, trembled uncontrollably. Although his face bore no visible scars, it was clear that the trauma he had endured was no less severe than Yun Che's.
As the extremely yang spirit of the chaotic world, he has never suffered any damage since his birth, and it is even more difficult to imagine that he would be hurt by a creature born in this chaotic world.
He was a lofty, transcendent being, a primordial spirit distinct from all other chaotic beings. In terms of life form, the Heaven-Slaying Ancestral Sword Spirit was second only to the Ancestral God, and he was one of the only two guardians of order in this chaotic world.
But now, before him appeared Yun Che, a monstrous being, a freak unlike any seen before. Yun Gu had a vague sense of foreboding, as if he would "die" here today. Facing Yun Che, his unwavering confidence was completely shattered. The two incredibly powerful strikes he had just delivered had not only failed to completely annihilate Yun Che, but had instead left him gravely injured. This had left the Ancestral Sword Spirit of the Heaven-Slaying Slayer feeling a deep sense of unease.
Although he is now in the outer chaos and cannot rely too much on the power of the heaven in the original chaotic world, he will never lose in Yun Gu's world of consciousness, and it is even more impossible for him to lose to the creatures born in his chaotic world.
This was undoubtedly the ultimate insult to him, a situation he could no longer tolerate. At that moment, he felt he had blasphemed the Ancestral God, betrayed his gift, and even betrayed the mission the Ancestral God had entrusted to him. In his subconscious, he felt as if he had become the most unforgivable sinner in the world.
However, there was still room for recovery. Yun Gu's eyes revealed a fierce look as he stared at Yun Che intently. He knew he still had a chance.
Because he still had strength left, his power was still enough to strike a third time. As long as Yun Che died, then everything could be treated as if it had never happened, and the shame he carried could be easily washed away.
No one would know the details of this battle, and no one would have thought that the Sword Spirit of the Heaven-Slaying Ancestor would be so seriously injured in this battle. As long as he could laugh last, then all the chapters of history would be written by him, and no one would doubt it.
Just like when the Age of Gods and Demons ended, everyone thought that everything was caused by the Evil Infant hijacking the Sky Poison Pearl and releasing the poison of eternal damnation. How could anyone have imagined that he was the mastermind behind all this?
From its birth until now, the Sword Spirit of the Heaven-Slaying Ancestral had never felt such intense anger towards a Chaos creature. Even within him, an uncontrollable fear and dread grew. Yun Che had become the one he must kill. No matter what happened next, Yun Che would have no chance of survival, even if it meant exchanging his life for another's!
“That’s already the second sword strike. If this is all you’re capable of, then from now on, you will disappear from this world forever.” Yun Che panted heavily, his lips curled up in a charming yet mocking arc, his face filled with contempt.
At this moment, from Yun Che's perspective, it seemed as if the offensive and defensive forces had reversed. He no longer needed to endure the suffocating pressure he had felt at the beginning, because as long as he could block one more sword strike, he would truly defeat the Ancestral Sword Spirit of Heaven Slaying and become the new master of this chaotic world.
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