"What's going on? What does Xuanhao Hongye want to do?"
Venerable Haoyue was puzzled, but in order to stabilize the Mandala Array, he had to consume more spiritual power to maintain its operation.
Lin Feng, who was standing to the side, watched everything in front of him quietly, and suddenly felt uneasy.
"What's going on? This feeling? Could it be..."
He keenly sensed the approaching danger, and after a moment's thought, he quietly left the scene while the others were not paying attention.
On the outside, Ji Bingyan looked at the dark clouds covering the sky, feeling somewhat uneasy.
"Can our lord hold on? The barrier of the Mandala Array seems to have become even stronger."
As she spoke, she turned and glanced at Jun Yutian.
But Jun Yutian closed his eyes, sat cross-legged, and regulated his breathing. He was not disturbed by external factors and tried his best to adjust his state of mind to its peak.
After a long while, as noon arrived, he slowly opened his eyes.
In the distance, amidst the dense, ominous clouds, a single, cold glint shone.
"Right now."
Without the slightest hesitation, Jun Yutian drew his sword and channeled the Yuan Power he had already gathered into the blade.
The dawn light pierced through the sky, striking directly into the distant darkness.
The moment it pierced the sky, the sword light transformed into a rain of countless swords, crashing down upon the Nine Netherworld Barrier.
At this moment, the quasi-emperor at the peak of his cultivation, carrying the force to shatter mountains and split seas, directly broke through the indestructible barrier.
"not good!"
Upon noticing the anomaly in the barrier, Venerable Haoyue exclaimed in surprise and was about to take remedial action, but it was too late.
The sword energy, extremely powerful and yang, pierced directly through the cold light, leaving a golden sword mark.
"It's done."
Jun Yutian successfully executed his attack, sheathed his sword, and immediately charged towards the location of Venerable Haoyue.
"Pfft~"
The barrier shattered, and the powerful backlash sent the Nine Netherworld Apostles flying.
Venerable Haoyue spat out a mouthful of black blood, and was greatly shocked as he looked at the figures screaming in agony all over the ground.
Finally, he collapsed to the ground, his face full of regret: "It's over, we've fallen for their trap."
...
Inside the mandala array, Shen Zhaohe and Xuanhao Hongye faced off for several moments.
Just as Xuan Hao Hongye was about to make his move, Shen Zhao struck first.
"The best form of the Eight Desolation Techniques: The Desolation God dies."
Just as the blade was about to strike, Xuan Hao Hongye unleashed his concentrated inner energy with a thunderous roar.
As the two passed each other, a deafening roar was heard, accompanied by the collapse and dissipation of the mandala array.
The dragon scale in Shen Zhao's hand snapped off instantly.
The air seemed to stand still for a moment, and the falling leaves fluttered silently.
After a long while, Xuan Hao Hongye's hoarse voice came through.
"What kind of move is this?"
"In its beginning, the blade was named: Heaven Slayer."
As soon as he finished speaking, a pool of hot blood spurted from Xuan Hao Hongye's chest...
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