Star Martial Soaring Cloud

November 15th, the day Jung-kwok was resurrected.

At midnight, atop the Central Mountain Range, a biting wind howled, swirling with fine snowflakes, announcing to the crowd this performance that belonged only to him.

Xiao He stood at the very front of the mountain peak, his Haoqi Sword embedded in the rock in front of him, its blade gleaming coldly in the moonlight.

Behind him stood nine figures, their auras steady, like nine unsheathed swords.

Nine cultivators at the Dragon Gate Divine Realm.

Zhao Shuheng also successfully broke through the realm the day before yesterday.

With ten against five, they have a huge numerical advantage.

Their greater advantage lies in the fact that as long as they eliminate Koyama Ken'yō and Hatoda Tetsuya and sever Kimiko's bloodline, they will be invincible.

They were well prepared for this battle.

Lin Yueyao and Li Xin had already been properly settled and hidden away.

In a battle where both sides are fighting to the death, the enemy might use any means necessary, leaving no room for error.

He sat cross-legged on a huge rock, with the Kanli Guizhen Furnace suspended in mid-air beside him. The furnace was dark red and ancient, with flame and water wave patterns flickering in the deep darkness, the power of water and fire gathering and ready to be unleashed.

Yuan Kong clasped his hands together, closed his eyes, and chanted scriptures, surrounded by golden Buddhist light.

Ye Wuhen was hidden in the shadows; no one knew where he was, but everyone knew he was there.

Yun Qingyao's ribbons fluttered gently in the mountain breeze, while Yan Zixi's four spiritual flowers spun slowly around her, one gentle and one fierce, combining offense and defense. Su Qinhe's jade flute was held to her lips, not yet played, but already poised to strike.

Li Yu and Zhang Lian stood side by side. The two cultivators, who had just broken through to the next realm, showed no fear on their faces, only excitement and eagerness.

"They will definitely come today." Xiao He's voice was calm. "When Jun Guo is resurrected on her birthday, they will have no choice."

No one speaks.

Everyone stared intently at the darkness below the mountain, on high alert.

Undeniably, both Fusang and the Tianyi Sect miscalculated.

They underestimated the group of monks who had arrived on the island.

Despite being surrounded by powerful enemies from the Dragon Gate Divine Realm after the teleportation array was destroyed, these young cultivators from the Nine Provinces not only did not collapse, but instead defied the odds and broke through to the Dragon Gate Divine Realm.

They have made ample preparations for any unforeseen circumstances.

Even sending out three experts at the Dragon Gate Divine Realm couldn't stop this group of cultivators from the Nine Provinces.

Even with Junguo's resurrection, they still have much to do.

The breaking of the four-directional seal, the setting up of the four-directional spirit-gathering array...

All of this required a great deal of effort and time, and had to be done in secrecy throughout, which caused them to arrive at the Central Mountain Range later than Wang Xiao and his group.

After careful negotiation, they clashed with the cultivators from Kyushu the day after their arrival.

After a fierce battle, both sides suffered heavy losses, and neither gained any advantage.

Even more critically, these cultivators from the Nine Provinces seemed to know their plan and remained steadfastly guarding the Central Mountain Range, never leaving its side.

The Central Mountain Range is very special.

The spirit-gathering array at the foot of the mountain can deter strange beasts, keeping those ferocious creatures away.

The plan of the Five Ninjas of Fusang to summon strange beasts and create chaos thus failed.

Fortunately, the Five Ninjas of Fusang had been lurking on the Demon Island for many years, and they had once ruled this place, so they had a sufficient reserve of healing medicines.

In just four days, everyone recovered and returned to their peak combat strength.

But they didn't have any extra time.

If Junguo misses this day, it will only be more difficult for her to reappear in the world.

"They're still unmoved?" Koyama Kenjiro asked in a low, sinister voice, watching the Nightmare and the shadowy figure return.

That night, they had already made several attempts to probe and entice, using feints, diversions, and covert maneuvers to control the situation, exhausting all means possible.

But Xiao He and his men remained unmoved, firmly guarding the mountaintop like a pack of wolves that had their prey in their jaws, refusing to let go.

Both the Nightmare and the shadowy figure shook their heads, their expressions grave.

After a moment of silence, Koyama Kensho slowly stood up, his aura of menace gradually rising.

"Then, I'll have to trouble you all." He bowed solemnly to the people beside him. "As long as you get me and Mr. Hatoda in, we'll win."

At the same time, he transmitted his thoughts to Tetsuya Hatoda: "You wait for the right moment to make your final move, and I will do everything in my power to escort you inside."

As soon as he finished speaking, Xiaoshan Jianyang did not hesitate any longer. His figure suddenly rose from the ground, carrying an overwhelming pressure as he rushed straight to the mountain peak!

"Here it comes!" Xiao He shouted, and the Haoqi Sword was drawn in response, its clanging sound reverberating through the mountains.

Koyama Ken'yo's figure was like a shooting star, carrying a world-destroying force as he charged toward the mountain peak.

His katana was already drawn, and the golden spiritual light on the blade surged to its maximum, transforming into a long, dazzling blade of light that swept and crushed towards the people of Kyushu!

"All rivers flow into the sea!"

With a single slash, the blade's energy surged forth like a raging ocean, sweeping across the land.

This was not a single blade of light, but a continuous, impenetrable sea of ​​blades that blotted out the sky and instantly enveloped the entire mountaintop.

This strike was without probing or holding back; it was a fatal blow from the very first move.

Koyama Ken'yō was determined to kill all the Kyushu juniors who were blocking his way with a single strike, thus clearing away the obstacles to Jun's resurrection.

Instead of retreating, Xiao He advanced, wielding his Haoqi Sword at will, causing countless yellow leaves to flutter and fall.

"The leaves are falling softly!"

The chilling autumn air gradually dissipated the fierce sword energy that rushed towards them, constantly weakening the offensive power of Xiaoshan Jianyang.

At the same time, Ling Cheng made his move. The Kanli Returning to Truth Furnace flew into the air, its body spinning rapidly. The water and fire energies intertwined and condensed into a thick and boundless light barrier, forcefully blocking most of the power of the Blade Sea.

Even so, the residual power of a full-force attack from a Dragon Gate Transformation Realm expert was still incredibly violent and terrifying.

The golden body of the ancient Buddha in the round sky lit up, and the Buddha's light shone everywhere, protecting all of them and shielding them from the heavy damage of the aftershocks.

"You've got some skill." Xiaoshan Jianyang hovered in mid-air, looking down at the crowd with an arrogant sneer. "But how many of your strikes can you withstand?"

"The second cut!"

Another slash came down, even more powerful than the first, faster and stronger.

The sword energy was like a celestial river hanging upside down, mountains collapsing, and tsunamis overturning, destroying the heavens and the earth.

Koyama Ken'yō himself charged down with the force of a sword, launching a powerful attack to break the deadlock.

At the same time, three dark figures suddenly sprang up and rushed towards the people of Kyushu.

The shadowy figure, like a plume of smoke, silently swept up to the mountain peak; the Nightmare's figure shifted between reality and illusion in the darkness, its movements so fast that they were difficult to detect with the naked eye; Qin Wuming stood on the void, his pitch-black broadsword bathed in moonlight, radiating a chilling and sinister killing intent.

The two sides instantly engaged in a fierce battle, with spiritual light exploding on the mountaintop and supernatural powers colliding one after another, illuminating the dark night as if it were daytime.

Yuan Kong, Ling Cheng, Xiao He, Yun Qingyao, and Zhao Shuheng greeted Xiaoshan Jianyang.

The five men each used their unique abilities, cooperating seamlessly in offense and defense, relentlessly entangled and restrained him, preventing him from escaping.

Ling Cheng unleashed his Purple Smoke Burning Heaven and Milky Way Falling Heaven techniques in alternation, combining water and fire, ice and fire, forcing Xiao Shan Jianyang to focus on defense and making it difficult for him to launch a full-scale attack.

Xiao He's two supernatural powers, the rolling Yangtze River and the rustling falling leaves, intertwined, with his righteous spirit carrying the chilling autumn air, launching a dense and fierce offensive that pressed forward relentlessly.

Yun Qingyao's ribbons danced lightly, transforming into thousands of emerald green vines that locked Xiao Shan Jianyang's limbs and torso from all directions. The wood-based supernatural power was endless, and the vines would break and then regrow, continuing to entwine endlessly.

Although Zhao Shuheng had just broken through to the next level, his fighting style was steady and his offense and defense were well-balanced. He assisted Xiao He with his righteous spirit, and every sword strike was steady, powerful, and solid.

The ancient Buddha's golden body, round and empty, steadily protected the five people. The golden Buddha light softened the remaining power of Xiaoshan Jianyang's sword energy layer by layer, preventing anyone from being injured by the sword energy.

"You ants, do you think you can trap me like this?" Koyama Kenjiro roared angrily, sweeping his sword forcefully, knocking the five people back several steps. However, the five people quickly surrounded him again, like an impenetrable net, trapping him firmly in the center.

On the other side, Yan Zixi faced off against Qin Wuming.

Four spiritual flowers bloomed simultaneously, accompanied by thunder and fire. Purple lightning and crimson flames intertwined to form a destructive torrent that poured towards Qin Wuming.

Qin Wuming remained calm and unhurried, holding his black broadsword horizontally in front of him. The blade was imbued with dense demonic energy, which forcefully blocked and neutralized the lightning and fire attacks.

His swordsmanship was unpredictable, his offense and defense were neither hasty nor impatient, but he did not seem to be in a hurry to win. He was only focused on entanglement and restraint to prolong the battle.

Su Qinhe faced off against Yan, her jade flute pressed to her lips, the melodious notes transforming into sharp light swords and wooden water blades, relentlessly sweeping towards Yan.

Nightmare's movement technique is incredibly strange; his figure appears and disappears between light and shadow, and with each blink and shift, he precisely avoids all attacks without sustaining any damage.

Its short blade is wrapped in dark red lightning arcs, domineering and ruthless, concealing murderous intent.

Su Qinhe possessed the Flowing Light and Illusionary Shadow Divine Power, making her movements agile. For a time, the two exchanged blows, alternating between offense and defense, making it difficult to determine who was superior.

Li Yu and Zhang Lian joined forces to confront Hatoda Tetsuya.

One person specializes in water-based supernatural powers, while the other specializes in wood-based supernatural powers. Water nourishes wood, and wood assists water; the two systems of magic complement and enhance each other, multiplying their power and working in tandem.

Li Yu activated the Milky Way Falling from the Sky, causing towering waves to surge and swirl, trapping Hatoda Tetsuya in a thick water curtain cage; Zhang Lian used the Grass and Trees Seem to Be Soldiers technique, and thousands of blue silk threads spewed out from the void, layer upon layer wrapping around and locking Hatoda Tetsuya's limbs and body.

The two cooperated seamlessly, with perfect offense and defense, and even forced Tetsuya Hatoda to retreat step by step at one point.

"These two juniors do have some skill." Hatoda Tetsuya sneered, his body radiating a bright blue light as his powerful wood-elemental energy burst forth, instantly shattering the blue threads binding him.

He quickly formed hand seals, and a giant cyan vine swept across the air, crashing down on Li Yu and Zhang Lian like a raging python.

The two hastily dodged aside, Li Yu's steps faltered slightly, and Zhang Lian's energy also experienced a brief stagnation.

In their panic, the two lost their coordination, revealing a minor but significant flaw.

Tetsuya Hatoda's eyes flashed with a sharp light. Seizing this opportunity, his body surged with a blue light, and two thick blue wooden spikes shot out from his palms, carrying a fierce force, and slammed into the chests of the two men!

"Bang! Bang!"

The two were thrown backward by the shock.

"Let me show you what true wood-type divine power is!" Tetsuya Hatoda sneered smugly, accelerating as he sped straight toward the mountain peak.

"Finally, the wait is over." Ling Cheng's lips curled into a cold smile.

Although everyone was deeply involved in the chaotic battle, their minds remained focused on the two Fusang people.

The mistakes and flaws made by Li Yu and Zhang Lian were also part of their plan.

This was solely to lull Tetsuya Hatoda into a false sense of security, causing him to lower his guard and rashly advance.

Before he finished speaking, Ling Cheng's mind stirred, and the Kanli Returning to Truth Furnace suddenly turned around, its mouth facing down, and with the force to suppress mountains and rivers, it crushed towards Hatoda Tetsuya!

Koyama Ken'yo's expression changed drastically upon seeing this. He tried to break away to stop them, but was held back by the other four.

The water and fire energies poured out of the furnace, condensing into a pillar of light that reached the sky, completely enveloping Tetsuya Hatoda.

Flames cascaded down like a waterfall, and waves crashed down like mountains.

Tetsuya Hatoda hurriedly dodged to the side, but a dark figure had been lurking and waiting for him for a long time on his escape route.

The night leaves no trace.

He remained hidden in the shadows, waiting for this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to strike a fatal blow.

A dark figure appeared silently, a flash of cold light.

At such close range and at such extreme speed, Tetsuya Hatoda had nowhere to avoid or dodge.

The cold-bladed bayonet precisely sliced ​​across the throat, leaving a line of scarlet blood.

Tetsuya Hatoda's eyes were wide open, his hands were tightly covering his throat, and he could only make hoarse noises, unable to utter a single word. His life force was rapidly fading away.

The Kanli Returning to Truth Furnace crashed down, sucking him directly into its chamber.

Ling Cheng rapidly formed hand seals, and the flames inside the furnace surged skyward.

"Refine!"

The furnace lid slammed shut, the furnace body trembled violently for a few breaths, and then fell silent again, without making a sound.

This battle cannot afford the slightest mistake; if any remnants of the enemy remain, the consequences will be dire.

Not just kill them, but turn them to ashes before you can be completely at ease.

"Kuta-kun!" Koyama Kenjiro roared in grief and anger, his eyes bloodshot and filled with crimson.

His sword energy grew increasingly violent, but his breathing became increasingly chaotic.

"Surround and kill Xiaoshan Jianyang with all your might!" Xiao He immediately ordered in a deep voice upon seeing the situation.

At this moment, we must kill Koyama Kenshin at all costs, even if it means being seriously injured or sacrificing our lives.

The group, who had been fighting separately, instantly turned their firepower around, focusing all their attacks on Koyama Kenyo.

Falling leaves rustle, purple smoke burns the sky, golden goblet is cleaved, golden Buddha offers flowers, one flower is a world, four spirits burn the sky, flowing light and illusion, every blade of grass and tree is an enemy, Kan and Li return to the true furnace...

Countless supernatural powers and secret techniques erupted simultaneously, along with Ye Wuhen's deadly bayonet hidden in the shadows, waiting for its chance to strike, all simultaneously hurtling towards Xiaoshan Jianyang!

Xiaoshan Jianyang used all his life's cultivation to resist, his divine sense manifesting, a sea of ​​swords surging, and sword energy crisscrossing...

But in the end, they were outnumbered.

In the end, the Righteous Qi Sword pierced straight through his chest, severely damaging his vital energy meridian.

Xiaoshan Jianyang coughed up a mouthful of blood and staggered as he fell from mid-air.

Nine ferocious attacks followed in quick succession, instantly engulfing his figure.

The Kanli Returning to Truth Furnace followed closely behind, and the smoke and dust dissipated.

Jianyang, a small mountain, will never be seen again.

The people of Kyushu breathed a slight sigh of relief.

Suddenly, a slow and deliberate applause rang out from the mountaintop.

"Brilliant, truly brilliant. Lord Jianyang, Lord Jiutian, Lady Junguo will not forget you." Qin Wuming stood atop the mountain, clapping his hands leisurely, followed by Yan and the shadowy figure.

Koyama Kenjiro and Hatoda Tetsuya never knew, until their deaths, that they were the pawns.

Qin Wuming raised his eyes and looked at Xiao He and his group with a smile, his tone mocking and cold, "You just so easily gave up the core of the mountain peak formation, don't you think there's anything wrong with that?"

As soon as the words were spoken, the world changed color, the wind and clouds reversed, and the fierce winds froze.

An invisible and intangible, terrifying pressure that surpasses all things instantly swept across the entire mountaintop, heavily enveloping every inch of space.

Everyone's bodies sank simultaneously, as if an invisible giant hand was pressing down on their shoulders, making them unable to move an inch.

This is neither divine sense invasion nor supernatural power restriction, but a deep rejection and suppression originating from the source of heaven and earth and the rules of the Great Dao. It is this world itself resisting them, with its oppressive power penetrating to the bone and its awe-inspiring power shaking the soul.

The array patterns on the central mountain range flashed wildly, and a beam of spiritual light pierced the night sky. The entire mountain trembled and roared violently, the earth shook, and the sound was like rolling thunder.

The next moment, the snow on the mountaintop vanished into thin air.

It didn't melt, it didn't collapse, it simply vanished.

The thick snow that had accumulated over thousands of years covering the mountain peaks and slopes, the silvery frost that covered the rocks several meters deep, vanished in an instant.

It was as if an invisible giant hand lifted up the entire mountain range, shaking off the ancient frost and snow, and removing its silver coat.

Ancient rocks in shades of bluish-gray, jet-black, and dark red are exposed, and ravines, fissures, and cliffs buried by thousands of years of wind and snow are all revealed under the cold moonlight, like an ancient beast stripped of its skin, revealing its ferocious and grotesque bones, a scene of desolation and eeriness.

Atop the mountain, a giant circular array platform appeared.

The entire platform was made of dark blue ancient jade, with a diameter of about ten zhang. The surface of the platform was covered with dense, crisscrossing, mysterious patterns.

The patterns are not artificially carved, but grow from the depths of the jade's texture, resembling blood vessels and veins, or ancient tree roots, vividly wriggling and endlessly regenerating, exuding the vitality and aura of ancient times.

At this moment, the array patterns flickered wildly, the spiritual light turning from dark red to crimson, then bursting into blinding white, the rise and fall of light and dark in an orderly fashion, like the violent beating of an ancient heart, resonating with heaven and earth.

In the very center of the platform, a young girl lay quietly.

She was dressed in a tight-fitting outfit, with a ribbon cinching her waist. Her long hair was spread out on the stone platform. Her eyes were gently closed, and she was fast asleep, peaceful and still.

In the blink of an eye, countless pure primordial energy threads surged out from every crevice of the mountain, converging from every vein of the array pattern. Like rivers flowing into the sea and all energies converging, they surged forth in a mighty torrent, pouring into the girl's body.

The girl's figure was slowly lifted up by the threads of primordial energy, suspending in mid-air, while the continuous flow of the primordial power of heaven and earth cleansed her body and nourished her spirit.

Her hair flew wildly in the wind, and she was surrounded by a dark red halo. A dark red light pulsated violently between her brows, as if a terrifying primordial spirit was breaking free from its shackles and awakening from its seal deep within her sea of ​​consciousness.

Everyone present was immobilized, unable to move, and an extreme tremor and fear surged from the depths of their souls.

The oppressive aura emanating from the faint red light between the girl's brows was like a collapsing mountain or a tsunami, directly crushing everyone's soul and body, making it difficult to even breathe.

That is an ant facing a dragon, a moth facing a raging fire, all the tiny creatures in the world facing the absolute disparity and powerlessness of an unrivaled overlord.

The girl's body slowly straightened from lying down and floated in mid-air. The infusion of vital energy never stopped, and her primordial spirit became more and more solid.

In a moment, she opened her eyes.

A pair of blood-red pupils surged with crimson flames, like two inextinguishable flames of blood burning, or like two ancient, solidified abysses of blood.

Two crimson beams of light shot out, tearing through the dark night sky and soaring straight up to the heavens, dyeing the entire sky a dark crimson color.

An overwhelming, indiscriminate killing intent swept across the area, enveloping the entire mountaintop.

The killing intent wasn't directed at any one person, but rather it crushed everything and dominated all living beings, like an ancient ferocious beast awakening and displaying its power to announce its return.

Inside the cave, Wang Xiao was startled by his discovery and broke out in a cold sweat. Without daring to delay for a moment, he immediately recited the teleportation technique and activated the array plate with his divine sense.

"The dragon's pivot draws forth the void, the array opens to the netherworld, a single thought can traverse mountains and rivers..."

The array plate lit up, its spiritual light flowing and flashing. The dark stalactites before them vanished completely, and they were instantly transported to an unfamiliar cave.

Two familiar figures suddenly came into view.

Lin Yueyao and Li Xin.

"Brother Lu Yang?" Lin Yueyao's voice trembled, fearing it was a dream. She blinked hard and rubbed her eyes, unable to hide her flustered joy.

Li Xin was also stunned and her heart was filled with emotion.

"We'll talk about it later!" Wang Xiao didn't have time to explain. He grabbed the two women by the waist, soared into the sky, and disappeared into the night.

Lin Yueyao was so startled by the sudden embrace that she froze.

She lowered her head, her long eyelashes drooping down, concealing the panic and shyness in her eyes. Her body trembled slightly, whether from nervousness or... she couldn't tell anymore.

Li Xin opened her mouth and let out a soft "ah," then immediately covered her mouth with her other hand.

Wang Xiao paid no attention to the two women's feelings and focused all his spiritual sense on spreading out.

"Why are there several large pits at the foot of this mountain? They don't look like signs of a fight; they look like someone dug them."

When Wang Xiao arrived at the mountain peak and saw what was in front of him, he was instantly stunned.

He considered countless possibilities: Jun Guo's bloodline might be one of the Five Ninjas of Fusang, one of the Tianyi Sect members, or even one of their group members.

But he never imagined that Jun Guo's other half of her primordial spirit was actually hidden inside Mu Lan's body.

When was she implanted with this wisp of primordial spirit?

After he entered the Demon Island, he never saw her again.

He even sent people to look for her, but they couldn't find any trace of her.

It turns out that she had already been sealed away, put to sleep, and used as a vessel for resurrection.

Now, it is she who announces Jun Guo's resurrection and return.

"In the end, we were still a step too late..." Wang Xiao's voice was hoarse, his face full of solemnity. "This is completely terrible."

At that moment, an old, weak yet majestic and profound voice resounded in his mind.

"It's not too late, young friend. I'll borrow your body for a moment."

It was the voice of a true dragon.

Before Wang Xiao could react, a vast and ancient power surged into his body.

"With the life of a true dragon, I offer sacrifice to the Eastern Emperor Sword!"

Blood Sacrifice to the Seven Star Sword!

He had personally experienced this feeling in Lishan, and it was unforgettable.

"promise!"

An ancient and majestic response emanated from the depths of the Seven Star Sword, seemingly traversing countless ages, shaking heaven and earth.

In an instant, the world fell silent, and all sounds ceased.

The howling wind stopped.

The churning clouds stopped.

Even those who were struggling to move froze in place, remaining in the same position as a moment ago, as if someone had pressed the pause button, and everyone lost consciousness.

A golden, humanoid phantom slowly emerged from behind Wang Xiao.

The phantom had towering dragon horns on its head, wore gilded dragon scale armor, and stood tall and imposing, exuding unparalleled power.

He stood there, as if he were the sky, the earth, and the eternal Dao, unshakable and unstoppable.

The phantom slowly raised its palm, and the Seven Star Sword flew out from Wang Xiao's waist and landed steadily in his hand.

The sword's golden light surged, illuminating the long night, followed by a powerful pressure that spanned the ages, shaking the entire world.

Then, he swung his sword.

There is a sword between heaven and earth.

There is still a sword in the world.

Where the sword light passed, the void cracked, and the stars and moon trembled.

It pierced through the darkness, through the array patterns, and through everything tangible and intangible in the world.

They are indiscriminate killers.

At this moment, Jun Guo's primordial spirit is rapidly solidifying within Mu Lan's body. With the infusion of vital energy and the fusion of the primordial spirit with the body, she is only one step away from completely seizing the physical body, truly resurrecting herself in this world, and reaching the pinnacle.

But she didn't have time.

This sword strike was specifically designed to sever the soul and destroy the essence. For Jun Guo's primordial spirit, which was not yet stable and had no physical body to rely on, it was a catastrophic disaster and a fatal blow.

"hateful--!"

A sharp, venomous, and indignant roar erupted from Mulan's body.

That wasn't a human voice; it was a violent outburst of extreme resentment and boundless hatred.

Jun Guo's primordial spirit dared not linger in battle and hastily fled from Mulan's body, leaving behind not even the wisp of primordial spirit that had originally been parasitized within her.

"Miss Mulan!"

Having lost the control of Jun Guo's primordial spirit, Mulan's body fell straight down from mid-air like an autumn leaf in the wind.

Seeing this, Wang Xiao rushed forward, silently chanting the teleportation array. The array plate immediately appeared beneath Xiao He and his group, enveloping them all.

After the sword strike, Wang Xiao was the first to break free of his restraints and regain his mobility, while the others remained in a daze.

Run! Run! Run!

Countless voices were exploding in his mind.

He knew that his sword strike would not kill Jun Guo.

If we don't leave now, no one will be able to leave.

He leaped forward and caught the falling Mulan in his arms.

The girl's body was as light as a feather, her face was pale and bloodless, but fortunately her heart was still beating and she was still breathing, so her life was not in danger.

"Void Crossing!"

With three women in tow, Wang Xiao flashed through the void and directly appeared beside Xiao He and the others.

If we don't save people, or abandon everyone.

This is the best time to eliminate the two members of the Tianyi Sect and the shadowy figure.

But Wang Xiao is not Lin Shisan.

The array patterns had reached their maximum brightness, the spatial vortex was tightening, and the teleportation was about to begin.

At this critical moment, Wang Xiao's right foot was suddenly gripped tightly.

A withered, cold hand emerged from the darkness, gripping his ankle tightly with a chilling force.

It's a shadowy figure!

Wang Xiao was deeply shocked.

Logically speaking, there was absolutely no way he could have regained consciousness at this point.

What exactly happened?

Without hesitation, Wang Xiao exerted his strength and threw Mulan, Lin Yueyao, and Li Xin towards the center of the array plate.

At the same time, the shadowy figure voluntarily released his grip and retreated.

He has achieved his goal.

With that pull and the pause, Wang Xiao completely lost the opportunity to enter the array.

He could only grip the edge of the array plate tightly with both hands.

Without the protection of the array plate, he entered the void tunnel alone, facing a life-or-death situation.

Jun Guo, still standing in the distance, was struck by that golden sword light.

There was no blood, no screams.

Only a mournful, chilling wail echoed between heaven and earth.

This single strike delayed its full recovery by at least ten years.

But she survived.

Everyone then regained their senses.

With a flash of light from the array plate, they disappeared from their original spot, while Wang Xiao was dragged into the void.

PS: This concludes the Demon Island arc, which is about 100 chapters as originally planned. Since it coincides with the May Day holiday, I'm giving myself a 3-day break. There will be no updates from May 5.3rd to 5.5th.

To my shame, I have written this far with virtually no outline or detailed plan; I've only managed to get this far with a few ideas.

Please forgive me if it's not well-written. I can accept not having a contract, but I will try my best to finish it!

I'm taking advantage of this 3-day holiday to organize my thoughts for the future. Finally, I wish everyone a happy holiday.