The undead have descended upon the world? I possess a sword that can cleave the heavens once more!

The figure in the scarlet robe hung above the ruined cities, the edges of the robe fluttering slowly in the humid, scarlet wind.

Strands of scarlet light continued to flow from the dodecagonal magic circle above his head onto his body.

Every ray of light that touched His outline was silently absorbed like water droplets into a sponge, making the figure thicker and heavier. Even the surrounding space visibly curved at the boundary of His existence, as if the world could not bear His presence!

His vertical pupils, which occupied his entire face, were always lowered, his gaze piercing through the layers of swirling smoke and fire below, landing on the burning streets, the collapsing buildings, and the figures of people fleeing in all directions.

Three figures rose up towards Him simultaneously from three different directions.

The provincial bureau chiefs of the three southeastern provinces each clutched the half-person-high pure black sphere tightly, moving ever closer to the scarlet figure.

Finally, they reached their target distance!

The three provincial bureau chiefs simultaneously stopped their upward momentum at their chosen positions, abruptly pulled their arms back, and pushed the black sphere in their arms forward.

The three spheres left their owner's palm almost simultaneously, tracing three nearly parallel arcs in mid-air, gradually accelerating as they tumbled towards the location of the crimson figure.

The three provincial bureau chiefs retreated simultaneously the moment they threw the ball, their bodies bouncing backward at a speed half a fraction faster than when they came.

The crimson figure remained suspended in place, without making any movement, not even changing the direction in which its robes fluttered.

He seemed completely unaware of the three black spheres flying towards him, or perhaps he was aware but felt that no special response was needed.

The vertical pupil remained lowered, and the golden ring churning deep within it continued to rotate at its original speed.

When the three black spheres were about a hundred meters away from the crimson figure, the distance between them had narrowed to a point where they could detonate simultaneously!

The safety locks on their outer shells completed the final disintegration procedure simultaneously. The instant the compressed psionic core was released, the entire sphere began to expand from the inside, turning white, and then—

Boom—!

The light from the explosion reached the three provincial bureau chiefs before the sound did.

Then a grayish-white mushroom cloud suddenly rose from the center of the explosion, its edges spreading wildly outwards in an arc shape due to the high temperature.

The surrounding clouds were directly evaporated by the shock wave, creating a huge circular hole; the vegetation on the ground below was also pressed down to a near-ground angle the moment the shock wave passed.

The entire area temporarily turned pure white when the explosion's light illuminated it.

The combined detonation of three compressed psionic high-explosive bombs is powerful enough to cause fatal damage to a level fourteen being!

But after the smoke cleared, the scarlet figure remained suspended in place.

His robes had no scorch marks, no tears, and His gaze remained fixed on the chaotic and disordered world below. Even his posture remained unchanged!

His existence itself seemed to create an undisturbed cavity in the center of that gray-white mushroom cloud. All the heat, shock waves, and energy fragments were absorbed and dissolved after touching the invisible boundary around Him, and finally returned to zero!

The three provincial bureau chiefs landed on the top of a nearby high hillside, their three pairs of eyes simultaneously locked on the center of the mushroom cloud that was gradually dissipating.

When the scarlet figure emerged unharmed from the smoke and dust and became clearly visible again, the expressions on the three faces simultaneously darkened.

The director of the Lincang Provincial Bureau took a deep breath: "No wonder they didn't even try to hide!"

The director of the Dongjiang Provincial Bureau clenched his fists and stared at the scarlet figure for several seconds. Even with his resolute demeanor, a hint of helplessness flashed in his eyes: "This projection is at least level fifteen, or even level sixteen."

"Apart from Lord Li and Lord Li Yu, I'm afraid no one can do anything to Him."

"He didn't even flinch, which means our attacks were probably no different from a tickle to him!"

The director of the provincial bureau of Yunshang Province sighed slightly as he looked at the figure.

His gaze shifted back and forth between the crimson figure and the slowly rotating black vortex, his voice low: "The Deep Dark Domain has lost contact. The only Lord Li Yu in the mortal world is the Director General."

"But the Director-General is far away in Donghua and is not a space-type ability user. It will take him at least ten minutes to get here from there."

Ten minutes or so...

This length of time would normally be just half a meeting or the break between lunches, but for a being of the fifteenth or even sixteenth rank, it would be enough for Him to plow through the entire three southeastern provinces several times over!

In just a few minutes, without even doing anything himself, He simply hovered in the sky and looked down. His aura and the whispers that spread throughout the land had already plunged the three provinces into complete chaos: explosions rang out one after another, flames burst forth from all parts of the city, and the number of casualties among ordinary residents was increasing rapidly every second!

The three provincial bureau chiefs, all at the True Yang Realm, stood on the hillside, their gazes fixed on the scarlet figure, their hearts filled with despair.

They simply couldn't think of any chance of turning things around now!

If there were any other way that required the sacrifice of all three of them to gain even a sliver of hope, any one of them would not hesitate to take that path.

However, the level of this crimson figure has far exceeded the scope of being able to make up for the gap through sacrifice.

Before Him, the difference between the tenth, eleventh, or twelfth rank is almost meaningless; they are merely ants of slightly larger or smaller size.

"The situation on the front lines of the Deep Dark Domain was already bad," the director of the Lincang Provincial Bureau said in a low, hoarse voice, "and now such a huge problem has arisen in the three southeastern provinces... Is the heavens trying to destroy our human race?"

Before he had even finished speaking, a subtle change suddenly occurred in the surrounding environment.

The warm red hue created by the combined effects of the dark vortex and the scarlet figure is slowly becoming more vibrant from the center outwards.

From that darker, warm red to a brighter, fuller crimson!

The change was so subtle that it could easily be missed if one wasn't fully focused on perceiving their surroundings.

The three bureau chiefs raised their heads at the same time.

At the same time, the scarlet figure in mid-air also moved slightly.

For the first time, the vertical pupil that had been looking down changed its gaze—from looking down at the ground to looking up slightly, its gaze falling on the very center of the rapidly spinning black vortex.

A completely neutral, flat voice came from beneath the scarlet robe: "This taste—"

"It looks somewhat familiar."

Before the words were even finished, the vortex suddenly accelerated.

As the dark currents at the edge of the vortex spun at high speed, they flung out fine fragments of energy. At the center of the vortex, the thick layer of darkness was suddenly pushed open from the inside by something!

next moment.

A figure wielding a crimson longsword arrived, accompanied by a falling sun!

All the torchbearers who were fighting the Thousand Faces below or protecting the residents felt the dramatic change in the space above them at that moment.

Some people caught a glimpse of it out of the corner of their eye, some sensed it before their eyes could perceive it, and some were pushed back a step by the scorching wind that pressed down from above.

But regardless of their location or state, everyone tilted their heads slightly at the same moment, looking upwards, and in that instant, they all saw the same scene:

The blazing sun was overturned, and the flames of calamity descended upon the dust;

Its might is awe-inspiring, its brilliance is dazzling!

A burning piece of the sky fell from the crack in the black vortex, carrying a figure holding a sword.

Hua Linlin was no exception; her hand, which was waving out a plant root, stopped in mid-air.

She tilted her head, looking up at the crimson light that was pressing down on the scarlet figure, her pupils turning bright red from the color.

Her lips parted slightly, and she murmured, "The sun... has fallen..."

The falling sun, carrying endless crimson light, arrived before the scarlet figure.

The Thousand-Faced Projection slightly raised its right hand, and countless blood-red threads spread from its fingertips, weaving into a thin, almost invisible barrier within a very short distance in front of it!

The barrier was only a few layers thick, with edges as thin as hair. There were no extra energy fluctuations on the surface, yet it gave people an indescribable sense of thickness.

The next instant, the blazing sun collided with the blood-red barrier.

The moment they made contact, all the sounds in the world seemed to be pulled away, leaving only the continuous high-frequency collision sound between the crimson light and the blood-red barrier echoing.

Endless crimson light burst forth and tore at the thin blood film, each streak of fire carrying a temperature enough to melt steel and an impact force enough to rip rocks apart!

But strangely, the light seemed to be swallowed up by something the moment it touched the barrier, disappearing layer by layer into that blood-red area!

It's like pouring water into a bottomless sea; you'll never see it overflow!

Wu You frowned.

He could feel that the barrier was absorbing the energy of the Yang Meteor Sword at a speed far exceeding normal. The bottom of that thin blood film seemed to be connected to the entire sea of ​​blood. No matter how much power he poured in that direction, it would be absorbed cleanly by the barrier at the same rate, leaving no embers.

At this moment, Wu You had a bad feeling.

Because the duration of [Lihentian] is limited, and in order to restore order to the real world as soon as possible and minimize casualties among ordinary people.

Wu You unleashed the Yang Meteor Sword with his fifteenth-level strength, which is currently the most powerful move among all his sword techniques.

Even so, it was still impossible to kill this thousand-faced projection!

The crimson projection's vertical pupil shifted slightly, its gaze landing on the wielder of the crimson longsword at the center of the fallen sun: "So it was you."

"Did I mention before that we'd see each other soon?"

Wu You did not respond and continued to maintain the sword stance of the Yangyun Sword.

The Thousand-Faced Projection shook its head, its tone remaining completely flat: "That move is quite powerful. Is this what you used to deal with that piece of trash, Lust?"

As He spoke, He pushed his fingertips forward slightly.

The blood-red barrier suddenly expanded in the next second, and the halo on its surface changed from a constantly flowing blood color to a more ferocious dark red. It began to erode in reverse at the edge of the Yang Meteor Sword, as if it wanted to submerge the falling sun and Wu You together!

Wu You felt a tightness in his spine at that moment.

He could sense that the force spreading from the direction of the barrier was no longer just resisting his attack!

That layer of crimson is actively extending outwards, attempting to envelop the entire falling sun along with him!

Although I don't know what the consequences will be after being enveloped by that blood-red barrier, I imagine it will be extremely bad.

Wu You reacted almost instinctively, abruptly withdrawing his sword strike and flashing away as the energy receded, retreating to a position far enough away from the barrier.

The instant he disappeared, the sun, which had lost its support, was completely swallowed up by the spreading crimson light curtain in less than two breaths.

The setting sun has been extinguished!

Wu You regained his balance in another position, his chest heaving more dramatically than before.

The expansion of the crimson barrier also stopped after it lost its target, returning to its normal range in front of the scarlet figure.

He stared at the slowly fading blood-red light, his ominous premonition growing stronger.

"Even if the opponent is also at the fifteenth level, the Yangyun Sword, powered by fifteenth-level strength, shouldn't be neutralized so easily!"

"Could it be that the opponent has already exceeded the fifteenth level and reached the sixteenth level?!"