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

"rule?"

"A power that doesn't belong to my level?"

"What do you mean?"

Wu You pressed for an answer.

But the voice never reappeared, as if it had never existed.

There was no response from the other party, so Wu You stopped talking nonsense.

The pure white flames burning on the longsword in his hand suddenly turned silvery-white!

On top of the three techniques of Tianquan Wenqu Sword, Tianshu Pojun Sword, and Yaoguang Dongming Sword, he added the Yuheng Lianzhen Sword, which has additional damage!

At the same time, the giant sword in Xu Xiang's hand also changed, with silver-white flames flowing around the sword, like a silver fire dragon coiling around it.

Wu You gripped the sword with both hands and thrust it downwards with all his might.

Silvery-white flames scorched the ethereal, pale red barrier, and cracks began to spread across its surface like a spider web, as if it were about to shatter.

Seeing this, Wu You poured all his power into the sword without reservation, and the flames on the sword burned fiercely, almost piercing through the barrier.

next moment.

The Thousand-Faced God's descent suddenly vanished from its original spot and reappeared thousands of meters away.

He distanced himself from Wu You.

Then, the hexagonal magic circle beneath Him, which covered almost the entire Lan River, began to shrink at an extremely rapid pace—not dissipating, but being reclaimed.

In contrast, His size continued to expand, from hundreds of meters to thousands of meters, and from thousands of meters to several thousand meters. His aura also continued to rise, pressing down on the ground of the entire Lanhe City, causing it to tremble.

Hu Lie, on the ground, narrowed his eyes sharply: "He has stopped eroding the Lan River, wanting to first deal with Xiao You, who could pose a threat to Him!"

In mid-air, Wu You naturally noticed this.

He sensed the remaining strength within his body, sighed softly, and shifted his gaze to the ruins of the Lan River below, then to the wounded members of the Investigation Bureau standing atop the ruins. Finally, he looked up at the ever-growing red head.

"You only have one chance."

He no longer hesitated.

The pure white flames on his body suddenly surged.

Since the strength of the ninth-tier limit is not enough, then he will continue to burn and continue to sublimate!

The original 70% has become 80%, 90%, 91%, 92%, 93%, 94%...

As Wu You's lifespan decreased, the pure white flames continued to rise, his gray hair began to turn pure white, and his aura also increased once again. The shackles of the ninth-order limit were broken, and he stepped into a realm he had never set foot in before.

A huge, pure white, slowly rotating halo began to appear behind the virtual image's head.

The halo was over a hundred meters in diameter and was woven from countless fine, pure white light threads, each of which emitted a soft yet vast radiance.

On the ground, Hu Lie stared in disbelief at the pure white halo, muttering to himself unconsciously.

"Tenth Rank... True Yang..."

At this moment, Wu You had no other thoughts. He endured the enormous force that was about to burst him apart. Every inch of his flesh was groaning, and every bone was trembling.

The enormous phantom raised its longsword, the tip pointing towards the sky.

"star."

"fall from the sky."

He murmured each word carefully.

The next moment, seven stars suddenly lit up in the sky, which was still in the afternoon.

They pierced through the black mist of the outer dark domain and the translucent silver light of the protective force field, becoming clearly visible to everyone.

It is the Big Dipper.

They flickered rapidly, as if something was calling to them, or as if they were responding to something.

Sensing something was wrong, the Thousand-Faced God descended and accelerated its concentration of power, its size rapidly expanding, and the magic array shrank even faster.

His vertical pupils stared at Wu You, and the sense of being watched from a higher dimension almost solidified into a tangible form.

But it was too late!

Seven dazzling rays of starlight pierced through space, shooting straight down from the Big Dipper onto Lanhe City below.

They intertwined and merged in mid-air, transforming into a silvery-white sword aura.

The sword energy was so pure it seemed otherworldly, with patterns of star trails flowing across it, each flash carrying the rhythm of the stars' movement.

The moment the sword energy took shape, the entire world seemed to be stripped of its color, leaving only that silver hue!

The stars shifted, and the celestial orbit sank westward.

The star falls, its light cold; all things return to dust!

The next instant, a silver-white sword aura with a magnificent trail descended upon Lanhe.

The moment the silver sword energy took shape, the Thousand-Faced God's descent stopped withdrawing its power.

His golden vertical pupil calmly gazed at the pure silver-white sword energy, as if he had already foreseen the outcome.

That absolutely neutral, emotionless voice echoed in Wu You's mind once again.

"Stars..."

He paused.

"All paths lead to the same destination. We will meet again."

"As long as you're still pursuing..."

He didn't finish his sentence.

A silver sword aura swept past.

The Thousand-Faced God's descent, along with the intricate hexagonal magic array beneath him, instantly dissolved.

It was neither an explosion nor a collapse, but rather like snow falling into warm water, silently turning into the smallest particles of dust.

The dust particles drifted in the wind, shimmering with a faint silver light, before disappearing completely from the real world.

A star falls, a god is slain!

The information on the Sword Manual panel was flashing rapidly, but Wu You had already reached his limit and didn't have the energy to check it anymore.

The next moment, the pure white flames on Wu You's body went out, and the huge illusory halo also dissipated.

He could barely feel his own body anymore; he felt neither cold nor warmth, and he couldn't even feel pain.

Consciousness, like the receding tide, slowly recedes.

He just feels so tired and wants to sleep.

Wu You closed his eyes, unable to hold the long sword in his hand any longer.

On the ground, Hu Lie, still in a state of utter shock, was the first to react.

He watched the white-haired figure plummet straight down from the sky, and, enduring the excruciating pain within his body, stepped into the air and soared upwards.

He wasn't fast, but he gritted his teeth and used his last bit of strength to catch Wu You before he hit the ground.

"Xiaoyou..."

Wu You lay in Hu Lie's arms, his white hair hanging down, swaying gently in the wind.

He struggled to open his eyes; those eyes, which once burned with silvery-white flames, now only had a faint glimmer of light.

His voice was so weak it was almost inaudible.

"Uncle Hu...we saved Lanhe...did we...?"

Hu Lie's eyes reddened, and he hugged the young man with a full head of white hair tightly in his arms, his voice hoarse: "No, it was you, Xiao You, it was you who saved Lanhe."

Wu You didn't even finish listening to Hu Lie's words before closing his eyes again, his consciousness sinking into boundless darkness.

Hu Lie carried him and slowly lowered him back to the ground. All around them were devastated ruins and silent, wounded torchbearers.

They reached out to support Hu Lie, who was still trembling, and that familiar white-haired figure.

The dark mist in the sky was dissipating, and the silver protective field was slowly fading away. The long-awaited sunset peeked through the gaps in the clouds and fell on the almost destroyed city.