Tang Dynasty Demon Suppression Division

The entire space-time image was captured, began to tremble violently, and then began to collapse rapidly.

Meanwhile, outside the bronze gate...

Han Kuo cleaved a Xuanqi Sect disciple away with a single strike, but before he could catch his breath, three more disciples roared and pounced on him.

He already had seven or eight wounds on his body, the deepest of which stretched from his left shoulder to his right rib. Blood stained most of his robes, but he still stood like an iron tower at the door, not retreating an inch.

Lei Lie's condition wasn't much better. His short axe was chipped, his hand was split open, and blood was dripping down the handle. His left arm hung limply at his side.

In order to block an elder's attack, his left arm was dislocated, and now he could only hold the axe with his right hand and struggle to support himself.

Wu Yu and the other two Taixu disciples had also reached their limits. They were covered in blood, barely breathing, and were only sustained by sheer willpower.

"Damn it..."

"How come we can't kill all these people..." Wu Yu spat out a mouthful of blood and cursed.

"Hold on!" Han Kuo said in a deep voice, "Li Yuan is inside; he'll definitely find a way!"

Just then, an elder from the Xuanqi Sect shouted sharply, "They can't hold on much longer! Attack together and take them down!"

Dozens of disciples shouted in unison and rushed forward like a swarm of bees.

The men's expressions changed, they exchanged glances, and prepared to fight to the death.

In that instant, the scenery before my eyes suddenly began to blur, and everything around me began to fade, like a traditional Chinese ink painting being soaked in water.

The Xuanqi Sect disciples who roared and charged forward began to turn transparent, slowly dissipating like smoke.

The mine tunnels, torches, and rock walls—everything is fading and dissolving.

Han Kuo felt a sudden dizziness, as if his feet had suddenly slipped and he had fallen into an endless expanse of white light.

When he opened his eyes again, he found himself standing in a dimly lit underground space, the air thick with the smell of decay, his feet on uneven rocky ground, and broken bones scattered all around him.

He was startled, realizing that he had returned to the original timeline, to the mine haunted by vengeful spirits.

Before him, a distorted mass of vengeful spirits emitted deafening screams.

"Waaaaah!"

However, it is no longer whole. It has been split in two by a neat knife mark, and is now writhing wildly, trying to merge back together.

He looked into the distance and saw Li Yuan standing in front of the other half of the vengeful spirit sphere, a faint golden light still lingering on the nameless blade in his hand.

Li Yuan's aura had returned to the late stage of the Core Formation Realm, but his eyes held something he hadn't seen before—a profound depth that seemed to have seen through the vicissitudes of time.

Just now, he activated time reversal, and the sect leader let out a desperate roar: "No! No! My sword!"

But no matter how much he struggled, he couldn't stop his body from dissipating, and could only watch helplessly as Li Yuan and his group disappeared before his eyes.

Li Yuan looked down at the nameless sword in his hand. Within the blade, Yan Ji's aura had become extremely weak, almost imperceptible.

It had exhausted all its power and fallen into slumber once more, but Li Yuan could sense that the nameless sword itself had undergone a qualitative change.

After absorbing the essence of the Golden Vein Earth Beast, the blade became even more resilient. More importantly, it gained a new power: to dispel evil spirits.

For these vengeful spirits formed from resentment, the nameless blade is their natural nemesis.

Li Yuan raised his head and looked at the half of the writhing vengeful spirit sphere in front of him. He felt no joy and let out a heavy sigh.

In the time-traveling photograph, he once tried his best to change the past, to save those innocent miners, and to prevent that tragedy from happening.

But the moment he returned to reality, he realized that it was all in vain.

What has already happened cannot be changed. That snapshot in time is merely an echo of the past, and he was just a bystander in time, unable to alter any predetermined outcome.

This is the cruelty of the rules of time; it never looks back with regret.

But this understanding also deepened Li Yuan's control over the power of time.

"Although I can't change the past, at least..."

"I can end all of this now."

With a stomp of his foot, he moved like lightning, rushing towards the sphere of vengeful spirits before him.

At this moment, in the mine tunnel, Leng Ningshuang, Lei Lie, Han Kuo, and Wu Yu had formed an encirclement.

After reversing time, the injuries they sustained miraculously disappeared.

Leng Ningshuang immediately set up a simple ice-based trapping array around them, with Lei Lie and Han Kuo on the left and right, blocking the vengeful spirits' retreat.

Wu Yu and his disciples patrolled the outer perimeter, responsible for clearing out the smaller vengeful spirits that had split off from the main body.

"attack!"

At Leng Ningshuang's command, the ice array suddenly contracted, and countless ice spikes shot towards the vengeful spirit sphere from all directions.

"Open it!"

Lei Lie shouted and swung his short axe down in a wide arc, striking the vengeful spirit sphere with a dull thud.

Han Kuo then took an unorthodox approach, each strike precisely hitting the cracks in the vengeful spirit sphere, continuously widening the wound.

"Waaaaah..."

The vengeful spirit sphere emitted a piercing shriek, and countless black tentacles shot out from it, lashing wildly at everything around it.

One of the Taixu disciples was unable to dodge in time and was struck by the tentacle. He groaned and flew backward, crashing heavily into the rock wall, spitting out blood.

Ji Fanghua hurriedly tried to catch up, but was hit hard and was also sent flying.

"Junior Sister Ji, you should heal your injuries first."

Leng Ningshuang's eyes turned cold, and she tightened the array.

Ji Fanghua silently withdrew, sat cross-legged outside the battle circle, swallowed a healing pill, and took the time to regulate her breathing.

Meanwhile, on Li Yuan's side, the battle had also reached a fever pitch.

With each swing of his nameless blade, a deep gash would be left on the sphere of vengeful spirits, the edges of which would glow with a faint golden light, preventing the spirits from regenerating.

However, the vengeful spirit sphere was too large and its vitality was extremely tenacious. Although it was riddled with holes by Li Yuan, it continued to writhe and try to fight back.

Li Yuan took a deep breath, gripped the hilt of the sword, and poured all the remaining star power in his body into the blade.

The nameless blade emitted a deep hum, and on its blade, silvery-white starlight and dark golden essence light intertwined and shimmered, exuding a pure and vast aura.

"Destroying the evil——"

"cut!"

Li Yuan gripped the sword with both hands and slashed down from top to bottom.

A condensed blade aura extended from the blade, transforming into a silver-gold streak several meters long, which fiercely slashed into the core of the vengeful spirit sphere.

"Boom boom boom!"

The sphere of vengeful spirits emitted a deafening explosion and began to crack from the inside.

Countless cracks spread across the surface of the sphere, emanating a dazzling silver-gold light from within.

"Snap!"

With a crisp sound like shattering glass, the half of the vengeful spirit sphere exploded.

Countless fragments of black, vengeful spirits scattered like exploding fireworks, twisting and writhing wildly in the air, emitting mournful howls as they tried to reform.