The situation on the battlefield suddenly changed.
Ye Futian killed one of them and stared at the other eight with the Halberd of Time and Space in his hand. At the same time, Yaya and Yu Sheng walked into the battlefield and looked at the eight with cold eyes.
In an instant, a suffocating pressure shrouded the eight, causing them to feel a chill.
They glanced at Hua Jieyu and Ye Futian. Were they still not able to kill the two of them?
They looked at each other and seemed to be connected. Their bodies moved at the same time, rushing towards Ye Futian like a bolt of lightning. The needle-like swords in their hands shot out at the same time, and endless killing light was pointed at Ye Futian. It seemed that the space where Ye Futian was was completely torn to pieces.
Hua Jieyu's body still appeared behind Ye Futian. Their spiritual powers seemed to merge into one, turning into golden lightning and like a catastrophe of the great path, rushing into the minds of the eight cultivators. The Halberd of Time and Space burst with the most brilliant light. The surrounding space was completely locked, and the bodies of the eight cultivators were all shrouded within, feeling that their movements were limited.
The Halberd of Time and Space in Ye Futian's hand swept out in an arc. The endless power of tearing space rushed towards the eight cultivators at the same time. Countless particle rules penetrated the golden threads coming from the opponent's attack. It exploded in front of the opponents, and every wisp of particles turned into terrible killing power.
The swords in the hands of the eight shook, blocking the attacking particle light, and they retreated.
At this moment, an extremely terrifying aura gushed forth as the whistling of swords tore through the air. One person abruptly turned around and saw a holy sword flying over, tyrannical to the extreme. His sword of needles slashed out, transforming into lines that could slice through everything. However, the gigantic holy sword continued forward, crushing everything apart. With a thunderous boom, his body was directly penetrated by the holy sword. He died.
Although the nine cultivators were extremely powerful, all comparable to those ranked on the Sage Ranking, they were more skilled in attack. Whether it was physical or spiritual power, they were extremely terrifying. Especially when the nine of them joined forces to form a matrix, they could kill anything in their way.
But at this moment, the matrix had been broken, and they were under the attack of Telekinesis. They were pushed back by Ye Futian, so there was no way they could block Yaya's attack. They were killed by the sword.
Yu Sheng's demon-like body also arrived. He took a step forward and landed in front of a cultivator. He allowed the terrifying Sword Will to attack the demonic cultivator, but he did not seem to notice it. He swung the Battleaxe of Judgment in his hand. With one swing, the cultivator's body was split in two, and he was dead without a doubt.
Back in the Imperial Mausoleum, Yu Sheng, who was an upper-level Magi, demonized and stopped Ji Ya, who was ranked second on the Sage Ranking.
Now that he had become an Archmage and demonized again, how strong would he be? However, how could a single expert withstand a blow from his axe?
In the blink of an eye, three experts were killed.
Ye Futian, Hua Jieyu, Yaya, and Yu Sheng surrounded the six of them. It was as if the tables had turned.
The six of them turned pale. Had they actually failed?
Ye Futian held the Halberd of Time and Space in his hand and stepped forward. The halberd was slanted, spitting out terrifying light. His body was filled with endless murderous intent.
His eyes were extremely demonic, and golden lightning shot out, causing a cultivator in front of him to fall into it.
Voom.
A wild wind swept past. Ye Futian took a step forward, seemingly ignoring the distance between them. He appeared directly in front of his opponent, and the Halberd of Time and Space pierced through his throat without any hesitation. His head exploded, and another cultivator died.
The sword whistled in the sky, and the Divine Sword cut through the air. Yaya took a step forward barefoot, and her body was filled with endless Sword Will. The blood-red sword pierced through his opponent's will, and the Divine Sword fell. The fifth cultivator was killed.
"Boom!"
Yu Sheng stepped forward. His demonic god-like body made all living beings prostrate before him. The Judgement Axe slashed down once again, splitting the sky. The sixth cultivator's body was split in half, and blood splattered everywhere.
In the vast space, the battlefield seemed to have stopped. Countless eyes looked over, and their hearts beat wildly.
One strike, one kill.
Of the nine cultivators, six had died. They were brutally killed by three of them in the most domineering manner possible. The nine who had been insufferably arrogant before were now powerless to fight back.
"Is the outcome finally going to be decided?" Saint Xia sighed softly. This battle had been too thrilling. Ye Futian had been on the verge of despair, and the barefoot girl had appeared out of nowhere. Yu Sheng had broken through to the next level, and Hua Jieyu had activated a mysterious power.
Now, Ye Futian and the others had all displayed their true invincibility.
White had turned into blood. Who else could stop them?
Moreover, after these nine had died, the faith of the seven holy lands would collapse, because no one could kill Ye Futian.
Saint Ji, Saint Xihua, Great Zhou Sacred King, and the others all looked embarrassed. Layers upon layers of murderous intent still did not kill Ye Futian. Could it be that Ye Futian could still survive the joint attack of the seven holy lands today?
The cultivators of the Holy Zhi Palace were completely relieved. Yaya and Yu Sheng had also arrived. With them assisting Ye Futian, no one would be able to kill him.
They would definitely win this battle.
They were full of confidence. Today, the seven holy lands could not destroy the Holy Zhi Palace. So, with the power they had shown today, they would truly be able to make the seven holy lands have no one below the Saint level.
"Boom."
At this time, Ye Futian took another step forward. He did not have the slightest excitement, only endless cold murderous intent. He did not know what the consequences of this battle would be for Jieyu. Only three of the nine cultivators were left, and none of them would be able to leave alive. No matter who they were or where they came from, they would all die.
Seeing Ye Futian coming and feeling the destructive power of the Halberd of Time and Space, a cultivator's face went pale. He roared, "What are you waiting for?"
Everyone was stunned when they heard his words.
Who else could it be?
Under these circumstances, no one could kill Ye Futian. No one from the seven holy lands could do it.
Who would do it?
Saint Xia frowned and looked up. He seemed to have thought of something, and his face suddenly changed.
In the next moment, Saint Xia saw the sky above Ye Futian. Saint Zhi moved and stepped down.
"Be careful of Saint Zhi," Saint Xia shouted. Saint Xia shouted, and an incomparably tyrannical holy might swept out, shrouding in the direction of Ye Futian. His expression was extremely ugly, and a thought appeared in his mind.
How dare Saint Zhi?
As a Saint, was he going to use his life as a Saint to exchange for Ye Futian's?
Saint Xia's voice was like thunder from a clear sky, causing the hearts of everyone on the battlefield to tremble.
Saint Ji also looked surprised, but his reaction was fast. He turned into a beam of light and appeared directly in front of Saint Xia.
"Saint Xia also wants to get involved in this Sacred War?"
A voice was heard. Saint Ji had actually deliberately blocked Saint Xia.
At the same time as his voice fell, Ye Futian felt a real suffocating pressure above the sky. It was the true pressure of the Divine Path, like the might of heaven.
Not only Ye Futian, but everyone on the battlefield where he was felt it as well. They looked up in shock and saw Saint Zhi's body falling from the sky.
A Saint had made his move.
Countless people's faces changed. Seeing Saint Zhi heading towards Ye Futian, the people of the Holy Zhi Palace all looked desperate.
Why did a Saint dare to make a move?
Breaking Emperor Xia's rules meant death for Saint Zhi.
They did not understand, and neither did Ye Futian. Even if there was a grudge against Zhisheng Cliffs, as a Saint, why would Saint Zhi want to exchange his life with him at all costs?
Ye Futian, Hua Jieyu, Yu Sheng, and Yaya looked up and saw Saint Zhi descending. Their blood stopped flowing, and they truly felt suffocated and hopeless.
The Moon Saint, Saint Jiang, and even the Glass Saint stepped out at the same time and walked towards him. Extremely powerful holy might swept towards that space, but it seemed that it was too late.
Time seemed to have stopped at that moment.
Stopped in despair.
Saint Zhi descended and a huge palm that covered the sky descended. It was as if the might of the Heavenly Path was crashing down, causing the air to tremble. The palm covered the sky, intending to destroy everything in its path.
Saint Zhi's eyes were strangely calm at that moment, and there was a look of determination in them. As a Saint, his mind was extremely firm. Once he had decided on something, he would not waver in the slightest.
When the Prince of Emperor Li's Realm found him, his fate was already sealed. Saint Xia and the others might not have dared to make a decision on what happened today, but if they reacted later and Emperor Xia sent people to investigate, there would be no way for him to live. As a Saint, there were times when there were no other choices.
But even if his fate was sealed, he would still make Ye Futian and the others suffer before he died.
It seemed rather ironic that a Saint like him would end up like this, exchanging his life with a Sage Plane cultivator. It was truly pitiful.
A beam of boundless, dazzling light descended. Other than Saint Zhi, who was in the air above the space, the Village Chief had been guarding the place. When he saw Saint Zhi make his move, he instantly crossed the air and turned into a sword. His entire person turned into a sword, charging forward with unstoppable might, towards Saint Zhi's incoming palm.
Saint Zhi's face was expressionless, and there was no ripple in his eyes. When the terrifying sword pierced the palm, Saint Zhi's palm continued to press down. Blood dripped down, dyeing the palm red, but Saint Zhi seemed to not feel it at all. He continued to press the Village Chief's body down. Even when his palm was pierced by the sword and the palm turned into a bloody one, he still did not stop attacking. The bloody palm covered the sky, and a loud rumble was heard.
Everything was about to be destroyed. Under that one palm, everything was turned to dust.
"Die!" Saint Zhi roared. The sky and earth shook, and Ye Futian's spiritual will trembled violently. Looking at Saint Zhi's murderous eyes, he felt true despair.
Even if he had won everything, there was no way he could defeat a true Saint. Furthermore, the Lord of Zhisheng Cliffs was far from someone who had just entered the Saint Plane.
"Retreat!" Ye Futian roared, but in reality, he also knew that even if he wanted to retreat, he would not be able to do so.
Furthermore, Yu Sheng and Yaya did not retreat. At that moment, everything seemed to come from instinct. Not only did they not retreat, but they also took a step forward.
Yu Sheng's demon-like body raised his battle-ax and brought it down towards the sky.
Yaya was barefoot, holding the divine sword in front of her. She took a step into the air and faced the attack.
Hua Jieyu's eyes were filled with despair. True despair. They had given everything they had, killing the strongest opponents time and time again, but in the end, all they got in return was the despair of a Saint personally taking action.
Her body turned into a psychic storm, rushing towards the sky. Just like Yu Sheng and Yaya, she did not retreat, but took the attack head-on.
It seemed that they only had one thought in mind, and that was to block the attack for Ye Futian. As for whether or not they could block it, they did not think about it.
As for what the outcome would be, they did not think about it either.
They only hoped that he would be able to survive.
Boundless dazzling imperial light rose up without any attempt to hide it. Ye Futian saw what the three of them were doing, and there was no way he would retreat. He held the Halberd of Time and Space in his hand and took the initiative to meet Saint Zhi's destructive attack.
With such a life, what more could he ask for?
If the heavens did not spare him, then he would die.
He had really done his best!
PS: I've read the comments for the past few days, and I don't want to defend myself. If I can't do it, I'll just kill one or two and be done with it. The last battle at the Holy Zhi Palace was like this, and the comments were all over the screen, and I almost had a mental breakdown. This time, I want to say that I want to continue writing.
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