In the vast battlefield of the Holy Zhi Palace, countless mighty ones once again rushed towards where Ye Futian and the others were fighting.
Every slash from the Sword Saint was followed by a rain of blood. Yu Sheng also broke out of the encirclement in a frenzy, wanting to fight his way back to Ye Futian's side. Those nine had made them truly feel the power to kill Ye Futian.
"Stop them." A cold voice came from the void. The mighty ones from the three holy lands of the Endless Ocean surrounded Ye Futian in battle matrixes, blocking off all paths of escape. No one was allowed to step onto the battlefield.
Although the saints did not know who the nine who came with Saint Zhi were, the mighty ones from the three battle matrixes of the Endless Ocean had all been killed by Ye Futian and Hua Jieyu. If Ye Futian and the others were allowed to fight their way out, the consequences would be dire. Now that there were nine of them who could kill Ye Futian, they naturally did not mind.
Now, to the holy lands, even if they could not get the lineage of Renhuang, Ye Futian had to die.
If he did not die, he would be a fatal threat to the holy lands.
At that moment, Huang Jiuge had already been entangled by countless golden threads. His cultivation had always been weaker, and he had just gotten the lineage of Renhuang not long ago. It was impossible for him to change overnight. Even Ye Futian and Hua Jieyu could not fight against nine such mighty ones, let alone him.
Ye Futian, on the other hand, transformed into the Roc and wrapped his wings around Hua Jieyu to protect her. The endless golden lines cut into the Roc's body bit by bit, intending to kill Ye Futian and Hua Jieyu right there on the battlefield. He showed no mercy at all.
Outside the battlefield, a shocking Sword Will whizzed through the air. Many Saints looked in that direction and frowned slightly. Then, they saw two figures riding on Divine Swords, directly rushing into the battlefield.
One of them was the saint of the Holy Zhi Palace of the Barren State, the Village Chief of Tombkeeper Village.
As for the other person, it was a young girl around the age of eighteen. She had a ponytail and was barefoot. She still seemed a little immature, but her eyes were like the sharpest swords in the world. With a single glance, she could pierce through a person.
That girl was none other than Yaya, who had trained in the Nether Sword Mound in Tombkeeper Village for several years. She swept her gaze across the battlefield and flashed. The holy sword followed her as she charged into the crowd.
The cultivators in the periphery felt the powerful sword will and instantly turned around, only to see the Holy Sword piercing through the void like a bolt of lightning. Puchi sounds rang out continuously, and in just an instant, it pierced through the heads of dozens of cultivators, shattering them into pieces.
The saints in the void all looked at Yaya. The Great Zhou Sacred King and Saint Xihua frowned. They did not expect that Yaya, who had been suspected to be a sword spirit in Tombkeeper Village all those years ago, had returned. She had disappeared for the past few years. Some people guessed that she was cultivating in isolation in the Holy Zhi Palace, while others guessed that she had become a sword spirit. Now that she had reappeared, she was already at the pinnacle of Sage Plane. Her cultivation speed was terrifying, even faster than Ye Futian's.
However, the Great Zhou Sacred King and the others knew that this was not the speed of cultivation, but the growth of the sword spirit.
"Stop her," the Great Zhou Sacred King said coldly.
Speaking of which, all the enmity between him and Ye Futian began to intensify, and it was actually because of Yaya. Back then, he wanted to seize the Sword Matrix of the Void and personally went to Tombkeeper Village, ordering people to kill Yaya's parents. Ye Futian killed the cultivators of the Great Zhou Sacred Dynasty on the spot, and thus, the Sacred War broke out.
At that time, he thought that destroying the Holy Zhi Palace would be a piece of cake. He never thought that things would turn out this way today.
One figure after another broke through the air and rushed in Yaya's direction, stopping her. The Holy Sword continued to move forward with irresistible force, shooting straight in Ye Futian's direction.
However, there were many cultivators who bypassed the Holy Sword and appeared in front of Yaya. There were cultivators of the Great Zhou Sacred Dynasty who turned into golden phoenixes and swooped down, golden flaming claws smashing down.
Yaya walked forward barefoot, and her deep eyes glanced at the cultivators who were charging at her. In an instant, those cultivators felt that they had fallen into an abyss, a blood-colored abyss. There were countless sharp swords there, and the blood-colored sword hung in the sky. Boundless sword will bloomed from within, cutting their spiritual will. Their faces turned as white as paper, and they felt that their spiritual will was being wiped out right there and then.
The barefoot girl took a step and walked right through the middle of the crowd. Where she stepped, cultivators fell one after another, falling to the ground and turning into corpses. They did not even know how they died.
As such, a very strange scene appeared on the battlefield. The Holy Sword took the lead, and a barefoot girl walked behind. She moved forward, and in that extremely violent and chaotic battlefield, she opened up a blood-colored path by force.
Moreover, her speed was extremely fast, and everywhere she passed, countless people were killed on the spot.
"Stop her." Saint Ji and Saint Xihua said one after another. They felt that the barefoot girl who had appeared might have been a threat to the nine cultivators. If she were to make her way to them, Ye Futian might have been able to open up an opening.
Now, it would only take a moment for Ye Futian to die here. Under such circumstances, there was no way they would have let anything happen.
They had to stop her at all costs.
A violent rumble was heard above the sky. Huge mountains appeared on the battlefield, blasting towards the Holy Sword that was moving forward with indomitable will. The Holy Sword arrived in an instant and pierced through them. Thousands of sword will burst like a spider web, and in an instant, the huge mountain was shattered. The Holy Sword was still moving forward, making rumbling sounds. The barefoot girl followed closely behind. Anyone who tried to stop her would have fallen into that blood-colored abyss, unable to extricate themselves.
The seemingly long battle had actually happened in an extremely short amount of time. The barefoot girl had already rushed not far away from the battlefield where Ye Futian was. It would not take her long to reach the battlefield.
Saint Ji, Saint Xihua, the Great Zhou Sacred King, and the saints of the Endless Ocean all looked very embarrassed. They had already come this far, and there was still something happening on the battlefield?
Saint Zhi looked at Yaya as well. His face was pale as he called, "Kong Yao."
Kong Yao stepped towards the Holy Sword as soon as he called. There was actually not much power on the entire battlefield to stop Yaya. After all, everyone was in a berserk state. They had already done everything they could to stop the cultivators of the Holy Zhi Palace from supporting Ye Futian, and there was not much power left to stop Yaya.
Kong Yao, who was ranked ninth on the Sage Ranking, was naturally one of the top figures on the battlefield.
Divine elephants appeared when he stepped forward, and the huge divine elephants suppressed the sky. They were clad in divine implement armor, and when the divine swords tore through the air toward him, he punched out with the light of his fist. Suddenly, the divine elephants suppressed the sky, and the shadows of the divine elephants attacked the divine swords.
Bang … A loud rumble was heard, and the air shook. The divine elephants were torn apart one after another. The Holy Sword seemed to be unstoppable, and it came in front of Kong Yao.
"Boom." Kong Yao's expression was solemn. He took a step forward, which seemed to contain boundless power. With his body as the center, the enormous power of the Divine Elephants exploded, wanting to suppress this area. Although the Divine Swords did not block it, their speed had been slowed down a bit.
Another punch pierced through the air. Holy light blossomed as a gigantic divine elephant walked in the air, colliding with the incoming holy sword. This time, the holy sword finally stopped moving. It released a towering sword will, tearing apart the body of the divine elephant bit by bit, wanting to destroy it.
Yaya, who was behind him, walked out barefoot. She looked at Kong Yao coldly, and looking at her eyes, Kong Yao felt a strong sense of threat.
"Kill them quickly," Saint Zhi frowned and took a look at Yaya, then said to the nine cultivators below.
The light of the divine implements in the hands of the nine cultivators became even stronger, and the dazzling golden threads that cut through the air tore the body of the Roc bit by bit, cutting off its wings. They went for Ye Futian and Hua Jieyu, looking like they were about to kill them right there and then.
Everyone held their breath. Even the cultivators who were fighting lost their minds when they sensed what was happening. Both sides knew very well that Ye Futian's life and death was the key to the Sacred War.
If he were to live, all seven holy lands would be in danger. If he were to die, the Holy Zhi Palace would cease to exist, and that short legend would become a regrettable part of history.
Powerful currents continued to flow around Ye Futian's body. He opened his arms and pulled Hua Jieyu into his embrace. The destructive lines cut into his body, turning his white robe into a bloody one.
Hua Jieyu felt the warmth of his embrace, and tears flowed from the corner of her eyes. She lowered her head slightly, and the crystalline tears fell on Ye Futian's bloody clothes like pearls.
At that moment, she had already felt the boiling power within Ye Futian's body, and she naturally knew what he was going to do.
It seemed that there was no better choice. If they did not release all of their power, only death awaited them, and there would be no future.
However, she did not know what the consequences of Ye Futian's actions would be, and if he could bear the consequences.
She did not think about it. At a time like this, what was the point of thinking about it?
They had already done everything they could, and it was not just them. The entire Holy Zhi Palace had done everything they could. Everyone had the same belief: to protect the holy land of the Barren State. Even the Yue clan, the Vajra Region, the Lapis Lazuli Holy Temple, and other forces had participated in the Sacred War to help them.
They had already done their best, blocking the attacks of the cultivators from the seven holy lands. They were unstoppable, and they gradually broke through the encirclement of the seven holy lands, destroying the strongest battle matrixes of the three holy lands. They were about to break out and end the Sacred War.
However, nine mysterious cultivators appeared and began to hunt them down. These nine people were obviously not cultivators from the seven holy lands, but outsiders who had come for the Renhuang lineage that Huang Jiuge possessed.
They were doing everything they could, but the other side was doing the same. They were full of murderous intent, and they would not rest until they killed them.
If that was the case, then they should all die!
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