On the floating island, other than a few people, everyone else is dead.
There was silence all around.
Wang Hong Dao squinted his eyes and looked at the other side.
Qi Yan was holding an autumn-blue longsword in his hand, wearing a large hat on his head.
The edge of the hat was very low, so he couldn't see his face clearly.
But Wang Hong Dao recognized him as soon as he glanced over.
It really is Qi Yan.
There's nothing different about him.
Qi Yan's expression was calm as he looked at him.
As their eyes met, they didn't look away for a second.
Wang Hong Dao looked away first and carefully observed the longsword in Qi Yan's hand.
He said: "No, you definitely aren't Qi Yan"
"Why do you say that?" Qi Yan asked.
"That Qi Yan brat never knew how to use a sword, his expertise lies in Elemental Fire spirits and formations"
"Perhaps I've recently become interested in swordsmanship" Qi Yan said.
Wang Hong Dao shook his head: "Swordsmanship is the most dangerous path, there's no way to learn it in one go"
He raised his hand and infused it with spirit energy.
A brightly colored insect silently sat on the back of his finger.
"Although you're wearing a large hat, I can still sense your realm — — – with your current strength, you're nothing in front of me, so if you want to live, tell me the coordinates of the new world" Wang Hong Dao said.
Qi Yan held his longsword and didn't answer.
Seeing this, Wang Hong Dao continued: "Let's not waste any more time. I don't care who you are, hand over the coordinates of the new world and obediently let me seal you. That way, we'll have more time to chat."
"Is elder Wang in a hurry?" Qi Yan asked.
"Not at all, I just don't want to waste my time"
"Why?"
"The more you waste your time, the more variables there are"
Wang Hong Dao's voice became full of killing intent: "I'll give you three breaths' worth of time, drop your sword and surrender, or I'll kill you right away"
Qi Yan's sword moved.
A sword phantom flew out and slashed the air.
Roar!!!
In the void, a huge strange insect suddenly appeared, letting out a painful cry.
It was cut open from head to toe, all the way down to its tail.
Yellow blood flowed like a storm, blown away by the wind.
The strange insect died on the spot, and its body fell to the ground, motionless.
"Elder Wang, you said you would give me three breaths of time, why did you suddenly attack?" Qi Yan asked coldly.
Wang Hong Dao's face sank even further.
"With such a low cultivation level, he has such sword skills. That's rare."
"But with your strength, you're still a hundred thousand years too early to be complacent in front of me."
As Wang Hong Dao slowly spoke, the spirit energy fluctuations around his body became even more terrifying.
The entire floating island trembled slightly.
"Is this the power of the Cryptic Spirit Stage?"
Qi Yan felt the fluctuation of Spiritual Energy in the air and sighed.
"One last chance, submit to me, or the next moment will be the day you die," Wang Hong Dao said expressionlessly.
Qi Yan replied: "Regarding my death date, my gongzi will not agree"
"Your Young Master?" Wang Hong Dao suddenly raised his voice.
This form of address was truly surprising.
This sentence represented even more indescribable meanings for the time being.
Wang Hong Dao paused.
The next second.
Qi Yan suddenly showed an attentive expression.
Wang Hong Dao also looked up and stared at the sky.
Bong!
Something seemed to have been smashed into pieces.
Following that, a series of trembling noises resounded above the island.
Bong!
Bong bong bong!
Bong bong bong bong!
Bong bong bong bong bong!
The urgent and urgent sound of the war drums was getting faster and faster.
The sound of the war drums resounded across the entire island.
This was Guang Yang sect's highest level of warning, meaning that it was a matter of life and death.
Once the war drums sounded, all cultivators would have to stop what they were doing and rush to the lowest level of the floating island.
Everyone would have to protect that place regardless of their lives.
Because the sound of the war drums meant that the most important formation had a problem.
A large-scale spirit energy isolation formation!
It was directly related to whether or not the realm demon could find this island!
And now, that formation was broken!
For a sect, this was a war to the death.
Because of that, the ancient war drums resounded across the entire island.
Wang Hong Dao's expression changed.
In an instant, he retracted his spirit energy again and again until not even a single strand of it left his body.
He was using his fastest speed to retract all of his spirit energy.
But the situation changed too quickly, too abruptly.
No matter how fast Wang Hong Dao was, he was still affected a bit.
In the void of space, countless black mouths appeared.
The realm demon's unconscious bodies had all arrived.
These mouths hovered all around the floating island, all aimed at Wang Hong Dao.
The mouths were about to move, but slowly calmed down.
How regretful, the spirit energy in that area was quickly extinguished.
Just a bit more and they would've found some delicious food.
More and more black mouths appeared, covering the entire void of space.
The floating island where Guang Yang sect was located was completely surrounded by the realm demon's unconscious bodies.
Seeing that, Wang Hong Dao gritted his teeth: "You vicious brat …"
"What can I do? Your cultivation realm is too high, gongzi doesn't approve of you using spirit energy" Qi Yan casually replied.
They were standing on the high platform.
The entire island where Guang Yang sect was located was no longer able to use any spirit energy.
Because from now on, anyone who dared to use spirit energy would be discovered by the realm demon's unconscious bodies and eaten.
Both Cryptic realm Wang Hong Dao and Virtualized realm Zhao Wu Chui couldn't use their own spirit energy.
The black mouths in the sky opened their mouths, revealing their sharp fangs.
They were already in position, patiently waiting.
Waiting for a living being to leak spirit energy.
As soon as they find their target, they'll rush forward and devour the cultivator until nothing is left.
"Is this how you're going to deal with me?" Wang Hong Dao stared straight at Qi Yan.
Dong! Dong!
Dong! Dong! Dong! Dong! Dong! Dong!
The drumming was like a thunderstorm, urging everyone to risk their lives to protect the sect's formation.
As long as the formation isn't repaired, the drumming won't stop.
Originally, this was the time for all cultivators to stand up and protect the sect.
But almost all of them were killed by Wang Hong Dao.
No one was able to protect the formation.
This was the most awkward moment of Wang Hong Dao's life.
His hand couldn't help but reach for his Inventory Bag.
"I know you have an airship, but do you dare to use your Inventory Bag right now?" Qi Yan asked.
Wang Hong Dao looked at the sky.
He couldn't see the sky anymore, only the realm demon's unconscious bodies remained.
They were constantly moving, sensing the spirit energy around them.
Wang Hong Dao's expression turned grim.
Opening an Inventory Bag requires a sliver of spirit energy.
But as soon as that sliver of spirit energy appears, the realm demon's unconscious bodies might be able to sense it.
The result is death.
Wang Hong Dao didn't dare to take that gamble.
"But have you thought about it? That way, you won't be able to escape either" Wang Hong Dao said.
"I haven't thought about that" Qi Yan replied.
Hearing him admit it so easily, Wang Hong Dao found it hard to believe.
"I definitely won't believe that, no one would be able to ignore their own life and death" Wang Hong Dao shook his head.
"Listen, it's very rare for me to hear such an ancient drumming, but this drumming sounds quite good" Qi Yan casually said.
He held his sword tightly and leaned forward.
"Today, in this place, it's either you die or I die, everything else can wait until we're dead"
He finally said.
"Wait!" Wang Hong Dao shouted.
"You idiot, there are some things that can be discussed slowly, why didn't you tell me you controlled the floating island's formation!?" Wang Hong Dao gritted his teeth.
"There's no need for that" Qi Yan replied: "Not just my young master, even I feel that a battle should be fought, there's no point in scheming"
The autumn-water-like sword was pointed straight at Wang Hong Dao.
Dong! Dong! Dong!
The drumming was getting louder.
Fighting spirit rose.
Like a beacon.
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