Qiankun Mountain was a battlefield at night.
Su Yuan, the Dikui Fox Demon, and Jiang Ling, along with two small creatures and four summoned beasts, fought fiercely. From time to time, dazzling flashes of magical power filled the sky. The beasts roared incessantly, their massive bodies roaming everywhere.
Numerous warriors from the Yan and Mo families gathered around, seizing the opportunity to attack.
Shortly after the battle began, the howling of wolves echoed from the dense forest below. Then, two shadows, one black and one white, swiftly rushed up Qiankun Mountain. They pounced on any enemy they encountered without hesitation, ripping them into pieces.
In the blink of an eye, the two shadows had already reached Qiankun Mountain.
A saber-toothed tiger, three or four meters tall and several meters long, and a giant black wolf, only slightly smaller than a saber-toothed tiger.
"Little Blackie, let's kill!"
Dabai roared with unwavering courage, and a murderous aura suddenly condensed around him. His entire body instantly erupted with a terrifying murderous intent, instantly sending shudders through the dozens of surrounding warriors.
After not seeing each other for many days, Dabai's strength had improved significantly. While the dire wolf Dahei, standing next to him, wasn't as strong as Dabai, his ferocious aura was no less fierce.
In the blink of an eye, the two ferocious beasts tore through the crowd like killing gods.
In the square in front of the Glazed Hall.
Yan Kang's footsteps shifted, and he swung his hands, sending balls of green light flying. Ming Qi, not far away, made no move to avoid them, relying solely on his flesh and blood to block Yan Kang's attack.
The hazy green light struck Ming Qi, causing him to sway wildly like a leaf in the wind. But to Yan Kang's immense surprise, his powerful magical power couldn't even shatter his opponent's clothes.
Although Ming Qi, standing in front, struggled to maintain his footing under the immense impact, he showed no signs of being knocked over. The hazy green light merely ripped a section of his outer robes, revealing the ordinary gray robe beneath.
Ming Qi's eyes flashed like daggers, and a bloody shadow flashed beneath his feet again. His entire speed suddenly increased, and he swung the Fire Emperor Sword with swift speed.
A crisscross of sword energy crisscrossed the air, forming a web that rushed towards Yan Kang.
Yan Kang suddenly shook the Qingzhi in his hand, and another hazy green light emanated, instantly blocking the sword energy.
Puff, puff, puff!
After several sounds like a robe being torn apart, Ming Qi's sword energy was once again blocked by Yan Kang.
In the final analysis, the difference in cultivation and the excessive depletion of his true essence had put Ming Qi at a disadvantage in this battle.
But Ming Qi didn't care. One round of sword energy blocked, then the next.
The lingering sword energy emanated once again, and streaks of pale white flame began to emanate from the Fire Emperor Sword.
Yan Kang, no stranger to blindness, felt a shudder of fear upon seeing this pale divine fire. Although he couldn't yet determine the exact nature of the pale flames emanating from his opponent's greatsword, his intuition told him that they were definitely extraordinary.
Thinking of this, Yan Kang quickly moved, not using his magical powers again to block the oncoming sword energy.
However, at this moment, he suddenly saw a blood-red ball of light rise from behind his opponent. Then, a powerful flash of light flashed, and he saw the sword energy, which had previously missed, suddenly and strangely spun in the air, unexpectedly returning to his direction!
Controlling sword energy with the power of the mind!
Seeing this scene, even Yan Kang gasped.
This technique was only considered normal for a sword cultivator at the Martial Saint level. Even for a non-sword cultivator, even a Martial Saint-level powerhouse, this would be acceptable, but the opponent was clearly a junior Martial King!
In the blink of an eye, Yan Kang was stunned when several sword energies, mingled with pale divine fire, charged towards him.
Yan Kang shouted, and the azure ruler in his hand shone brightly. An even more intense azure light quickly enveloped him, followed by a layer of protective qi.
The density of the Martial King's True Essence was incomparable to Yuanli, and the protective qi condensed from the Martial King's True Essence possessed immense defensive power. However, even so, facing the wisps of pale flames, Yan Kang remained somewhat unsure.
If his experience was correct, the pale flames emanating from the sword energy before him were none other than the divine fire said to incinerate everything!
The terrifying divine fire, even a single touch of it, would severely injure even a Martial Saint-level warrior!
Yan Kang's face turned ashen. As he swam at full speed, he crossed his hands across his chest for safety. Several divine symbols quickly emerged and intertwined. Then, the space in front of him rippled, and a gigantic turtle suddenly appeared.
This exotic turtle was one of the two summoned monsters he had previously released.
As soon as the giant turtle appeared, its limbs, head, and tail immediately retracted into its shell, adjusting its angle to face the oncoming sword energy.
Clang clang clang!
A series of sharp, piercing sounds pierced his ears, and several sword energies swiftly penetrated the giant turtle's shell. A pale, divine fire immediately filled the shell, and the next moment, the entire turtle burst into flames.
Yan Kang roared, retreating several feet. The turtle that had shielded him from the sword energy had completely vanished.
"It's the Divine Fire, damn it!"
Yan Kang cursed inwardly, his eyes darting around. The situation was now reversed. The man before him possessed incredible fighting prowess, and could even summon the Divine Fire. Summoning demonic beasts to resist was merely a temporary solution.
Seeing his chances of victory dwindle, Yan Kang began to search for a way out. He didn't want to die here like Mo Zhonglong, facing an unknown fate. His Yan family held a deep foundation; if they escaped this time, they would surely level Qiankun Mountain the next time.
But Ming Qi, not far away, wouldn't let him succeed. As the Divine Fire erupted, he soared swiftly, his steps moving with uncanny speed and intensity. Streams of blood spurted from every part of his body, converging on the raised Fire Emperor Sword.
He looked shaky, his face pale as a sheet, devoid of any color. But his aura was rising at an alarming rate.
A rich blood-red hue condensed on the raised longsword, streams of crimson blood gathering at its tip, forming a vortex in the air.
Blue Blood Sky Slash, this all-consuming, all-or-nothing move, finally reappeared!
Ming Qi's pace quickened as the blood-red vortex above his head rapidly coalesced, revealing a massive blood-red sword blade, even wisps of electricity arcing along its edge.
Seeing this, Yan Kang's pupils constricted. His body swayed, no longer daring to hesitate, he swiftly fled. Behind him lay the cliffs of Qiankun Mountain. If he could just clear them, he could escape with his life!
"Want to escape? Leave your life behind!"
Ming Qi roared wildly, followed by a roar of laughter. From the blood-red vortex in the sky, a blood-red giant sword over ten meters long emerged, its edge swirling with arcs of electricity.
He leaped up, instantly unleashing his last bit of strength. He soared into the air, grasping the tail of the hilt of the blood-red giant sword with one hand, and charged forward to chop at Yan Kang who had already flown into the air.