This is the end...

But at least we successfully shot down that thing...

"Buzz—"

Not far away, a deafening hum abruptly erupted, rudely interrupting Xu Mengxi’s dying thoughts.

The raging hurricane, carrying dust and the scent of blood, fiercely assaulted her lingering consciousness, causing her to squint uncomfortably as she struggled to look towards the hurricane’s origin.

Then,

She saw a handsome middle-aged man, depicted in a scene of near-mad combat, fighting desperately.

In his arms was a woman, her face pale and her breath weak, yet her eyes remained closed as if asleep, or perhaps enduring some unspeakable pain.

Xu Mengxi recognized them.

They were said to be from Jiatiange a millennium ago.

The two seemed to be siblings, prolonging their lives by various means, reuniting in this chaotic world after ten thousand years...

What were their names?

...The man forgot.

The woman seemed to be called Luo Xiran, it was her insights that identified the array’s core and provided the key to shooting down the colossal structure.

But,

If her memory was correct, the woman had already perished at the hands of the Great Yan Second Minister during the attempt to bring down the celestial ring structure...

Amidst her thoughts, an enemy Saint finally noticed Xu Mengxi, the ’traitor’ not yet dead, and a sword light shot towards her!

It was composed of pure Dao Charm, not a single streak, but thousands, mercilessly surrounding her from all directions, each carrying terrifying power capable of easily cutting through space.

Seeing this inescapable scene, Xu Mengxi’s mind surged with countless thoughts, the primal despair of a living being before death.

But ultimately,

Her once vibrant eyes, like stars, didn’t freeze on fear, but rather settled into a glint of regretful relief.

What a pity...

She couldn’t see anymore.

"...."

"..."

".."

"."

Boom!!!!!

Suddenly, a burst of blood Qi transformed into a sword domain, severing those sword threads.

Two silhouettes shielded Xu Mengxi.

Two in black.

But both were bathed in blood.

Was it the Wanku and... the Sword Sect Leader?

Xu Mengxi couldn’t quite understand; saving her, a dying person, rather than heading to another battlefield, she wanted to say something, but her vision and consciousness simultaneously plunged into darkness.

"Freeze her with Dao Charm!"

"But her Sacred Origin has dispersed..."

"Shut up, freeze her first! There will be a way in the future!"

"...Alright."

The urgency of the situation made Xu Yuan’s tone extremely fierce as he scanned the battlefield quickly.

He wouldn’t die.

But that didn’t mean others wouldn’t.

More than one person had already perished.

Suppressing the thought rising within him to gain strength by consuming others, Xu Yuan finally glanced at the man who attacked Xu Mengxi.

Zong Qingsheng.

As one who primarily studied Military Formation Technique, he wasn’t a match for conventional Saints; on this battlefield belonging to Saints, he mostly escorted and finished off enemies.

But at this moment,

Zong Qingsheng realized he would finally have to confront his former master’s anger.

No hesitation, no arrogance, the burly old man unhesitatingly transmitted a call for rescue nearby.

But before he finished speaking,

A miniature Flawless Ink Jade appeared on his chest, expanding instantly into a black dome sphere with a radius of more than ten feet!

When the black dome shattered into specks of starlight and dissipated,

Zong Qingsheng’s half-mutilated body appeared in Xu Yuan’s sight, accompanied by a Female Saint rushing to reinforce.

This made Xu Yuan’s heart involuntarily sink.

Again.

Injured, but not dead.

Saints vary in strength, but there are no weaklings.

Xu Yuan could slay any Saint, but after his Magic System became completely transparent, he couldn’t kill instantly.

Or rather,

On such a battlefield,

He couldn’t kill recklessly without considering Origin Qi depletion.

Xu Yuan looked around again.

The entire battle was nearing its end.

The Sacred Origin dispersing from the deceased Saints seemed to fill the universe; as he worried, these traitors had also devised various targeted preemptive measures against those around him.

Continuing like this, everyone around him would perish.

What to do?

Retreat to the military formation?

No.

Yuan Hao and Marquis Wucheng hadn’t decided victory or defeat.

Saints indeed couldn’t withstand the might of military formations, but in customary situations, when Saints chose to disregard life and death, their damage to ground soldiers and the entire military formation was equally terrifying, especially against so many Saints.

Even retreating to the formation, the remaining Saints would definitely pursue, with the help of Marquis Wucheng, leading to the total collapse of the Black Scale Army...

Xu Yuan urgently needed a way to break the stalemate, but found no alternative pathways.

Facing the world’s authority, his followers might be a spark powerful enough to ignite the world, but nowhere near sufficient to blaze the wildfires.

This was why he chose to come alone.

The followers’ selfless dedication indeed moved him, but reality remained cold, not altered by so-called romanticism.

Today,

They were far fewer compared to these ’traitors.’

It seemed,

Still no other options.

Only he could become the next sky,

Absolute personal power dominance is the sole way forward in the current situation.

Thoughts flashed rapidly,

Instantly, countless possibilities surfaced in Xu Yuan’s mind.

Formation Patterns...

Tian Ye...

Sect Alliance...

Use military formation might to replicate the mycelium sea tide of Sword Sect....

Demon Race...

Temporary compromise...

Weakness of human nature...

Life and Death Dao Charm...

Wait....

Countless strands of information intertwined in his mind, Xu Yuan gradually sensed a thread leading to a future beyond just becoming the sky.