Puchi!

The shadow of the axe blade sliced through, and the ancient barbarian soldiers clad in dark bone armor fell instantly.

However, the anticipated spray of blood did not appear. Instead of flesh and organs, the torn wounds revealed dark brown meat, resembling decayed wood of millions of years.

Dry, cracked, devoid of any vitality or blood color inside!

For any other life form, enduring an attack like this from Jiang Shu would leave no chance of survival.

Strangely, the bodies of these fallen ancient barbarian soldiers did not collapse but rather absorbed the rampant fragments of laws and dark-red airstreams pervading the canyon.

The wounds, visible to the naked eye, wriggled and healed, with the dark brown flesh reconnecting and mending.

Within just a few breaths, they stiffly rose again.

Though their movements remained somewhat sluggish, the brilliance in their eyes was even sharper, glaring at Jiang Shu with a face full of resentment.

"These are not flesh and blood bodies!"

Jiang Shu’s heart was stirred, and he made some speculations.

The sensation passed through the Desolate Star Halberd was bizarre, as if cutting into some tough yet completely dehydrated strange substance.

"To truly kill them, merely severing the body is useless."

"These things are alternative life forms, bred from the remnants of laws, battlefield Evil Qi, and unyielding will here. To completely erase them, one must sever their core Spiritual Origin!"

He instantly understood, shouting sternly to everyone: "Use the Power of Laws to attack!"

"Directly obliterate the light of Spiritual Wisdom in their Sea of Consciousness; physical attacks are ineffective against them!"

His voice was clear and distinct, reaching the ears of every genius on the chaotic battlefield.

"Alright, let’s try them!"

Zhan Feng reacted quickly, roaring fiercely.

"Soul Suppressing!"

Ignoring the cuts from the surrounding space turbulence, he clenched his right fist, forcibly compressing the Space Power around him, forming a vortex-like Fist Seal. This pure force struck, containing the Soul Suppressing Dao Rhyme secretly passed down by the War Alliance, like an invisible heavy hammer, smashing into the head of one of the reanimated ancient barbarian soldiers.

Bang!

The ancient barbarian soldier’s head exploded, turning into dark brown fragments.

This time, no Spiritual Light flickered within the fragments, and they slumped to the ground, no longer twitching.

Zhan Feng’s Spirit was invigorated.

But merely killing these death-defying minor soldiers had zero decisive impact on the entire battlefield.

Just as he crushed an enemy, on the side, a silent figure with a broken blade moved, fast as blood-colored lightning.

Almost at the moment Jiang Shu shouted, he had seized the flaw in Zhan Feng’s move.

The dim broken blade moved silently, yet carried a decisive Death Will, slicing through the void, directly aiming at Zhan Feng’s neck.

"Be careful!"

Jiang Shu stepped forward, the Taichu Dao Rhyme transforming into Chains, swinging horizontally, but was a fraction too late.

In that critical moment, Zhan Feng’s entire body surged with bronze-colored battle patterns, forcibly tilting his head.

Shiii!

The broken blade grazed past Zhan Feng’s neck, the bronze battle patterns flaring up, barely withstanding the fatal blade, yet leaving a bone-deep bloody scar.

The violent Death Dao Rhyme instantly invaded, numbing half his body, leaving him immobile.

More terrifyingly, the light of Spiritual Wisdom in the broken blade man’s eyes burst, seemingly excited by the success of the harm inflicted, and his actions noticeably became much smoother.

"Damn it!"

Zhan Feng cursed angrily, mustering a breath of Battle Qi, staggering back, blood soaking the bronze battle armor.

On the other side, geniuses from the affiliated forces were engaged in a bitter struggle.

Although they were prodigies of their respective Star Domains, facing these bizarre entities that couldn’t be killed, grew stronger the more they’re fought, and continually poured out of the canyon mist, coupled with the canyon’s omnipresent violent law killing field, their Powers were greatly suppressed.

The blue-dressed girl’s Protective Dharma Treasure was shattered by a claw strike from the ancient barbarian soldier, causing her to scream.

The black-clad man desperately wielded a secret technique to kill an enemy, but as soon as joy appeared on his face, another resurrected ancient barbarian soldier pierced through his shoulder blade with a spear, causing him to cry out in agony.

"Hang in there!"

"Form an Array Formation!"

"Use the Power of Laws!"

Zhan Yun shouted hoarsely, commanding as she led several core disciples of the War Alliance to form a small defensive circle. The Star Short Blade in her hand slashed out blade after blade, cutting through space, slicing the approaching enemies apart.

She witnessed Yu Sha being ambushed by a powerful ancient barbarian warrior emerging from the shadows on the ground. Despite promptly blocking, a deep, bone-visible wound was clawed into his left arm, blood dripping, and his aura instantly plummeting.

Jiang Shu moved through the chaotic center of the battlefield, every swing of the Desolate Star Halberd was incredibly precise.

The halberd’s shadow either carried the weight of Taichu Dao Rhyme, with the might of crushing Divine Souls.

Or drew out strange arcs, triggering Space Mirror Images, causing enemy attacks to miss; or erupted with overwhelming force, like Pangu opening the sky, forcibly shattering the core spirit of the enemies.

He moved like a gray lightning bolt, leaving behind one vivid image after another turning into decayed corpses, no longer moving.

But his brow was furrowed. There were too many enemies.

Moreover, as time went on, their growth speed in slaughter was astonishingly fast.

The initially puppet-like movements became increasingly coordinated, with signs of cooperation starting to emerge among them.

The Broken Blade Man’s understanding of space deepened, making his blade movements more treacherous and hard to defend.

The Demon Lord, nearly a hundred feet tall, was enraged by several geniuses from the affiliated forces attacking with Dao Rhyme, dark red Evil Qi surged around it, interfering with the condensation of Dao Rhyme.

Its every massive swing carried terrifying power that shook the entire canyon space, constantly twisting the defensive formation organized by Zhan Yun, threatening to collapse at any moment.