Chapter 1882

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

To shrink the earth into inches

The Sixth Sword was wielded with the Heavenly God's energy and the support of the second level Dao Will. The power of the Sixth Sword was much more powerful and terrifying than the Sixth Sword he wielded the first time.

Yang Yi hovered in the starry sky as he stared at the blood-red skull phantom that radiated for hundreds of millions of kilometers in front of him. In the blood-red region at the very center of the phantom, an inconspicuous sword-light was constantly expanding.

In an instant, the sword light filled the blood-red skull shadow.

Under the influence of the sword light, the entire blood-red skull collapsed.

The moment the blood-red skull collapsed, the sword light did not stop expanding. Instead, it continued to expand at an extremely fast speed, sweeping towards Yang Yi.

"The Sixth Sword again …"

Yang Yi's face turned ugly. The Sixth Sword that Zhuowen wielded this time was too powerful. It was much more powerful than the previous Sixth Sword. It even gave Yang Yi a sense of extreme fear and danger.

"This kid is so calculating!"

Looking at the terrifying sword light that radiated in all directions, Yang Yi originally wanted to use his powerful Void Energy to prepare to dodge the terrifying Sixth Sword.

However, when he used the Void Energy, he found that his whole body was surrounded by a terrifying stagnant feeling. It was this stagnant feeling that made it impossible for Yang Yi to use the Void Energy, and it was difficult for him to find a direction.

Zhuowen had taken Yang Yi's powerful Void Energy into consideration. Therefore, when he wielded the Sixth Sword, he dispersed it in such a way that it interfered with Yang Yi's Void Energy.

The speed of the sword light was too fast, and there were too many of them. In an instant, they enveloped the starry sky where Yang Yi was.

"After the Sixth Sword, this kid will definitely die. I just need to withstand this powerful sword light."

Yang Yi's eyes flickered. He could vaguely guess the price of the Sixth Sword. He did not need to withstand this terrifying sword light at all. As long as he withstood this sword light, Zhuowen would die without a burial place even if he did not attack.

The moment the sword light completely engulfed Yang Yi's body, Yang Yi used all his skills. Not only did he cover the surface of his body with his Star God Energy, but he also took out a rusty ring from his Spirit Ring.

As soon as the ring was opened, it emitted a dark light, covering the surface of his body with a dark light shield.

"Retreat!"

Moyan Wushang's face changed. He controlled the Luo Yanjing to retreat again. The area covered by the Sixth Sword's sword-light was much larger than the blood-red skull.

Moreover, the sword-light of the sixth sword was too terrifying. Moyan Wushang could feel that a single sword-light was enough to kill the Luo Yan Jing and destroy everyone inside.

When the sword light faded away, the black light barrier surrounding Yang Yi was shattered. Yang Yi's body was tattered and his hair was disheveled, making him look like a beggar.

As for the rusty ring on Yang Yi's hand, it completely shattered into countless pieces the moment his figure was revealed.

Puchi!

Yang Yi suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, his expression extremely dispirited. Then, with a gloomy look in his eyes, he muttered to himself in a low voice, "I still underestimated this kid's Sixth Sword. I didn't expect the power of this kid's Sixth Sword to reach such a level."

"To be able to injure me so severely, this kid can die without regrets."

Puchi!

However, before Yang Yi could finish his words, an iron sword suddenly slashed across his waist, and Yang Yi was directly cut in half.

"You …"

Yang Yi looked at the lower half of his body that had been cut in half and his eyes narrowed. Then, he saw Zhuowen behind him with a cold gaze.

"Are you surprised that I'm not dead?"

Zhuowen looked indifferently at Yang Yi who had been cut in half. His gaze was very cold.

This battle was too tragic. He had lost too many things. Cangjie, Fuxi, Dongfang, Nangong, Beichen, Ximen, and even Xiao Hei and Cheng Huang had sacrificed themselves in order to bear the price of the Sixth Sword.

At this moment, Zhuowen was filled with monstrous killing intent towards Yang Yi. He wanted nothing more than to pull out his tendons and peel off his bones.

Yang Yi's face was gloomy. Although his body had been cut in half, he was still very calm. He formed a seal with both of his hands, and then a powerful Void Energy gushed out from his body. His speed instantly increased, and he wanted to escape with the upper half of his body.

Unfortunately, Yang Yi did not escape for long before he was blocked by a powerful invisible ripple. This invisible ripple turned into a ring shape, encircling Yang Yi within an area of several hundred feet.

"The power of a second-level Dao Insight …"

Yang Yi's expression changed slightly. He immediately turned around and looked at Zhuowen who was slowly walking towards him.

The Sixth Sword had severely injured him, and he had less than ten percent of his strength left. Moreover, he had been cut in half by Zhuowen's sword, and his strength had been greatly reduced again. Now, with only the upper half of his body left, he was in an extremely bad state.

What was even more inconceivable was that Zhuowen was unscathed after using the Sixth Sword. It was really inconceivable to him.

Whoosh!

Zhuowen did not pay attention to Yang Yi's shock. He waved the iron sword in his right hand, and another sword mark appeared. Yang Yi's remaining right arm was cut off.

Raising his arm, Zhuo Wen deliberately controlled the iron sword so that Yang Yi would feel actual pain.

As expected, after his right arm was cut off, Yang Yi's face was pale and his facial muscles were twisted.

Originally, with his strength, it was easy for him to block out the pain. However, Zhuowen used the power of Dao Insight to invade Yang Yi's pain nerves, causing Yang Yi's sense of pain to be many times more sensitive than ordinary people.

"This sword strike is for Cangjie."

Zhuowen's gaze was cold and indifferent like a demon's as he drew his sword once more. He controlled the might of this sword strike and cut open a layer of flesh on the wound on Yang Yi's upper body, causing blood to splatter. Yang Yi grunted in pain and almost cried out.

"This sword strike is for Senior Fuxi."

…

"This sword strike is for Xiao Hei and Cheng Huang."

Zhuowen's gaze became crimson red as he slashed out again and again. However, he controlled the strength of every single sword strike with great precision. Not only was it able to achieve the greatest pain, it wouldn't cause Yang Yi to die because of it.

At this moment, Yang Yi was almost angered to the point of spitting blood. Zhuowen was intentionally not letting him die a quick death, and instead wanted to torture him to death.

Yang Yi even heard Zhuowen slash his body once more for Hou Shu and Ge Ge. This caused Yang Yi to almost faint from anger. However, just as he was about to faint, Zhuowen slashed out with his sword again, causing him to immediately wake up from the pain.

Zhuowen slowly sheathed his sword and stood there. He quietly looked at Yang Yi before him and saw that Yang Yi's upper body was practically devoid of flesh. Everything had been shaved off by Zhuowen, leaving behind only a blood-red skeleton.

The only thing that was intact should be Yang Yi's head.

"Zhuowen, you've got guts. You actually dared to put me in such a sorry state!"

Yang Yi's gaze was extremely gloomy as he coldly spoke to Zhuowen.

Zhuowen stared at Yang Yi's head, but he was somewhat astonished. Yang Yi was clearly at the end of his rope, so why was there no panic on his face?

"You're at death's door, yet you're still so arrogant?

This last sword is for myself. You've deceived me for far too long. When I first met you, I'm afraid I've already fallen into your scheme, right? "

"Today, I will completely wipe out all of your schemes. I will wipe them out completely."

As he spoke, Zhuowen's wrist turned. The iron sword was like a fan as it spun fiercely. Then, his right hand was horizontally in front of Yang Yi's head.

Puchi!

Yang Yi's head was directly cut into two halves. However, Zhuowen's gaze was grave as he discovered that Yang Yi's eyes, which were cut into two halves, were extremely calm, and even somewhat frighteningly cold.

Bang!

Yang Yi's head suddenly exploded, and a terrifying aura spread out. Zhuowen couldn't help but continuously retreat. His gaze was gloomy as he stared at Yang Yi's head that had exploded on its own.

He didn't know why, but after killing Yang Yi, he didn't feel relaxed at all. Instead, he felt heavy, and even an inexplicable sense of crisis arose in his mind.

"Dead, Yang Yi is also dead!"

In the distance, Mo Yan Wu Shang and Shi Ji on the Luo Yan Whale heaved a sigh of relief. Their hearts were filled with joy.

Yang Yi gave everyone too much pressure, so much so that it was as if a mountain was pressing down on their hearts. With Yang Yi around, no one dared to even breathe loudly.

"Master Shi and Yang Yi are both dead. We're saved …"

In the world inside the Luo Yan Whale, countless warriors were cheering. They were all shouting Zhuowen's name and praising Zhuowen's great achievements.

In particular, the Ryūka people in the world raised their heads and puffed out their chests. Their eyes were filled with extreme fanaticism and worship. This was because the person who had saved the Heavenly Armor Continent was their Ryūka hero. His name was Long Wen.

In the Ryūka, Long Tian and Jian Mu came side by side. The two of them had been in the Cang Dragon Palace all this time.

Later, Taoist Master Cang Long merged with Zhuowen's sea of consciousness and helped Zhuowen to become a Divine Realm expert. After that, Zhuowen used the Gate of Reincarnation to send him into the Luo Yan Whale's inner world.

"As expected of Master Long Wen. He single-handedly supported the entire Heavenly Armor Continent. He's the hero of the entire continent." Long Tian trembled with excitement.

Jian Mu was in a daze. After he woke up, he learned that Mu Chenxue was seriously injured and unconscious. He was numb as if he had lost his soul.

"I'm overthinking!"

Zhuowen shook his head. Immediately, he thought of Xiao Hei and Cheng Huang's sacrifice. His heart was filled with bitterness.

Although Yang Yi was dead, his old friend had passed away. He didn't have the slightest joy of victory.

At the same time, Zhuowen looked around, trying to find traces of the infant Devour. However, his expression changed slightly as he discovered that the infant Devour had disappeared without a trace.

The infant Devour had taken advantage of the battle between him and Yang Yi to escape. Obviously, the infant Devour had sensed that Zhuowen wasn't someone to be trifled with and had slipped away.

"Hmm?"

Suddenly, Zhuo Wen's brows furrowed slightly. He sensed two extremely terrifying auras that were currently rapidly approaching this side.

After sensing these two auras, Zhuowen's forehead was covered with cold sweat. His body trembled. He discovered that these two auras were too powerful.

"So strong. They're much stronger than Yang Yi …"

Zhuowen's face was pale. His Sea of Consciousness had transformed into a Divine Soul. Moreover, with the support of the Primordial Symbol Puppet's Origin Energy, his Divine Sense was much stronger than that of an ordinary Divine Realm expert. Therefore, he immediately sensed the two auras approaching.

At this moment, Zhuowen was really panicking. Even though he had the Sixth Sword, which could cause blood splashing in five steps, he still didn't have any chance of winning. He could feel the difference in quality between him and these two auras. No matter how he struggled, he would be defeated by these two auras.

"They're here!"

Zhuowen's body trembled. Immediately, his gaze fell on the distant starry sky. There, two figures in long robes were approaching step by step.

Although they looked like they were taking a leisurely stroll, each step covered a distance of hundreds of millions of meters. Zhuowen had never seen such a footwork before, but he could guess the name of this footwork.

"Ground Shrink …"