Crossing the Cultivation Realm: Two Souls Coexist

The battle in the air has entered a white-hot stage. The aftermath of the confrontation between the powerful warriors in the Duanchen period is like a natural disaster. From time to time, hot energy flows or sharp sword energy splash out of control.

Fortunately, the main battlefield was located above the sea, and most of the deadly dissipated energy poured into the dense army of demons, causing screams and chaos.

Yan Bing did it on purpose. As he swung the jade sword, several sharp sword energies seemed to be blocked and deflected by his opponent.

In fact, it accurately shot into the densest part of the magic tide below, clearing a small area each time and slightly relieving the pressure on the ground defense line.

However, the fighting on the ground was still extremely brutal.

The beach had long been soaked with blood, turning into a dark red muddy land.

Human soldiers and demons fought hand-to-hand, with the sounds of swords clashing, roars, and screams ringing in the air.

Every moment, a person or demon fell, their lives harvested like grass. Fresh blood flowed into the sea, dyeing the water at the edge a glaring scarlet.

The waves continuously pushed up the deeper, lighter water, repeatedly washing over the piles of corpses on the beach, as if nature was trying to wash away the traces of this human tragedy.

Captain Lin Feng is now a cultivator at the peak of the late Nascent Soul stage. Holding a long sword, he charges left and right among the group of demons.

Ever since he was rescued from a critical injury and near death last time, he has been practicing harder than anyone else. His obsession with not wanting to watch his comrades sacrifice again has supported him in his breakthroughs.

However, the threshold of the Dust-Severing Period is like a chasm that can never be crossed.

The new team he led was like a sharp knife, tearing holes in the chaotic battlefield.

Every time the long sword thrust out and chopped, it accurately took the life of a demon.

The warm, smelly demonic blood flowed along the blood grooves on the sword to the hilt. The slippery and sticky touch made him frown.

Their efficient killing soon attracted the attention of the powerful demons.

Just as Lin Feng pulled the sword out of the chest of a demon, a sharp black blade light silently broke through the air and went straight to his heart!

The one who attacked was a demon in the Nascent Soul stage, and he killed him as soon as he met his opponent!

Lin Feng's old strength was exhausted, and his new strength had not yet emerged. He was about to be hit by the sword light -

"Don't think about it!"

A loud shout was heard, and a long iron spear flew from the flank like black lightning, accurately smashing the deadly blade and piercing deeply into the ground.

Deputy General Feng Yichen followed closely behind him as fast as the wind, grasped the spear with one hand and pulled it out suddenly, sweeping across the army!

The violent spear force slashed out like a crescent moon, and seven or eight low-level demons around were cut in half in an instant, clearing a blank area.

Feng Yichen was now in the late Nascent Soul stage. The disastrous defeat and severe injuries he suffered last time were both an indelible source of shame and motivation.

He was holding back his energy and vowed to take revenge on the demon!

At this moment, he and Lin Feng stood back to back, staring intently at the four alien demons in the Nascent Soul stage who surrounded them.

"Captain Lin, it seems we are being 'given special attention'." Feng Yichen grinned, his eyes blazing with fighting spirit.

"Just right! The team should disperse and support other brothers! Leave these to us!" Lin Feng shook his sword, shook off the devil blood on the sword, and was full of heroic spirit.

He signaled the team members to disperse and support the area where ordinary soldiers were under greater pressure, while he and Feng Yichen went to meet the four powerful demons.

The battle lasted from early morning to noon, more than three hours.

The sky had been completely covered by thick, lead-like clouds, and the light was as dim as dusk.

In the clouds, dull thunder rumbled and pale electric snakes moved from time to time, as if the sky could not bear to witness this purgatory-like scene and was accumulating tears of anger.

Crow, who had been quietly watching the battle, suddenly felt something in his heart. He looked up at the skyline behind the human military camp. The familiar and awe-inspiring breath was getting closer and closer.

He breathed a sigh of relief. The young master was about to arrive, and this prelude should be over.

He slowly raised his left hand, spread out his five fingers, and pressed lightly towards the void in front of him.

A teeth-grinding sound of space tearing was heard!

Wherever his fingers touched, the space shattered into pieces like fragile glass, revealing an irregular, pitch-black crack in the void!

An atmosphere of chaos and destruction emanated from the crack.

Then, Crow's hand reached into the crack, and when he withdrew his hand, he found a huge sword with an extremely hideous and strange shape in his hand!

The sword was nearly six feet long, and its entire body was a dark purple to black color that seemed to absorb light.

The strangest thing is that the sword body is not a single piece, but is composed of four blades that look like they were broken and forcibly welded together, with twisted metal scars at the joints.

On both sides of the sword, there are two blood grooves carved so deep that the bone can be seen, which almost run through the entire sword. A dark red light flows faintly in the grooves, as if they were full of blood.

The entire sword exuded a frightening and murderous aura. Just holding it in the hand made the air around it become sticky and oppressive.

"Nirvana..." Crow whispered the name of the sword, and his cold eyes instantly locked onto Li Yan, who was fighting fiercely with Owl in the air and temporarily had the upper hand.

It's time to clear the final obstacles for the young master's arrival.

Crow's legs bent slightly in the air, and the next moment, a circle of white sonic boom cloud suddenly exploded in the air beneath his feet!

His figure disappeared in an instant, at a speed so fast that it was beyond the limit of capture by the naked eye!

Almost at the same time, he appeared behind Li Yan like a ghost!

The greatsword of annihilation in his hand carried a breath of death that could tear everything apart, and he chopped it down heavily towards Li Yan's back without any fancy moves!

"Commander, be careful!" Yan Bing and Zheng Su exclaimed almost at the same time!

Li Yan was completely focused on dealing with Xiao's violent attack, and by the time he realized the fatal crisis behind him, it was already too late!

He could only barely cross the Mad Lion Boxing Gloves behind his back, while frantically circulating the protective Qi!

“Clang—Puff!”

The Great Sword of Annihilation first shattered the hastily condensed Qi, and then slashed fiercely on the Mad Lion Boxing Gloves!

The piercing sound of metal clashing was accompanied by the horrifying sound of bones cracking!

Li Yan was hit hard and a mouthful of blood spurted out. He flew forward like a kite with a broken string!

A horrific wound deep enough to see the bone appeared on his back, and blood instantly dyed his battle robe red!

"Commander Li!"

Yan Bing and Zheng Su's eyes were bloodshot, and they no longer cared about their opponents. They flashed and appeared beside Li Yan in an instant, protecting him on the left and right.

Yan Bing quickly took out the pill and stuffed it into Li Yan's mouth, while Zheng Su flicked his whisk and laid down a defensive talisman.

Li Yan's face was as pale as paper, and his whole body was shaking uncontrollably due to the severe pain.

That sword not only severely damaged his body, but also a strange destructive sword energy invaded his meridians, making it extremely difficult for him to even stand steadily.

Owl, Die and Ye also quickly broke free from the entanglement and gathered around Crow.

The four of them stood in the air, filled with demonic energy, staring coldly at the three embarrassed people opposite them.

The situation reversed instantly!

It was four against three, and the human team's leader was seriously injured, causing great damage to their combat effectiveness.

The shadow of despair, like a thick dark cloud in the sky, weighs heavily on the hearts of every human monk.

The sword of annihilation in Crow's hand, which exuded an ominous aura, made this despair become extremely cold and real.