Crossing the Cultivation Realm: Two Souls Coexist

This sudden turn of events plunged the entire battlefield into a deathly silence.

When the blazing white sword energy, imbued with thirty years of cultivation, pierced through the air and arrived, Crow's pupils suddenly contracted.

At the critical moment of life and death, he let out a beast-like roar, frantically pouring all his spiritual power into his natal greatsword.

The sword instantly expanded, and the pitch-black demonic energy transformed into a tangible barrier. Countless twisted runes flowed across the sword, emitting a piercing shriek.

"Come on! I don't believe you old cod can kill me!"

The veins on Crow's arms bulged, and the ground beneath his feet cracked inch by inch under the immense pressure.

However, the moment the sword energy struck the blade, he realized what a decisive blow he was facing.

"boom--!"

A deafening explosion swept through the entire space.

The blazing sword light clashed violently with the pitch-black demonic energy, unleashing a dazzling halo.

Crow felt as if his arms had been thrown into a furnace, and his protective demonic energy was retreating step by step in the face of the pure sword intent.

What's most terrifying is the will contained within that sword energy—

That was a killing intent that incorporated all of one's life cultivation, all of one's life force, and even one's soul.

"I have nurtured this sword of the heart for a full thirty years."

Yan Bing's voice could be clearly heard in the turbulent energy vortex, calm yet carrying a chilling resolve.

"Gentlemen, witness me slay the demon today!"

The sword energy suddenly surged!

Crow was horrified to discover that his wrist was melting away at a visible speed, exposing his bare bones to the scorching sword light.

The greatsword that had accompanied him in battle for many years emitted a mournful cry, the runes on its blade shattered one after another, and spiderweb-like cracks spread rapidly.

"Do not--!"

Amidst the crow's desperate howl, the greatsword snapped in two with a loud "bang"!

Although the remaining sword energy had dimmed considerably, it still carried an indomitable sharpness, silently piercing through his body.

Time seemed to freeze at this moment.

Crow looked down at the thin line of blood on his chest, his face filled with disbelief.

The high temperature at the wound site caused the flesh to carbonize instantly, preventing even a single drop of blood from flowing out.

His eyes went from madness to blankness, and finally to deathly stillness.

The two halves of the body fell heavily to the ground with a dull thud.

At the same time, Yan Bing finally couldn't hold on any longer and fell backward.

The hole in his chest was shocking, and every breath he took was a hoarse, broken bellows-like sound.

Life was slipping away rapidly, and strangely enough, he felt no pain at all, only an unprecedented sense of ease and relief.

Another bolt of lightning streaked across the sky, and in a daze, he seemed to see his master and fellow disciples standing above the clouds, smiling and waving at him.

That was the warmest scene in his memory, the most beautiful sunset on Mengfeng Mountain.

"master……"

He forced a smile, his voice barely audible, "You... are you here to pick me up? I killed a late-stage Dust Realm cultivator... I made a profit..."

As he finished speaking, the surrounding darkness began to slowly dissipate.

The array space is disintegrating, revealing the sea, sky, and beach outside once again.

As the two corpses fell from the dissipating array, an eerie silence fell over the entire battlefield.

Butterfly's originally languid posture suddenly stiffened.

She stared in disbelief at the crow's body, neatly split in two, her red lips slightly parted, her knuckles white from clenching her fists.

Despite it being a bright and clear autumn day, she felt a chill run down her spine and up to her head, causing her to shiver involuntarily.

The demonic army on the sea fell into a deathly silence.

The monsters that were just moments before were now cowering and retreating.

The leading demon generals exchanged bewildered glances, their eyes filled with terror.

With their commander fallen, according to the rules of the Xin Clan, all their guards are doomed to die.

On the city wall, Feng Yichen suppressed his grief and made a decisive hand gesture.

A squad of soldiers immediately and silently slid down the city wall and, before the alien demons could react, quickly ran towards the beach.

They carefully lifted Yan Bing's body and gently placed his most treasured jade sword on his chest.

Every movement was extremely gentle, as if afraid of disturbing the old man's peaceful sleep.

When the troops retreated to the city wall and laid the bodies of Yan Bing and Han Ce side by side, the surviving defenders silently lowered their heads.

A young soldier couldn't help but sob softly, but quickly forced himself to hold it back; only his shoulders trembled slightly.

Another veteran silently took out his wine bag and slowly poured the clear wine in front of the two seniors.

The sea breeze howled as it swept over the city walls, swirling up a few withered leaves that rustled in the solemn silence, as if bidding farewell to the departed heroes.

On the distant horizon, the setting sun cast long, blood-red shadows on everyone.