I am a living immortal.

It's not just the Great Wilderness Sword Gate.

The other top sects all displayed their own unique abilities. For example, the Haori Immortal Sect, while lacking the same devotion to the sword as the Great Desolate Sword Sect, held only the sword in their sight, their sole aim being to deliver a single, exquisitely executed blow. They were enveloped in light and heat, each transformed into a tiny golden figure. The scene was even more reminiscent of the Golden Crow bloodline than the so-called Golden Crow bloodlines of the Great Xi Imperial Family.

These little suns made the surrounding air scorching hot.

Their attack was as brutal as their appearance, and light and heat occupied half the sky.

Seeing this scene, how could the members of the Daxi royal family fall behind?

However, they had a different style from the Haori Immortal Sect. If the Haori Immortal Sect's members transformed themselves into the sun, then the Great Xi Imperial Family, only the royal family carried the Golden Crow's bloodline, and only those with the Golden Crow's bloodline could become powerful within the Great Xi Imperial Family's deformed system.

It is no exaggeration to say that each of them is above one person and below ten thousand people.

How could such people engage in a fight like a reckless man? So they would use magical instruments, namely the treasure ships. These treasure ships were the weapons of these royal family members.

Under the operation of these royal members, these treasure ships quickly turned into artillery batteries, and the shells transformed from spiritual energy continued to fire.

For a moment, a flock of firebirds in the sky swooped down towards the mirage dragon like a mirage.

There were also various formations mixed in. The elders of Shangjing Sect had already arrived at their respective positions. They used themselves as the core or the gears of a large formation, forming small formations within the large formation. Beams of light lit up one after another, truly a continuous lineage.

These formations are even more exaggerated with the help of Xinghai Pavilion.

Even Shenlong had to admit that these people were perfectly coordinated. The floating mountain of Baima Mountain was used as the hub, connecting all the attacks in series and locking onto Shenlong, leaving him with nowhere to hide.

Under this coordination and these attacks, the Mirage Dragon seemed dwarfed. An ordinary person would undoubtedly feel insignificant when faced with these attacks. But the Mirage Dragon was no ordinary person.

He grinned, and the show began!!!

The coordination between the top sects was devastating, and they would do anything to defeat them. However, unlike the weak opponents in the past, this time they encountered a monster, a true monster.

All previous experience became insignificant in front of this monster.

They had participated in many battles, but none of them was as... hopeless as this one.

The sword light that they once prided themselves on being able to cut through everything did not even leave a white mark on the opponent's body, and even their own swords were broken.

“Hurry!! Get out of there!!”

On the battlefield, no one could tell who was from which sect, but they knew who their opponent was—the devil who strolled leisurely and reaped lives.

The voice was hoarse and raspy. However, his warning was still a step too late. A giant hand, formed from smoke, crushed a treasure ship from mid-air, yanking it down and slamming it heavily to the ground. The wreckage of the treasure ship crushed the elder of an unknown family on the ground into a pulp.

He thought these people must be from Shang Jingzong. Because before being smashed into a pulp, he saw them drawing a formation. Unfortunately, the formation was not fully formed, and the people were already dead.

And this attack was not targeted at them, they were just unlucky.

Yes, bad luck.

On such a cruel battlefield, even being touched by the aftermath can result in the loss of one's life.

"Don't be stunned! Protect the master!"

A flash of sword light flashed past, slicing a huge rock in half from nowhere. A sword-wielding young man warned coldly. The next moment, the young man rushed into the sky with the sword flashing.

He looked up and saw that the sky had changed without him noticing. The reflections of the stars were reflected in the sky. The headmaster of Shangjing Sect was supporting the Star Glory Formation.

And that devil would not take on this formation head-on like he did at the beginning, so he was rushing towards the headmaster of Shangjing Sect while dealing with the obstruction of the headmaster of Dahuang Jianmen.

“Snap!”

A drop of blood fell on his face. The swordsmen who had just filled the sky now fell like a flock of birds with broken wings. Those swordsmen in flowing white robes were no longer the same as before. Most of them didn't even have the courage to fall, and they turned into a bloody mist in mid-air.

This included the swordsman who had just saved his life. In the blink of an eye, he was slain without effect. He didn't even know whose bloody spot on his face belonged. The cruelty of war was laid bare before him.

However, war is always fair and unstoppable.

His moment of distraction was enough to kill him. The flying fireball struck his chest, a thumb-sized fragment piercing his precious robe, opening a gaping hole in his chest. Inertia pulled him backward, his life fading. But his vision began to blur, in his final moments.

He watched as the demon tore the stars in the sky to shreds. The sect leader, who had previously seemed unattainable to them, was also sent flying, just like him.

It's truly a hopeless war...

Everything went black, and then there was a dead silence. But the death of one or two people was of little consequence. The war continued unabated.

The six sect leaders had initially overestimated the Mirage Dragon. But when he took it seriously, they realized it wasn't an overestimation, but an underestimation. The godlike, demonic gesture of the Starry Array as it was torn apart was deeply imprinted in each of their minds.

The combined efforts of the six masters, coupled with the restraint of numerous elders and disciples, only managed to keep the situation from falling behind. This time, they had given it their all. Even their opponents couldn't convince themselves that their all-out efforts were merely serious efforts, nothing more.

The battle continues.

Mirage Dragon wasn't unscathed. However, compared to his injuries, the injuries sustained by the six sect leaders were far more serious. Several sect leaders were in a state of disarray, and most of the disciples and elders were killed or wounded in just half a day.

"Do you still want to fight?" Shenlong laughed. "Is it really worthwhile to sacrifice your disciples in this unwinnable battle?" Shenlong raised his hand, and a blood-stained sword came into his hand. The sword was stained with golden blood, his own blood.

This was a divine weapon, otherwise it would not have been able to injure him. However, after injuring him, his master was severely injured by a palm strike and was dying. If he did not receive treatment, he would definitely die.

The longsword in his hand trembled constantly, trying to break free from his grasp. The longsword possessed a spirit, which hardly indicated that this person was exceptionally gifted in the way of the sword. Not everyone could cultivate a spirit sword.