Survival in the Mist: From a Dilapidated Wooden Hut to a Heavenly Palace in the Clouds

Hu Yan looked up and saw that it was Ye Ming's deputy—Lin Tianxing!

Lin Tianxing held a jet-black longsword, its blade covered in ancient runes, radiating a chilling aura. His gaze, sharp as a hawk's, fixed directly on Man Meng.

"Who do you think you are, daring to block my way?" Man Meng sneered, and swung his warhammer down, smashing it towards Lin Tianxing.

Lin Tianxing neither dodged nor evaded, but instead slashed out with his longsword, the blade light transforming into a black arc that collided with Man Meng's warhammer.

"boom--!"

The massive shockwave cracked the ground around them, but Lin Tianxing remained completely still. With a slight turn of his blade, he forced Man Meng's warhammer back half a step.

"Your strength is great, but your movements are too clumsy," Lin Tianxing said coldly, and suddenly swung his long sword, sending a black blade of energy straight toward Man Meng's chest.

"Damn it!" Man Meng roared, sweeping his warhammer to disperse the sword energy, but his expression became even more solemn.

Liya and Yi Xinghe's offensive gradually intensified.

"These people are really annoying." Lia frowned, and fired another poisoned needle, aiming straight for one of Ye Ming's elite warriors.

However, just as the poisoned needle was about to hit its target, a flash of silver light intercepted it.

"Who?" Lia's gaze turned cold as she turned to look.

A woman dressed in silver armor slowly walked over, holding a long sword that gleamed with cold light in her hand, her gaze icy and sharp.

"How could you mere rabble possibly shake Lord Ye Ming's team?" the woman said coldly, her voice as piercing as the cold wind.

"It's her!" Yi Xinghe's pupils contracted slightly, and his expression became serious.

“Silver Moon Sword Maiden—Su Qingying,” Lia said slowly, a cold smile playing on her lips. “It seems today’s battle will be even more interesting.”

Su Qingying said no more. With a wave of her longsword, the sword light, like moonlight, shone on Liya and Yi Xinghe, instantly forcing them back.

On the battlefield, the situation changed once again.

Meanwhile, in the center of the sky island, the battle between Ye Ming and Mo Ming continued.

"Ye Ming, your power is almost exhausted! There's no point in struggling anymore!" Mo Ming laughed loudly, and swung the Demon-Suppressing Sword in his hand again. The Purgatory Tribulation Fire transformed into a huge fire dragon and pounced towards Ye Ming.

Ye Ming's broken sword was covered in cracks, but his gaze grew even more resolute. He took a deep breath, and the spiritual power within his body surged wildly. The sword intent on the broken sword condensed once more, transforming into a radiant dragon shadow.

"Mo Ming, only the truly strong can protect their beliefs! This sword will be your end!" Ye Ming roared, and the broken sword transformed into a streak of light, heading towards the fiery dragon.

"Dragon Roar Sword Technique - Heavenly Annihilation Slash!"

The sword light collided with the fiery dragon in mid-air, unleashing a devastating energy storm. The entire sky island trembled violently under the impact of this force, as if it were about to collapse at any moment.

"boom--!"

A massive explosion resounded through the sky, sending Ye Ming and Mo Ming flying simultaneously. However, as the dust settled, Ye Ming remained standing, while Mo Ming's demon-suppressing sword was broken, and he was kneeling on the ground, coughing up blood.

"This... is impossible..." Mo Ming's voice trembled, his eyes filled with disbelief.

Ye Ming slowly walked towards Mo Ming, his broken sword pointing at his throat: "Mo Ming, you have lost this battle."

Ye Ming's broken sword was pointed at Mo Ming's throat, his eyes as sharp as knives, his aura as oppressive as a mountain. However, just as he was about to end the fight, a strange smile suddenly appeared on Mo Ming's lips.

"Loss?" Mo Ming chuckled softly, his voice hoarse and chilling. "Ye Ming, you think this is my limit?"

Ye Ming frowned slightly, sensing an uneasy aura emanating from Mo Ming.

"You've only forced me to reveal my trump card." Mo Ming raised his head, his eyes burning with a mad flame. He slammed his palm against his chest, and the infernal flames on the Demon-Suppressing Sword instantly surged, engulfing his entire body.

"Purgatory, Flame Emperor!"

With a roar, Mo Ming's body was completely engulfed by the infernal flames, transforming into a phantom of a Flame Emperor burning with raging flames. The phantom was ten zhang tall, clad in flame armor, its eyes like two burning suns, radiating a destructive pressure.

"Ye Ming, feel despair!" Mo Ming's voice rang out from the illusory image of the Flame Emperor, as powerful as thunder. He raised the Demon-Suppressing Sword in his hand, and the cracks on the sword were rapidly healed by the flames, becoming even more intense.

Ye Ming gritted his teeth, and the sword intent on the broken sword frantically condensed, but the spiritual power in his body was almost exhausted, and the injuries on his body also made it difficult for him to withstand a higher intensity of combat.

"Mo Ming, even if you transform into the Flame Emperor, so what!?" Ye Ming roared, his broken sword transforming into a dragon shadow, rushing straight towards Mo Ming.

However, Mo Ming merely sneered, raised his hand, and the Purgatory Tribulation Flame transformed into a barrier of flames, completely engulfing Ye Ming's attack.

"Too weak, Ye Ming!" Mo Ming's voice was full of disdain. His figure flashed and he appeared in front of Ye Ming in an instant, the Demon-Suppressing Sword slashing down with earth-shattering power.

"boom--!"

Ye Ming barely managed to block the attack with his broken sword, but the powerful impact sent him flying dozens of feet away, crashing heavily to the ground and spitting out a mouthful of blood.

"Lord Ye Ming!" Su Qingying and Lin Tianxing exclaimed in the distance, but they were entangled with their respective opponents and could not break free to help.

Ye Ming struggled to his feet. The broken sword was riddled with cracks and could shatter at any moment. His gaze remained resolute, but his physical weakness prevented him from unleashing any greater power.

“It’s over, Ye Ming!” Mo Ming raised his hand, and the Purgatory Flame on the Demon-Suppressing Sword transformed into a huge fireball, hovering in the air and radiating a destructive aura.

"Titan - Sky Cannon!"

With a roar from Mo Ming, the enormous fireball shot out, transforming into a blazing pillar of fire that hurtled straight towards Ye Ming. Wherever the pillar passed, space itself was distorted and burned, as if even heaven and earth could not withstand its power.

Ye Ming took a deep breath, and the sword intent on his broken sword condensed once more, but he was powerless to withstand this devastating attack. His gaze swept across the battlefield, and seeing every team member fighting with all their might, a trace of unwillingness appeared in his eyes.

"Is this... the end?" Ye Ming murmured, a hint of pain flashing in his eyes.

The pillar of flames closed in instantly. Ye Ming gritted his teeth and swung his sword one last time. The remaining sword intent of the Dragon Roar Sword Technique transformed into a beam of light, meeting the devastating attack head-on.

"boom--!"

A massive explosion resounded through the sky, and a pillar of flame completely engulfed Ye Ming's sword intent before slamming into him. Ye Ming's figure was consumed by the flames and crashed heavily to the ground, his fate unknown.

The battlefield fell into a deathly silence.

Mo Ming slowly emerged from the flames, the Hellfire still blazing fiercely on the Demon-Suppressing Sword. His gaze swept across the surroundings, a victorious smile on his face.