Possessed by my father, I was reborn and became the supreme ruler.

He sensed a powerful force approaching, and he knew a fierce battle was about to begin...

"Watch out!" Ye Yunjian suddenly pushed Lin Yao away, and at the same time, he also leaped away to dodge.

A phantom descends upon the world to decide life and death; victory ultimately usheres in the light of hope.

The enormous phantom emerged completely from the vortex. It was shaped like a mountain, blotting out the sky and obscuring the sun. Its specific appearance was unclear, except for a pair of scarlet eyes that gleamed eerily in the darkness, like a gaze from hell that sent chills down one's spine.

Ye Yunjian gripped the "Spirit-Gathering Sword" tightly in his hand, the blade emitting a low buzzing sound, as if responding to its master's fighting spirit.

His eyes were resolute, like a sharp sword drawn from its sheath, its edge fully revealed.

Lin Yao, Nie Hanshan, and Gu Ling also unleashed their magical weapons, ready for battle. The tense atmosphere reached its peak, and the air was thick with the smell of gunpowder.

"Everyone be careful, this illusion is extraordinary!" Ye Yunjian warned in a deep voice, his tone tinged with seriousness.

Before the words were finished, the phantom moved.

It suddenly raised a huge arm, and an invisible force swept towards everyone like a tidal wave.

This power carried a chilling aura, as if the air itself had solidified, making it difficult for everyone to breathe.

"I'll stop it!" Elder Xuanfeng shouted, and in a flash, he stood in front of everyone.

He formed a hand seal, and a golden light screen instantly formed, protecting everyone behind him.

An invisible force struck the golden light screen, producing a deafening roar.

The golden light curtain trembled violently, and its radiance dimmed.

Elder Xuanfeng groaned, spitting out a mouthful of blood, his body swaying precariously.

"Elder!" everyone exclaimed, their faces filled with worry.

Elder Xuanfeng, his face ashen, struggled to stay upright and stammered, "Quick...run...I'm no match for it..."

"Want to leave? Not so easy!" A chilling voice came from the phantom, like a demon from the deepest hell, sending shivers down one's spine.

The phantom raised its arm again, and another invisible force struck, its target Ye Yunjian...

Ye Yunjian's pupils contracted, and he swung his longsword out suddenly, unleashing a sharp sword aura that slashed towards her.

"Spirit-Gathering Sword Technique - Break!"

The sword energy collided with an invisible force, erupting in a dazzling light...

The light faded, but the phantom remained standing there, unharmed.

Ye Yunjian was forced back several steps, a trickle of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.

"How is this possible..." Ye Yunjian

At this moment, the phantom's crimson eyes suddenly fixed on Elder Xuanfeng, who was lying on the ground, and a strange black aura emanated from its body, enveloping Elder Xuanfeng...

"Not good!" Ye Yunjian exclaimed, "It wants to..." The black energy was like a maggot clinging to a bone, and it was about to devour Elder Xuanfeng.

Ye Yunjian's eyes were bloodshot, and a strong sense of anger and resentment welled up in his heart.

He felt as if he were destined to fight this phantom. In the darkness, a force was pulling him, making him understand that only by defeating it could he break free from this cage-like space.

His eyes were filled with determination, and he had only one thought in his mind: to fight to the death!

"Spiritual Sword Technique - Galaxy!" Ye Yunjian roared, his longsword shining brightly, and a dazzling sword aura, like a shooting star piercing the night sky, rushed straight towards the phantom.

Wherever the sword energy passed, space seemed to be torn apart, emitting sharp whistling sounds.

The sword energy struck the phantom fiercely, bursting forth with dazzling light that illuminated the entire space.

As the light faded, the phantom let out a mournful roar, its enormous body trembled violently, and its scarlet eyes dimmed.

"Now!" Ye Yunjian seized the opportunity and swung his sword again. Streams of sharp sword energy poured out like a storm, completely enveloping the phantom.

The phantom's roar grew weaker and weaker, and its body began to gradually disintegrate, turning into black fragments that drifted in the air.

However, just as the phantom was about to disappear completely, it suddenly let out a sharp screech, its body jerked violently, and a powerful surge of energy erupted from its body.

"Oh no! It's going to self-destruct!" Nie Hanshan exclaimed.

Ye Yunjian's face darkened, and with a wave of his longsword, a huge sword energy barrier instantly formed, protecting everyone behind him.

A deafening roar shook the entire space violently.

The shockwave from the explosion swept in, causing the sword energy barrier to tremble violently and creak under the strain.

Ye Yunjian gritted his teeth and did his best to maintain the sword energy barrier, with large beads of sweat rolling down his forehead.

After the explosion, the space returned to calm.

Ye Yunjian sheathed his sword, his face pale and his body trembling slightly.

He turned to look at everyone and saw that Nie Hanshan and Gu Ling were both injured and their faces were pale.

"Is everyone alright?" Ye Yunjian asked with concern.

"It's nothing, just a minor injury," Nie Hanshan waved his hand and said.

"Yunjian, look!" Gu Ling suddenly pointed ahead and exclaimed.

Ye Yunjian looked in the direction Gu Ling was pointing and saw that a radiant portal had appeared where the phantoms had previously been...

"Could it be..." A hint of surprise flashed in Ye Yunjian's eyes, "...that's the passage out of here?"

He stepped towards the portal, reached out and touched the light, and felt a warm power emanate from it...

"Wait..." Lin Yao's voice came from behind, her tone tinged with hesitation.

Lin Yao's slender fingers flew as she chanted incantations. A shimmering green halo appeared in her hand, slowly expanding until it enveloped Ye Yunjian and the others.

Soft light shone on everyone, a warm current flowed into their bodies, sweeping away their fatigue and quickly restoring their spiritual power.

Lin Yao had fine beads of sweat on her forehead and her face was slightly pale, but her eyes were firm and full of trust and encouragement.

Feeling this support, Ye Yunjian and the others felt a warmth in their hearts, and their fighting spirit soared even higher.

Ye Yunjian stared at the gradually crumbling illusion, when suddenly a flash of inspiration struck him.

He noticed that although the phantom was enormous and incredibly powerful, its attack methods were rather simplistic, seemingly relying solely on brute force.

Moreover, at the moment it launches an attack, a hint of hesitation always flashes in its scarlet eyes.

This slight hesitation is fleeting and easily overlooked if not carefully observed.

Ye Yunjian's heart skipped a beat. Could this be its weakness?

Thinking of this, Ye Yunjian took a deep breath and poured all his spiritual power into the Yunling Sword.

The sword emitted a dazzling light, and the humming sound became even more intense, as if responding to its master's determination.

He stared intently at the phantom, waiting for the perfect moment.

Just as the phantom raised its giant arm again, preparing to launch an attack, Ye Yunjian moved.

He flashed forward, rushing towards the phantom like a bolt of lightning.