Chapter 305 The Thin Line of Life and Death

The night was dark. The campfire jumped between the broken stones in the wilderness, casting a swaying red light, like a dying candle, casting an ominous shadow on everyone’s face.

When Li Qingyun stood up again, the soldiers around him breathed a sigh of relief, but they did not dare to get too close.

They looked at him, their eyes filled with expectation but also deep fear – from his forehead to the side of his neck, the dark lines were like a poisonous snake, winding and moving, and every beat seemed to be telling of the end of the seal.

He coughed twice and looked around. He saw that the remaining soldiers and injured horses surrounding the camp were all on high alert, fearing that the outer gods would come back the next moment.

He also saw Mu Guiying and He Xiangu being injured one after another, but they still stayed by his side, struggling to hold on to the broken formation.

Li Qingyun felt sad, but he could only turn the bitterness into a faint sigh.

The seal on my chest was so tangled that it felt like a knife stabbing my heart, and every breath I took was painful.

He knew that he didn’t have much time left and would no longer be able to breathe peacefully.

If he were to be attacked by a strong enemy again, the “silence” in his body would probably break free from its chains completely.

Just at this moment, the sound of wooden clappers was heard in the distance, shrill and dull, like ominous drumbeats in the remaining night, and the soldiers were suddenly alert.

Someone climbed up the earthen rampart to look around, and saw the clouds in the sky twisting and the black fog rolling like a dancing dragon. Teams of monsters were approaching like a tide, and their momentum was far greater than before.

Mixed among those twisted outlines were figures from the Yuxu Palace in tall crowns and brocade robes, as well as countless dark purple lightning bolts across the sky.

The shouts and curses merged into one, causing the earth to shake.

Li Qingyun’s face suddenly turned stern, and the hand holding the hilt of the knife trembled again: the outer god came again, as if to push him to the extreme.

He subconsciously reached out and pressed the gray mark on the side of his neck, trying to smooth it out by force, but the mark seemed to have its own will, forcing its way into his skin, causing him even more pain.

The call of war from the outside world makes the game between his soul and “silence” continue to heat up. The illusion of the palace breaks into his mind from time to time, striking his nerves like a thorn.

“Qingyun, the Lord of the Dark Abyss is gathering his troops to attack again. We have no pass to defend.”

He Xiangu looked miserable. She looked anxiously at the gray shadow around Li Qingyun’s neck, but dared not say anything.

Mu Guiying stood sideways on the other side, and seeing Li Qingyun’s mixed breath, she frowned deeply:

“Qingyun, if you forcefully draw your sword again, the seal…”

She couldn’t say the rest of the words and could only silently watch the black tide gradually approaching the camp.

Li Qingyun had no way to avoid it, and he knew in his heart that this life-and-death situation had been anticipated.

If he didn’t hold on this time, the remaining troops in the army would be swallowed up by the monster in an instant;.

But if you resist, the seal will collapse immediately.

He held the scabbard tightly, breathing slowly, as if muttering to himself:

“Maybe it’s fate…”

After saying this, he looked up at the gloomy sky. Electric arcs flickered frequently, merging into the hideous smile of an Outer God, as if waiting for the moment when he would go crazy and completely play with the game.

Before he could think about it, the monsters came at him like a tide.

The devil’s shadow stepped through the night wind, and the smell of corpses, poison, and crazy howling attacked the camp directly.

The soldiers formed a battle formation and immediately engaged in an almost desperate struggle.

There were not many people to begin with, and there were frequent serious injuries. The opponents had terrifying appearances. Some had mouthparts that could spit out dark purple flames, and some had bone spurs dancing wildly, and when they rushed into the crowd, they caused blood to splatter.

In an instant, the ranks of human monks were in danger and wailing rose and fell.

Seeing the situation was critical, He Xiangu shouted and commanded the back row of bows and crossbows to fire at once, and ordered her personal guards to rush forward and hold on with all their might.

Mu Guiying and the rest of the troops launched repeated counterattacks, but this time there were too many monsters, and there were no less than several foreign god leaders, all of which were huge and ferocious, rarely seen in the past.

Everyone soon felt overwhelmed and looked at Li Qingyun, hoping that he would help save the front that was on the verge of collapse.

Li Qingyun remained where he was, struggling to suppress the blazing torture in his chest.

Looking from afar, he saw soldiers lying dead all over the ground and bone demons roaring and raging in the depths. If he didn’t draw his sword, this place would fall in an instant.

But he knew that once he unleashed his strongest sword power at this moment, the seal would inevitably collapse completely, and he would directly sacrifice his body to “Silence”.

But does he have a choice?
The strange tide had already rushed into the camp, and the remaining soldiers were just a weak wall of people.

“No more hesitation.”

As if he was sentencing himself, he clenched his knife tightly. Since there was no other way, even if Ji was on the verge of awakening, he could only defend it with his life.

Enduring the pain of blood and fire climbing into his heart, he bit his lower lip and pulled the knife out of the sheath.

Instantly, a golden-white flame shot out into the air, causing the surrounding air to explode.

But the pain also expanded immediately, and the gray lines on the sides of his neck crawled wildly, twisting like a poisonous snake, trying to swallow him whole.

In the sea of ​​consciousness, “Ji” let out a joyful roar:
“Hahaha, come on…”

Mu Guiying turned around and saw Li Qingyun drawing his sword. She was horrified, but also felt a glimmer of hope.

If he was willing to fight to the death, he might be able to drive back this wave of monsters.

He Xiangu also turned around and shouted:

“Qingyun——”

However, before he could finish his words, Li Qingyun leaped into the group of monsters. The golden and white sword energy exploded, and he chopped down nearly a hundred deformed monsters.

But at the moment when the knife’s light was at its strongest, he groaned and spat out a mouthful of black blood, and then his eyes flashed with a bit of madness, as if he had become extremely dangerous after the knife’s power was unleashed.

The soldiers shouted “Long live” and cheered for his powerful sword that turned the tide, but they suddenly felt his breath was strange, as if something was wrong.

Sure enough, Li Qingyun fell to the ground with blood choking on him. As he staggered, a gray light flashed in his eyes, and twisted dark lines appeared on the skin of his right arm.

The dark pattern quickly moved toward his shoulders and neck, casting half of his face in shadow.

“Ji”, who had been lurking in ambush deep in his sea of ​​consciousness, finally broke most of the seal’s shackles with the power of this knife, causing him to fall on the brink of going insane.

For a moment, he was still able to maintain his little sanity and rushed into the pile of monsters and continued to chop.

Each blow was extremely swift and fierce, as if he had unleashed a force even more terrifying than before.

Large numbers of monsters had their limbs torn off, wailing and blood flowing like a river.

But the more he chopped, the more pain he felt, and his mind seemed to be drawn into a whirlpool, as if Silence would take complete control of him at any moment.

The soldiers around were stunned.

The way he swung the sword was so violent that a deep hole was created in the ground with one blow. However, there was no trace of the coldness in his eyes as before, only brutal murderous intent.

He was almost injured by mistake when friendly forces got close to him. It was when Mu Guiying screamed that he suddenly put away his knife and paused for half a second, his eyes struggling.

However, monsters were still surrounding him, and Li Qingyun could not retreat.

After hesitating for half a second, he raised his sword and slashed at the evil beast rushing forward, moving like a mad dragon, but his body occasionally spasmed between the sword strokes, and the dark lines on the side of his neck expanded towards his heart at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Deep in the sea of ​​consciousness, the rumbling sound of the palace roof collapsing continued.

“Ji” watched him roaming around in the outside world and laughed coldly, as if he had grasped him in his palm, ready to smash the last spiritual pillar at any time.

The soldiers in the formation saw that Li Qingyun seemed half crazy, but no one dared to step forward.

He Xiangu wanted to yell at him several times to remind him not to kill too many people, but she was swept away by the turbulent current and could only watch from afar.

She vaguely felt that although Li Qingyun’s knife was ruthless, it was mixed with a trace of extremely twisted and cold aura that made people feel cold.

The feeling was not like a righteous and powerful man slaying evil, but more like a demonic god slaughtering others – there was no distinction between friend and foe.

Although the monsters were slaughtered on a large scale, they also surrounded more soldiers as they screamed and retreated.

The scene was in extreme chaos, with humans and demons stuck in a stalemate and screaming incessantly.

Li Qingyun glanced and saw that many of his brothers were pounced on and bitten to death, but what rose in his heart was indiscriminate rage, and he almost wanted to kill every living creature around him.

The smell of blood made “Ji” even more excited, pulling at his blood and making him likely to fall into true madness at any moment.

After a while, he suddenly realized that there was something wrong with the sword’s momentum. When he attacked, there was a dark energy wave radiating from the blade.

All lives swept by this energy wave, regardless of whether they were monsters or comrades, felt splitting headaches, and some even fell to the ground and convulsed.

In an instant, he shook violently: this power was not his own intention, it obviously belonged to “silence”.

If we continue to let it go, I’m afraid everything will become a sacrifice under the knife.

He hurriedly tried to put away his sword, but the seal had been completely broken and it was difficult to stop.

The knife should have obeyed his commands, but now it seemed to have a will of its own, slashing more and more wildly, almost out of control.

A shrill roar came out of his mouth:
“No… stop…”

But his body escaped the command of his brain and swung the knife rapidly, chopping off several demon wolves that were rushing towards him from the left, and also causing several soldiers to scream and roll over.

Mu Guiying was terrified by what she saw from a distance, and hurriedly ordered her subordinates to retreat farther away to avoid accidentally injuring more companions.

Thick gray fog swirled around Li Qingyun, as if he had become a half-human, half-god monster.

The soldiers were silent for a moment, not daring to approach him again, and their fighting spirit was greatly weakened.

But the foreign gods and monsters saw this and grinned fiercely, attacking the human formation with even more ferociousness, and waves of blood rose to the sky.

Li Qingyun wanted to go back to rescue, but he froze in place, and fell into a frenzy of struggle.

The “silence” in his body dominated the sword’s force, and his reason and will were oppressed to the brink of collapse.

“Qingyun——”

He Xiangu cried out in pain, but several flying monsters scratched her shoulders and made her miserable.

Mu Guiying was also restrained by the followers of the foreign gods and could not provide personal assistance. It was like a doomsday storm tearing the entire battlefield apart, and the human world was instantly in disarray.

This scene was undoubtedly the ending that the outer gods and Yuxu Palace had been looking forward to.

Li Qingyun’s obsession is plunging his own camp into despair.

With just a little more guidance, if “Silence” completely devours him, he will turn into a chaos troll, trampling on both humans and Outer Gods at will – such an ending is absurd, but it is enough to bury the three realms.

On a high wall in the distance, Guangchengzi and others grinned secretly, greedily waiting for the harvest of their bodies.

As long as Li Qingyun goes crazy, he can control the situation effortlessly.

Li Qingyun himself was also caught in a serious contradiction: he knew that continuing the sword dance would lead to disaster, but how easy was it to suppress it?

Where the seal was broken, the hall collapsed, and the shadows above the palace rolled wildly in the sea of ​​consciousness, roaring and roaring.

His soul’s cognition and body’s movements were split into two, his eyes were sometimes clear and sometimes hideous, and the crack was widening inch by inch.

“Don’t…don’t hurt your own people…”

He struggled in his heart, but found that the knife was out of control and slashed towards the nearest wailing soldier.

At the critical moment, he suddenly took half a step back and forced the blade to another place, but he collapsed a row of ruins, and bricks and stones flew everywhere, almost hitting more soldiers.

He roared in pain, bent over and knelt on the ground, but he was still unable to break free of the control of the gray fog over his limbs.

There were howls of resentment all around him, and his almost possessed state was causing even greater chaos on his side, so collapse of the formation was inevitable.

The Outer God monsters seized the opportunity and continued to assassinate the human team while slowly surrounding the battlefield.

The wind was filled with sticky blood, and broken limbs and armor were scattered all over the ground. Li Qingyun’s vision was also distorted wildly, as if every scene he looked at was filled with unspeakable malice.

He wanted to save her, but he was powerless because his body was no longer obedient and only a little bit of his sanity was holding on.

Deep in his sea of ​​consciousness, he could vaguely see the dark giant shadow spreading out countless tentacles and grinning:
“Let go. If I devour you, I can kill the outer gods and destroy this stupid mortal world. Since you are unwilling, I will use your body to destroy everything first, hahahaha…”

The dark laughter shook his brain and was like thunder in his ears.

He tried to resist hysterically, but his energy was drained time and time again, almost to the point of exhaustion.

Just when he was about to completely and forcefully take away his sword power, something strange happened on the external battlefield.

There seemed to be some powerful energy coming from afar, and the blood and wind were mixed with familiar training calls and fluttering flags.

He Xiangu and Mu Guiying both vaguely heard the neighing of war horses. When they turned around, they found another group of human reinforcements rushing towards them. Although there were not many of them, they were condensed into a sharp spear array, piercing directly behind the outer monsters, easing the battle situation.

The banner of the reinforcements clearly showed that they were from Yuxu Palace and were on the side of the human race. It also seemed as if there was unexpected help from the spiritual world. In short, a new change had emerged in the desperate situation.

The shrill horn sounded, temporarily dispersing the siege of the outer gods.

Li Qingyun heard the soldiers shouting, “Reinforcements have arrived, let’s take a step back and stabilize the formation.”

That hint of vitality was like a ray of light penetrating into his dark heart.

In the gray fog, “Silence” let out an unhappy growl, as if he didn’t want the situation for humans to improve.

But Li Qingyun regained some reason, and in this half second he gritted his teeth, thrust the knife deeply into the ground, and instantly activated the reverse flow of his internal force – only to block the meridians in his body. Even if his limbs were severely injured, he wanted to prevent “Ji” from continuing to control him.

The pain is indescribable.

Another puff of dark blood spurted out of his mouth, his face twitched and twisted, veins bulged on his arms, and with just one short move he injured his own meridians, but he also managed to temporarily suppress the crazy force of his sword.

The shadow in the palace was so angry that it shook countless bricks and stones, but he held on to his core consciousness and prevented it from taking over his body again.

Outsiders could only see that Li Qingyun seemed to go crazy and then suddenly stopped, and the gray mist on his body seemed to be forcibly frozen.

He was barely breathing and struggled for a while, but he did not swing his knife again, but instead sealed “Ji” in the line between life and death.

This lightning-fast struggle seemed extremely thrilling to outsiders.

Li Qingyun almost killed his own family members, but at the last moment he used cruel means to weaken the power of the knife, so that his whole body fell to the ground and trembled, as if fighting against an indescribable magic.

He Xiangu and the others were heartbroken when they saw this, but they were also secretly glad that at least he didn’t turn into a Chaos Devil and still had a bit of rationality left.

This gave everyone courage, and they gathered their forces again and fought hard against the outer gods.

With the sudden influx of reinforcements, the situation on the battlefield gradually changed.

The Lord of the Underworld sensed that the situation was not good, and after roaring twice, he hid in the crack in the sky again.

The immortal gods from Yuxu Palace also retreated a few steps, as if they were still waiting for Li Qingyun to be completely transformed into a demon before they could capture and kill him.

They were not in a hurry, as they knew he could go crazy at any time, and delaying this life-and-death situation was in their best interest.

Then the night wind howled, and the tide of monsters retreated again, leaving behind a patch of blood and silence on the severely injured human defense line.

Li Qingyun was still half-kneeling on the ground, with sweat and black blood all over the floor.

He raised his head, his eyes revealing pain but stubborn clarity. He supported his body and kept the tip of the knife pressed into the soil, as if it was a yoke to lock up “silence” and prevent it from wreaking havoc again.

Mu Guiying stepped forward quietly and put her hand on his shoulder. She felt the trembling and chill like a knife blade, but she could not speak and could only shed tears in her eyes.

Invisibly, his obsession with “silence” has expanded into an external resonance.

Seeing that he was half-demon yet still stubbornly suppressing his evil power, the entire army couldn’t help but feel awe and sadness in their hearts.

They originally thought that Li Qingyun would be defeated by his own evil nature and become a pawn of the enemy, but he actually used extreme methods to injure his own meridians to force the magic power back.

At that moment, his body seemed to be nailed by spikes, unable to move, but he maintained the final deterrent to the battle situation, making the Outer Gods temporarily afraid to set off another wave.

The mountains were silent, and while the remaining soldiers were gasping for breath, dark purple lightning arcs could be faintly seen flashing through the torn clouds in the eastern sky, indicating that the outer gods were still watching covetously.

But Li Qingyun’s breathing became more and more disordered, as if all his strength and time were exhausted.

The line between life and death is so tight that it is difficult to keep the seal going.

Although he did not completely lose control, he also lost the ability to move.

The worst thing is that the outer gods only need to wait until he is exhausted and then attack again, and the human world will be completely destroyed.

In this fragile balance, Mu Guiying asked the soldiers to protect Li Qingyun, but they all knew that this was just a drop in the bucket.

How long can he suppress it himself?
It is clear that the next roar of the Outer Gods is not far away. When the Lord of the Underworld comes again, can he still hold the line between life and death?
The dark night wind swept across the boundless bloody field. He Xiangu led the reinforcements to guard the periphery, but her expression was solemn.

If Li Qingyun cannot regain his sword power, the human race will not be able to resist the combined forces of the Outer Gods leader and Yuxu Palace.

At this moment, although he had the knife in his hand, he was like a useless person.

Once it explodes forcefully, the last rope of the seal will break instantly.

At that time, there was no Li Qingyun in the world anymore, only the ultimate demonic body of “Ji” incarnate remained.

Such a contradiction is the result of the interaction between the external war situation and the palace seal.

In this dead end, Li Qingyun could only barely maintain the connection between his mind and body, silently enduring unspeakable torture.

He did not have too many illusions in his heart. He just wanted to hold on for a moment. If the foreign gods did not come, perhaps he would still have a chance to find the gods of Yuxu Palace to break the formation and kill the foreign gods.

But if the other party comes again in an instant, he can only fight for the last moment with his soul, and life and death are decided by God.

Faintly, he seemed to hear the roar of the palace collapsing again, echoing repeatedly in the depths of his soul.

“Silence” is grinning:

“No matter how hard you try, you can only hold on like this. Let me see how you crawl in embarrassment. I can crush you at any time.”

The gray tide sound was boiling, causing his brain to buzz.

He smiled bitterly, unable to refute, and only gripped the hilt of the knife tightly, staring into the endless darkness, facing the unspeakable abyss.

The soldiers looked at him standing there alone, his back like a bloody wall. No one dared to get close to him, as if saying even a word would disrupt this fragile balance.

But everyone knows that this is just a weak barrier.

The Outer Gods may gather monsters and return in the next second, causing the world to be shaken and destroyed again.

By then, Li Qingyun will either explode or collapse. The prospect of such a dead end will make everyone feel as if they are standing on ice.

The night is long and the wind is strong.

Some of the wounded were groaning in their death throes in the distance, too weak to call for help.

From time to time, the low growls of monsters and the incantations of the Taoist priests of Yuxu Palace could be heard in the forest, circling in the sky.

That undoubtedly indicated that a new offensive was being prepared. He Xiangu quietly advised Li Qingyun to retreat to a safe area first. He was silent for a while, but still shook his head:
“There is no retreat.”

He just stared silently at the darkness ahead, as if staring at the oncoming torrent of fate, his face was firm but sad.

The soldiers stopped trying to persuade him and silently followed his choice.

This resonance, like a dark night resonating with the pain in his soul, prevented him from completely collapsing on the brink of life and death, and allowed him to gather his last bit of will to resist the complete collapse of the seal.

Perhaps, this is the strength that has supported him until now: the soldiers’ awe and concern for him, the people’s silent prayers from afar, and even some powerful people in the divine and spiritual worlds who are watching secretly, are waiting to see if Li Qingyun can survive the most dangerous situation.

At this moment, a blood-red light suddenly burst out from the other side of the deep mountain, illuminating half of the sky. Accompanied by a roar like a dragon’s roar, it was unknown whether the immortals of Yuxu Palace were performing some evil magic, or whether the outer gods had opened a new passage, the whole air was trembling.

Everyone became even more panicked upon hearing the sound, but Li Qingyun just closed his eyes and said nothing, as if he was making his final realization.

His body trembled slightly, and the grayness on his face lingered for a long time.

He Xiangu and Mu Guiying looked at each other, nodded slightly, and then led the troops to urgently mobilize the broken formation and prepare for battle. There were no more complaints. They had already put life and death aside. They only heard that the knife might be unsheathed again, but they didn’t know whether it would be salvation or disaster.

The dim moonlight flickered, making Li Qingyun’s eyes look slightly moist.

The palace in the sea of ​​consciousness is constantly collapsing and the seal is on the verge of breaking.

The outside world is waiting for the next big wave in this dead silence.

There was no applause, no cheers, only sad silence and blood.

Mu Guiying watched his back from a distance, biting her lip silently and wanting to cry, but she held it back.

She knew that this was the final juncture in the world’s precarious situation. He was about to embark on the true path of unity and separation. Whether he would become a god or perish, it all depended on this moment.

Such a line hangs over the heads of everyone.

Li Qingyun gently reached out to grasp the knife, but his fingertips were shaking and the scar on his soul made him unable to do so.

The torture of a knife stabbing in the chest makes the cruel smile of “Ji” emerge in the mind from time to time, but it is subtly interfered by the external resonance.

The hopes, sorrows, and guarding thoughts of countless people seemed to gather into tiny points of light, surrounding him and pulling at the “silence”. The two forces, one dark and one bright, tore him apart, making it impossible for him to sink completely, nor for him to be calm and at peace.

In the midst of pain and throbbing, he suddenly remembered the great wish he had made: as long as he had a breath left, he would protect this land and prevent gods and demons from trampling on it at will.

Now, he has the knife in his hand, but his heart is on the edge of a precipice – but that oath still supports him and prevents him from completely sinking into the shadows.

He secretly told himself: As long as there are people waiting for him to protect them, he should not let “silence” dominate his body.

The night wind howled miserably, as if foreshadowing the final fury to come.

The outer gods will surely charge again, but Li Qingyun is still struggling on the line between life and death.

There may also be fierce fighting on the border hundreds of miles away.

From time to time, terrifying light flashed in the cracks of the divine realm, as if responding to the suffering of the human world.

All things watched his struggle in silence. At this moment, he was shouldering not only the mission of the sword, but also the meager hope of the entire world.

There are no fancy words and no inspiring trumpets.

He just looked up at the bloody night sky, gently gripped the hilt of the knife, and after coughing up black blood, a hint of determination appeared on his face.

No matter how painful it is, he will hold on until the last moment. Maybe a miracle will happen at the critical moment and bury the Outer God and “Silence” together.

That was the most stubborn thought in his heart.

If we really want to put this world into despair, we have to step over his bloody knife.

At this moment of silence and chaos, lightning pierced the sky in the distance, and there was a thunderous roar, like a huge bell. Perhaps the Lord of the Underworld was crowned again, or perhaps the Jade Void Palace was sacrificing the last batch of souls.

No one knew what was going on, they just felt the ground beneath their feet begin to tremble again, the mountains and fields were so dull that it was hard to breathe.

The soldiers turned pale, seeing the disaster coming. But Li Qingyun raised his sword, straightened his slightly bent back, and with a half-gloomy face, he said to Mu Guiying in a deep voice:

“Lead the troops to be on alert and prepare for the final battle.”

She did not say anything, but just followed the orders. Everyone gathered back together, their spirits stretched to the limit again.

The dust in the air seemed to condense into murderous aura, enveloping the surroundings.

Li Qingyun took a deep breath, his sea of ​​consciousness was still shaking, but the expectations of the people outside surrounded him, making him barely maintain his sword heart and prevent the “silence” from erupting instantly.

Perhaps this is what is called destiny: seemingly insignificant, but guarding the last barrier on the edge of his soul.

He thought to himself: If all this is destined to be destroyed, then let the sword do its best for the people, and even death must be glorious.

Even if the palace collapsed, at least he did not go against his original intention.

The blood under my feet was sticky and smelly. The night was like a curtain about to fall, but the finale of that scene had not yet ended.

A slight buzzing sound came from the scabbard, as if the sword spirit was groaning in pain.

He gritted his teeth and endured it, but the pain all over his body made him conscious.

Perhaps this is fate: a thin line separates gods from demons, a battle between success and failure.

Only when the Outer Gods come again can he turn fate back to the right track, or fall into the abyss completely.

No one spoke. In the dead silence, He Xiangu, Mu Guiying and hundreds of soldiers stared at his tilted body. He stared into the dark clouds in the abyss. The upper half of his face was gray, but he was stunned by the half-light of the sword. It was a wonderful picture of shock and solemnity.

Perhaps in the next moment, the roar of monsters will cover the sky, and he will also summon the power of the sword in pain to completely break the seal of “silence”.

That moment is not far away.

But at this point between life and death, he briefly retained a bit of self-control to fight against endless despair.

The sound of horns could be heard faintly in the wind, like the shouting of soldiers in the distance, or like the eerie singing of Taoist gods casting spells.

There is nowhere to escape but to fight.

Darkness enveloped the earth, and the bloody lightning made his and everyone else’s shadows appear hideously and distorted.

Although external beliefs supported him and prevented him from falling immediately, they could collapse at any time.

Just like that, he took a step forward, dragging the broken blade towards the misty front.

That is a dangerous and dead end, but also the last hope to protect the three realms.

No one knows what the consequences will be, and no one can change his bloody, silent, yet determined back.

The crowd followed his footsteps, as if chasing a lone star into the dark night of the wilderness.

Dark purple surges appeared in the cracks in the sky, the Lord of the Nether Abyss looked coldly at the earth, the evil followers of Yuxu Palace were either hiding in the city corridors or laughing ghostly in the shadows.

The end of the huge conspiracy is just around the corner. Li Qingyun is carrying the remains of the seal and is in pain, but he still has to move forward against the tide.

At that moment, everyone’s heart was hanging on the edge of a knife, with only the whistling wind and gray silence in their ears, and no one knew what kind of horrifying change would happen in the next second.

This hopeless situation might not last long, but as long as he has a breath left, he will not give up.

The line between life and death was thus stretched tight, he and “Silence” fought each other inside and outside, and the outer gods were also preparing their strongest counterattack.

An extremely tense atmosphere quietly gathered between heaven and earth, as if every breath foreshadowed the next bloody flame that would engulf the earth.

The heart of the swordsman is like thunder, the heart of the devil is like the abyss, and the two are entangled with each other; he is only waiting for the outer gods to break the balance between dawn and darkness. By then, the seal will inevitably break, and there will be no retreat.

So he walked into the night, his figure becoming increasingly blurred, but the sound of the team’s footsteps echoed in this uninhabited wilderness, like a huge bell striking the soul.

The line between life and death stretched out into the endless dust, and the outside world’s resonance with him also reached its limit at this moment.

Everyone looked at him and followed him. Even though he was almost crazy, they were willing to follow this pillar of the human race and endure the doomsday storm together.

The night is silent, a few birds fly sadly over the distant mountains, and it is another silent night. No one can predict whether the sun can still illuminate all living beings, and whether he will fall into the god of chaos in the next sword flash.

Blood and decay blend into the night wind, like the thirsty cry of the earth.

Li Qingyun held the scabbard tightly and said to himself:

“No matter what, I can’t fall down before the end.”

This is his lasting oath, and also the final destiny given to him by the whole world.

In this endless dark night, he and “Silence” will eventually face off, either die together or guard against the will of heaven again.

Time pushes forward relentlessly, and what awaits them is the highest judgment stage of fate.

If the Outer Gods break through the air and attack again next time, the palace will collapse completely… At that time, he can either protect his heart and soul, or become an absolute nightmare. He has no choice.

The night is deep and the air is filled with dull depression.

It seemed as if thunder was rolling in the distance but it had not yet fallen, as if fate was watching with bated breath.

The soldiers’ footsteps were heavy, and the tip of Li Qingyun’s sword hit the ground from time to time, making a slight crisp sound, but it echoed in everyone’s heart, like the clanging of war drums or the sound of a funeral knell.

On the line between life and death, he will eventually use his sword and soul to complete the ultimate ending of this scene of union and separation.

No one can replace him. All that is left is blood and sweat soaking his black robe, leading step by step to the depths of the next night with no end in sight…

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(End of this chapter)