509: Chapter 509 Joining Forces to Trample and Kill Lu Yuan?

In fact, with every bead he flicked, he felt a fraction of his strength being drained.

Meanwhile, the other Golden Immortals of Daluo Heaven were also locked in a bitter struggle.

Huan Yan of the Celestial Demon Clan cast the "Traceless Grand Dream" illusion. With his hands pressed together and incantations murmuring from his lips, a purple mist spread outward with him at the center.

The mist carried a faint fragrance, seemingly harmless, yet it contained a lethal illusion.

Several Golden Immortals of Daluo Heaven with weaker willpower fell victim to it instantly.

At first, their eyes grew dull, and then they turned blood-red, like wild beasts driven to madness.

One of the Golden Immortals, named Wang Tianlong, suddenly spun around and thrust his sword viciously at his nearby companion.

"Old Ghost Wang! Have you lost your mind? Why are you attacking me?!"

The ambushed Golden Immortal dodged in embarrassment, shouting in a mixture of shock and anger.

But Wang Tianlong had completely lost his mind, roaring, "Kill! Kill you all!" He brandished his longsword like a madman, launching indiscriminate attacks at anyone who drew near.

"Set up the Formation! Quick, set up the Formation!"

A Golden Immortal from the Heavenly Secrets Sect hastily summoned several Formation Flags, attempting to trap his out-of-control sectmate.

But just then, another controlled Golden Immortal suddenly lunged from the side, his golden mace smashing viciously toward the first's back.

*Boom!*

Caught off guard, the Heavenly Secrets Sect Golden Immortal was sent flying, tumbling several times in the air before barely managing to stabilize himself.

The Daluo Heaven forces fell into complete disarray, clearly at a disadvantage, and there were even signs of casualties.

A Golden Immortal who was originally an Alchemist, being relatively weak, was caught in the shockwave of Acting Clan Leader Xue Kuang's battle. Half of his body exploded, and he fled backward, screaming in agony.

Another young Golden Immortal, who had only recently stepped into this Realm, was completely controlled by the Celestial Demon Clan's illusion. He detonated his own Lifebound Treasure, severely injuring three of his own sectmates.

"Jie jie jie... Can't hold on already?"

Ying Jue, a Golden Immortal of the Yaksha Clan who had been hiding in the shadows all along, saw Sect Master Fu Tianshu reveal a fatal opening, and a cruel green light flashed in his eyes.

The opening was tiny—merely Sect Master Fu Tianshu shifting his body slightly to the left while parrying Acting Clan Leader Xue Kuang's giant axe, exposing a brief gap at the back of his head.

But for an assassination expert like Ying Jue, it was more than enough.

"Die!"

Like a bodiless shadow, he silently penetrated Sect Master Fu Tianshu's protective sword astral qi.

His body seemed to merge into the Void Realm, without causing even the slightest ripple of energy.

The dagger in his hand gleamed coldly. Its highly toxic blade would cause even a Golden Immortal to perish within three breaths once it pierced the skin.

This strike was swift, precise, and ruthless!

Sect Master Fu Tianshu was currently suppressed by Acting Clan Leader Xue Kuang's giant axe, leaving him with absolutely no time to attend to anything else, not even enough time to react.

He could only feel a bone-chilling killing intent sweeping in from behind, yet he could not even turn around.

"My life is forfeit!" Sect Master Fu Tianshu cried out in despair in his heart. Right at this critical juncture...

"Impudent."

Atop the commander's high platform, the "Future Self," who had been watching coldly from the sidelines, finally moved. He slowly stood up from his throne.

Although he was merely an Incarnation, and possessed only seventy percent of the original Lu Yuan's combat power...

...that invincible Sword Intent, which towered above all living beings, instantly pierced through the entire starry battlefield!

It was a Sword Intent that made the Soul tremble—domineering, sharp, and overbearing, as if nothing in heaven and earth could withstand it.

All the Daluo Heaven Cultivators, including the soldiers of the Foreign Allied Forces, felt as if their hearts had been pierced by an invisible sharp sword, making even breathing difficult.

"One Sword Ten Thousand Ages... Break!"

The Future Self pinched his fingers together like a sword and slashed from afar toward the Void Realm behind Sect Master Fu Tianshu.

This strike was a simplified version of "One Sword Ten Thousand Ages." It lacked the terror of reversing time, possessing only the ultimate sharpness to sever all Karma and space!

*Chii!*

The sword light arrived first despite being launched later. It seemed to ignore the distance of space, appearing in front of Ying Jue the very instant it manifested.

Ying Jue's sure-kill thrust ground to a sudden halt, mere inches away from the back of Sect Master Fu Tianshu's head.

Feeling that terrifying Sword Intent, his pupils contracted violently.

It was an instinctive fear, as if he were facing not a mere sword light, but the Incarnation of death itself.

Immediately afterward...

With a crisp crack, the toxic dagger in Ying Jue's hand, along with his entire right arm, was severed cleanly at the root by an invisible sword light!

Blood sprayed out like a fountain, tracing a shocking line of crimson in the air.

Ying Jue's severed arm, still clutching the dagger, spun in the Void Realm as it slowly fell.

"Ah—!"

Ying Jue let out a shrill scream of agony as he was forced out of the Void Realm, clutching his severed arm as he retreated frantically.

His face was as pale as paper, veins bulging on his forehead as bean-sized drops of cold sweat rolled down continuously.

At the stump of his severed arm, a terrifying residual Sword Intent constantly eroded his wound, preventing it from healing.

"Lu Yuan has made his move!"

The eight foreign Golden Immortals all felt a chill in their hearts, yet a gleam of delight at their successful scheme flashed in their eyes.

Their goal was precisely to tie down Lu Yuan!

"Do it!"

Acting Clan Leader Xue Kuang roared, his voice carrying a penetrating power loud enough for everyone on the battlefield to hear clearly.

"Eight Extremes Demon-Suppressing Formation!"

The eight Late Stage Golden Immortals instantly abandoned their respective opponents. Their figures blurred as they positioned themselves according to the Eight Trigrams positions—Qian, Kun, Zhen, Xun, Kan, Li, Gen, and Dui—surrounding the Future Self tightly in the center.

Eight powerful Golden Immortal Laws soared into the sky, weaving into a massive black demonic net that completely locked down the Void Realm for tens of thousands of miles around.

Densely packed runes emerged upon the demonic net, each emitting an ominous aura.

Wherever the demonic net covered, space was squeezed and distorted, to the point where even light could not penetrate it.

"Lu Yuan, you'd better stay inside obediently!"

Acting Clan Leader Xue Kuang laughed triumphantly as he looked at the Future Self trapped within the Formation.

Forming hand seals, he continuously drove the power of the Formation. The black demonic net began to contract, tightening more and more as if to grind everything within the Formation into dust.

The Future Self's expression remained cold. Instead of rushing to break the Formation, he flipped his palm.

"myriad things mother qi cauldron, suppress."

The great cauldron flew out and hovered above the starry sky. This ancient, simple cauldron was mysterious yellow all over, its surface carved with countless profound runes and patterns.

Billions of wisps of Mysterious Yellow Primordial Qi cascaded down, like a torrential golden rain.

Every single wisp of Mysterious Yellow Primordial Qi exuded a heavy, steady aura that seemed to embrace all things.

This primordial qi not only stabilized the collapsing Void Realm around them, but also washed directly into the Seas of Consciousness of the Daluo Heaven Golden Immortals.

*Buzz—*

Under the washing of the Mysterious Yellow Primordial Qi, the Daluo Heaven Golden Immortals whose minds had been lost to the Celestial Demon illusion instantly regained their clarity.

The crimson in their eyes receded, and clarity was restored.

Wang Tianlong shuddered. Seeing that his sword had almost injured his own sectmate, a wave of lingering fear washed over him.