1247: Chapter 1247 The Ten Strong Suppressions, Unyielding Spirit

Tian Han roared, and the icy blue extreme cold Qi erupted, transforming into a sky full of ice spears that shot toward Luo Xiu!

Yu Qianhuan struck at the same time; countless snow-white feathers drifted from the wings on his back, transforming into a rain of blades that swept toward Luo Xiu!

Although Lu Hongyuan and the other seven did not know the origin of these two, the enemy of an enemy is a friend.

They exchanged a glance, simultaneously unleashed their full power, and lunged forward once more!

Ten Peak Fifth-Stage experts—no, with the addition of Tian Han and Yu Qianhuan, it was now ten Fifth-Stage Limit experts, all besieging Luo Xiu alone!

The Void Realm shattered once again.

Ten figures and ten world-destroying attacks slammed into Luo Xiu simultaneously!

Tian Han's sky-filling ice spears arrived first; each spear carried the extreme cold power capable of freezing the Soul, with icy blue runes dancing wildly on the shafts. Wherever they passed, the Void Realm was frozen into fine ice crystals.

Yu Qianhuan's feathers followed closely behind. Countless snow-white feathers, like the scythes of the Grim Reaper, were silent yet incomparably sharp, sealing off all of Luo Xiu's retreat paths from every direction.

Lu Hongyuan's long saber slashed out a hundred-foot blade glow, with golden runes flowing along the edge.

Sect Master Tuoba Shanyue's fists pressed down like two mountains, his Indestructible Earth Body power pushed to its limit.

Yang Wuji's fire Phoenix condensed once more, its crimson flames burning everything to ash. Even though the efficacy of the Phoenix Nirvana pill had begun to fade, he continued to burn his final essence blood.

Marshal Heiman's long saber appeared silently, thrusting from the Void Realm to strike directly at Luo Xiu's heart.

Lin Qingfeng's palm print transformed into an inescapable net, with golden characters acting like chains, attempting to Seal Luo Xiu's movements.

Youying's Ghostly Soul Pierce struck directly at Luo Xiu's Divine Soul, the ghostly green light eerie and unpredictable.

Shen Xingyuan's starlight pillar descended from the sky, its brilliant radiance destroying everything.

Tie Kuang's giant axe cleaved down, the blood-red axe glow tearing through the Void Realm; even though the giant axe was covered in cracks, his offensive remained as violent as ever.

Ten attacks from ten directions completely sealed off all of Luo Xiu's escape routes!

Luo Xiu stood in the Void Realm; his severed arm had regrown, and his armor of gods and demons had covered him again, but the newly formed arm and armor were clearly not as sturdy as before.

Blood was still seeping from the wound on his right chest, and the dozens of scars on his body were shocking to behold, with dark golden blood soaking his black robe.

Yet, in his heterochromatic eyes, there was no fear—only Battle Intent, a pure, wild, and almost paranoid Battle Intent.

"Well come!"

He let out a low shout, and the God-Demon Flame erupted violently, dark golden flames soaring into the sky and enveloping his entire body.

He did not retreat, but instead met the ten attacks head-on, throwing a punch with ferocity!

"Boom!!!"

The dark golden fist glow collided with the ten attacks simultaneously; the thunderous sound shook the heavens, and the entire Void Realm trembled.

The shockwave swept outward like a tsunami, shattering the Void Realm for tens of thousands of miles, turning countless meteorites into dust, and causing the distant, already cracked planets to shatter into pieces!

Luo Xiu was knocked back several dozen yards, spitting out a mouthful of dark golden blood.

His right arm bore several wounds pierced by ice spears, his left shoulder had a deep, bone-exposing bloody gash from the feathers, and his chest had a hideous rift slashed by the blade glow.

Even with all his might, he could not escape unscathed from the combined strike of ten Peak experts.

But he had blocked it.

The full-force strike of ten Fifth-Stage Limit experts—he had blocked it.

Tian Han's expression shifted slightly, icy flames dancing in his eyes.

He had assumed that even if this strike couldn't kill Luo Xiu, it would be enough to severely wound him—yet he hadn't expected that Luo Xiu would only retreat a few dozen yards, spit out a mouthful of blood, and stabilize his footing.

"His Physical Body..."

Tian Han muttered in a low voice, a trace of wariness flashing in his eyes, "It is stronger than it was back then."

Yu Qianhuan did not speak, but he gripped the feathers in his hand even tighter.

His pure white eyes stared fixedly at Luo Xiu, a cold killing intent flashing in his gaze.

Lu Hongyuan and the other eight were similarly shaken.

They had fought Luo Xiu for who knows how many days and nights, thinking they had figured out his limits—but they hadn't expected that even while heavily injured and having just regrown his arm, he could still withstand the combined strike of ten people.

"If this demon is not eliminated, the future troubles will be endless!" Lu Hongyuan gritted his teeth, holding his long saber high, "Continue the attack!"

The ten exchanged glances and lunged forward once more!

This time, their coordination was even more tacit, and their offensive was even sharper.

Tian Han's extreme cold power and Yang Wuji's flame power worked in tandem, creating a dual world of ice and fire that made it difficult for Luo Xiu's God-Demon Flame to handle both.

Yu Qianhuan's rain of feather blades and Marshal Heiman's shadow assassination echoed each other, launching attacks simultaneously from both visible and hidden directions.

Lu Hongyuan coordinated from the center, Sect Master Tuoba Shanyue resisted head-on, Lin Qingfeng and Shen Xingyuan provided Seals from the sides, and Youying and Tie Kuang waited for opportunities to launch sneak attacks.

The ten people were like a more precise killing machine, suppressing Luo Xiu tightly!

Luo Xiu's pressure increased manifold.

On his body, the wounds grew more numerous.

His right arm had three bloody holes pierced by ice spears, his left leg had a deep, bone-exposing wound from the feathers, his back had a hideous rift slashed by Marshal Heiman's long saber, and his chest had a bloody gash cleaved by Tie Kuang's giant axe.

The healing speed of the armor of gods and demons could no longer keep up with the rate of injury, and dark golden blood gushed out continuously, transforming into mists of blood in the Void Realm.

A wild light danced in his heterochromatic eyes, the God-Demon Flame burned fiercely around him, and every punch he threw carried the power to destroy everything.

He punched Sect Master Tuoba Shanyue back, kicked Yang Wuji away, shattered Marshal Heiman's long saber with a backhanded palm strike, and spun around to elbow Lin Qingfeng away.

But Tian Han's ice spear pierced him again, leaving a bloody hole in his shoulder; Yu Qianhuan's feathers swept past again, leaving a bloody gash on his back; Lu Hongyuan's long saber slashed down again, leaving a wound under his ribs.

Besieged by ten people, although Luo Xiu was fierce, he could no longer maneuver against them as he had previously done with eight.

His movements began to slow, his breathing became ragged, and his God-Demon Flame began to dim—his stamina was being exhausted bit by bit.

Yet he still did not fall.

He was like a fierce tiger besieged by a pack of wolves; although covered in wounds and dripping with blood, his fangs remained sharp, and his claws remained lethal.

Every time he threw a punch, someone was knocked back; every time he roared, it struck fear into the hearts of the ten.