91: We should press our advantage and pursue the fleeing enemy to the bitter end.

White Blade and White Sword stood back to back, the broken saber and sword in their hands suddenly emitting a strange resonance.

Dark red blood light seeped from the fractured edges, seemingly attracted to each other as if alive.

The heavens and earth howled with chilling winds, and ghosts wailed and gods roared within the dark clouds.

"Big Brother, it's time!" White Sword bit his tongue, spitting a mouthful of vital blood onto the broken sword.

White Blade likewise cut his wrist, his blood soaking the broken saber.

The two damaged weapons slowly merged in the blood light, their saber and sword blades intertwining, transforming into a bizarre and ferocious-looking weapon.

Even more terrifying, two blurry figures appeared in the Void Realm—they were the Nascent Soul Incarnations of their "Nether Blade" and "Nether Sword"!

"Saber Sword Gale Slash!!" The two shouted in unison; this was not a simple superposition of energy, but a qualitative sublimation.

Saber Qi transformed into nine blood-colored Dragons, and Sword Qi condensed into seven silver streaks, intertwining to form a destructive storm over a hundred zhang in diameter.

Where the storm passed, space shattered, revealing Void Realm turbulence.

The ground was scraped away by several zhang of soil, and mountains within a hundred-li radius collapsed like sand piles before this power.

The power was so immense, it had reached the might of Ascension.

Facing this world-destroying blow, Zhang Ye merely snorted coldly.

He still maintained the most basic Military Body Boxing starting stance; as the saber and sword storm approached, his movements suddenly became preternaturally fast—bow stance punch, horse stance horizontal strike, snapping kick side thrust... every basic movement precisely struck the storm's weakest points.

An astonishing scene unfolded: the invincible saber and sword storm actually disintegrated under this most ordinary set of Military Body Boxing!

Zhang Ye's final straight punch directly shattered the fused weapon, and the aftershocks caused White Blade and White Sword to vomit blood, their internal organs dislocated.

"No... impossible..." White Sword slumped to the ground, his cloak soaked with his own blood.

White Blade's face was ashen; their combined ultimate skill, which had fused with the Nascent Soul of their previous life, was actually broken by a basic boxing technique.

At this moment, the two finally understood the gap between them and the man before them.

No longer caring about the dignity of a Cultivator, they scrambled away on all fours, leaving long blood trails in the mud.

The once high and mighty Cultivators were now as pathetic as stray dogs, only wishing to escape with their lives.

White Blade and White Sword let out a mournful wail: "Mother, save me!"

Dawn Moon stood in the air, her body radiating a light of Corruption.

She was already a Chosen One, and now, having seized half of the Chosen One's power from White Ember, her strength had reached the terrifying Realm of 1.5 Chosen Ones.

Behind her, nine snow-white tail stings unfurled, each containing world-destroying power.

"Nine-tailed Blade!" Dawn Moon coldly shouted, and the nine tail stings moved simultaneously.

In an instant, space was torn like thin paper into nine dark cracks.

These cracks rapidly expanded, forming nine bizarre Corrupted spaces that completely surrounded Zhang Ye.

Each space was filled with twisted Corruption power, and even the flow of time became chaotic.

Zhang Ye frowned slightly; this was the strongest opponent he had encountered.

Ordinary boxing techniques were like mud oxen entering the sea before these Corrupted spaces, completely unable to Breakthrough. The nine spaces simultaneously contracted, intending to crush Zhang Ye completely within this twisted Corrupted Void Realm.

"Soldiers fear no difficulty!" Zhang Ye became serious.

He slowly raised his right fist, and countless ethereal blue light patterns lit up on the surface of his gauntlet. These patterns flowed and intertwined, outlining a vast and precise runic matrix.

This was no ordinary weapon—this was the "Vibration Matrix" personally forged by the Dwarf King over twenty years, using a star core as a furnace and magma power as a hammer.

Embedded within the gauntlet were three hundred and sixty miniature runic cores, each containing enough energy to destroy a mountain.

Even more terrifying, this Divine Artifact perfectly fused with Zhang Ye's martial Dao will; the flowing runic trajectories were the materialized embodiment of his lifelong martial Dao cultivation.

The moment the runic matrix fully unfolded, the entire world fell silent.

This was the ultimate Fusion of martial Dao and technology, the perfect unity of physical strength and runic technology.

Fine black cracks appeared around Zhang Ye's fist, a precursor to space beginning to collapse under this immense power.

"Break!" With Zhang Ye's low roar, the space in front of his fist shattered like a mirror.

Countless spatial fragments were pulverized by the shockwave, revealing the dark nothingness behind.

This punch easily shattered the Corrupted spaces set up by Dawn Moon, and even tore open a thousand-zhang-long spatial rift in the real world. Violent Void Realm turbulence surged out from it, engulfing the Corrupted Legion within a hundred-li radius.

Taking advantage of the moment Zhang Ye was trapped by the tail blades, Dawn Moon quickly took out two bottles of strange green-glowing Corrupted liquid from her waist.

The liquid churned and boiled in the bottles, emitting a nauseating stench.

"Drink it!" Without allowing for argument, Dawn Moon pinched her two sons' chins, forcefully pouring the Corrupted liquid into their mouths.

White Blade and White Sword struggled painfully, making "gurgling" swallowing sounds in their throats.

As the liquid went down, their wounds healed at a visible rate, broken bones regenerated, and flesh peristalsis, but the price was their skin gradually turning an unhealthy bluish-gray, and their eyes becoming clouded with a murky mist.

However, even with their injuries healed, White Blade and White Sword trembled like frightened rabbits.

They watched Zhang Ye, who was tearing apart the Corrupted space in the distance, with terror, their legs uncontrollably giving out.

It was a primal fear, as if standing before them was not a human, but a primeval behemoth from ancient times.

Dawn Moon gritted her teeth, only now realizing she had made a fatal mistake—she should not have chosen the Longhan Kingdom as her target.

This seemingly backward country did not wield traditional magic, but rather a steam technology a hundred times more terrifying than magic!

The roaring machines, the spewing steam, and the weapons gleaming with cold metal light, all exceeded her understanding of human civilization.

"If only White Ember were here..." As this thought emerged, Dawn Moon shook her head in disgust.

That man who betrayed her, that disgusting thing, how could he be worthy of her thoughts?

But deep down, she had to admit that in terms of Corruption ability, White Ember was indeed superior to her.

"Your Majesty, what do we do now?" Light Fortress, the commander, dragged his broken body over with difficulty; half of his body had been blasted to a bloody pulp by the steam cannons.

Dawn Moon looked around; her carefully cultivated Corrupted Legion had already suffered heavy losses. Those immortal monsters were now nothing but shattered ashes.

She took a deep breath and made a decision: "Retreat! We need new recruits. Go find a human village and turn those ants into our warriors!"

Chen Xu saw Dawn Moon attempting to escape with the remaining Corrupted Legion.

He would not give them a chance.

The Great Man once told us!

"With the might of a victor, chase the fleeing foe, do not seek fame like the Hegemon!"

"All units! Chase them! Annihilate them all!!"