393: Chapter 393 Resurrection (11)

Inside the Blood Fiend Battlefield, the atmosphere was heavy.

The temporary captain of the Heavenly Sword Sect team, that Innate Sword Saint Body Genius, analyzed their current desperate situation with a pale face.

They were outnumbered; a direct confrontation was no different from hitting a rock with an egg.

Finally, he proposed the only feasible, yet incredibly tragic, strategy.

"Split up."

"The ten of us will fight our own battles to distract the enemy as much as possible. As long as one person can get out with the Token, we win."

Everyone present understood that this was a calm acceptance of a near-certain death.

"Fine!"

"Let's do it!"

No one flinched.

They looked at each other, their eyes filled not with fear, but with a sense of determination.

"Fellow Senior and Junior Brothers, if there is a next life, let's be in the same Sect again!"

"Take care!"

The simple farewell was filled with a tragic heroism, like the cold wind over the Yi River.

Zhu Wen walked to Wang Yun's side, full of worry:

"Brother Yun, stay close to me. I will do my best to keep you safe."

In his view, Wang Yun, who had the lowest cultivation, had the slimmest hope of survival.

Wang Yun just looked at him calmly, shook his head slightly, and said nothing more.

In the next moment, ten figures scattered in ten different directions, disappearing into the blood-colored mist.

Wang Yun walked alone, calmly traversing the desolate land.

He didn't hide; instead, it was as if he were taking a stroll.

"Heart Heavy Pupils, open."

Deep within his eyes, the sun and moon rotated.

His gaze pierced through layers of obstacles, instantly locking onto the location of the Token.

When he reached a Blood-Colored Canyon, two Heavenly King Hall Disciples flashed out, blocking his path.

"Oh, talk about good luck, running into a straggler."

"Is this that trash from the Heavenly Sword Sect who's just here to make up the numbers? Hahaha, this is truly effortless."

The two of them were extremely insulting, as if Wang Yun were already meat on a chopping block.

Wang Yun didn't stop; he didn't even give them a glance.

This extreme disregard completely infuriated the two.

"You're looking for death!"

One of them shouted angrily and summoned a Magic Treasure, which glowed with golden light.

However, while his Move was still brewing and the cruel smile on his face hadn't faded, there was no 'afterwards'.

An invisible force swept past, and those two Heavenly King Hall prodigies were completely erased from this world, their souls and bodies utterly destroyed.

Wang Yun's footsteps didn't pause in the slightest as he continued forward... At the heart of the battlefield, on an ancient altar.

Zhu Wen was covered in blood, one arm severed at the shoulder, and a shocking blood hole through his chest was visible.

He knelt on one knee, his remaining left hand tightly gripping a square Dharma Seal.

That was the Token for this time.

Seven or eight corpses lay around him, and at this moment, he was surrounded by over a dozen Disciples from various Sects.

"Zhu Wen, I respect you as a man."

The leading Ziyang Sacred Land Prodigy said coldly, "Hand over the Token, and I'll give you a quick death."

Zhu Wen looked up and spat out a mouthful of blood, a trace of a crazed smile appearing on his face.

He looked at the Dharma Seal in his hand, a resolute thought forming in his mind.

If the Token were destroyed, would the bet no longer hold?

"You want it?"

Zhu Wen's voice was hoarse, "Then come with me on the road to the afterlife!"

As his voice fell, all the remaining spiritual energy in his body, along with his Divine Soul and flesh, began to burn in reverse in a terrifying manner.

A destructive aura erupted.

"Not good! He's going to self-detonate!"

"Madman! Retreat quickly!"

The faces of the people attacking him changed drastically, and they retreated frantically.

Zhu Wen's expression was calm as he prepared to meet his final end.

However, at the very moment the self-detonation was about to reach its peak, a ghost-like black shadow swept past him from behind at an incredible speed.

Puchi.

A sharp pain came from the back of his heart, and the reversing self-detonation energy was instantly interrupted. The violent power recoiled, exploding wildly within him and destroying all his life force.

He violently spat out a large mouthful of blood mixed with fragments of internal organs, his body falling heavily forward, and his hand that was gripping the Token went limp.

Before he fell, a hand deftly caught the Dharma Seal.

"Fool, you thought you could disappear with it? How naive."

A voice full of sarcasm rang out.

Zhu Wen struggled to look up. In his blurred vision, he only saw a man dressed in black, playing with the Token he had protected with his life.

It was a Disciple from the Primordial Holy Land, famous for his speed and sneak attacks.

The process of self-detonation was irreversible; even though it was interrupted, his life force was rapidly fading.

Seeing this, the surrounding crowd who had retreated showed cruel pleasure in their eyes.

"Kill him!"

Over a dozen divine abilities filled with killing intent once again blasted towards the flickering figure in the center of the altar.

Zhu Wen had no reaction to any of this.

His eyes, which were gradually losing their luster, were fixed solely and intensely on the Token in the black-clothed man's hand.

That was the hope of the Heavenly Sword Sect and his final obsession.

The black-clothed man looked at his desperate and unwilling eyes, the mockery at the corner of his mouth deepening:

"Don't look, it's mine now. You can die in peace."

Just as those dozen or so killing Moves were about to completely submerge Zhu Wen.

A figure in white appeared in front of Zhu Wen without any warning.

Those world-destroying divine abilities dissipated into thin air three feet away from him, turning into flecks of spiritual light.

The smile on the black-clothed man's face froze. He looked down in horror, finding his hand empty.

The Token had already disappeared.

He looked up sharply and saw the Dharma Seal quietly floating in the palm of the man in white.

Wang Yun appeared.

He ignored the surrounding enemies, simply turning around to look at Zhu Wen, whose life was about to end in a pool of blood. He extended a finger and lightly tapped his forehead.

A gentle yet vast power, filled with immortality, was slowly injected into Zhu Wen's body.

The wildly raging aftermath of the self-detonation was instantly smoothed out, and the Divine Soul that was about to dissipate was reconsolidated.

Zhu Wen's consciousness was forcibly pulled back from the eternal darkness.

"Yun... Brother Yun..."

Wang Yun didn't respond; he just slowly raised his other hand.

A calm yet incredibly clear voice echoed through every corner of the Blood Fiend Battlefield.

"Heavenly Sword Sect, Yun. The Token is here."

"If you want it, come and get it."

...Somewhere on the battlefield, a Heavenly Sword Sect Disciple was being attacked by three enemies. He was in a precarious situation and seemed about to perish.

Just as he was in despair, Wang Yun's voice came through.

Those three enemies chasing him almost without hesitation immediately gave up on their easy prey and turned into three streaks of light, racing frantically toward the altar.

The Heavenly Sword Sect Disciple slumped to the ground, gasping for air, his face filled with the relief of surviving a disaster and a deep sense of confusion.

Similar scenes played out in every corner of the battlefield.

After hearing that announcement, all the Disciples from every Sect gathered from all directions toward the ancient altar.

On the ancient altar.

Zhu Wen looked at Wang Yun, his eyes full of incomprehension and anxiety.

"Brother Yun! Why did you do that? You've exposed yourself; they'll all come here!"

Wang Yun didn't answer.

Soon, streaks of light appeared from the horizon, landing around the altar.

Dozens of prodigies from various sects surrounded Wang Yun.， His face was filled with ecstatic joy and a look of utter disbelief, as if he were a complete idiot..

"Hahaha! Has this kid lost his mind? He actually delivered himself to our doorstep!"

"Let's go together and chop him into mincemeat!"

Amidst the collective mockery, dozens of top prodigies attacked simultaneously.

Multicolored divine abilities submerged toward Wang Yun.

A trace of expression finally appeared on Wang Yun's face.

It was annoyance.

He lightly raised his eyelids and calmly spat out two words.

"Noisy."

The moment his voice fell, an invisible Domain suddenly expanded.

All divine abilities and Magic Treasures that entered the Domain instantly became still and then dissipated into nothingness.

All the prodigies who rushed into the Domain froze at the same time, unable to Move, their eyes filled with endless fear.

Wang Yun's figure moved.

He took a step forward, appeared in front of a Heavenly King Hall Prodigy, and threw a simple punch.

Bang!

All the defenses on that Prodigy's body shattered like paper.

His Physical Body, along with his Divine Soul, was turned into a mist of blood by this one punch.

One punch.

Another punch.

Wang Yun's figure flickered across the altar. Every time he struck, a Prodigy was inevitably and completely obliterated by the purest form of violence.

This was a one-sided slaughter.

In less than the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, dozens of prodigies were slaughtered to the last man by Wang Yun alone.

Only a few people, who were too far away and scared out of their wits by this hellish scene, screamed as they burned their essence blood to flee in a pathetic state.

On the altar, blood flowed like a river.

Wang Yun stood amidst the mountain of corpses and sea of blood, his white clothes still pristine and untainted by a single speck of dust.

He retracted his Domain, casually tossed the Token to Zhu Wen, whose mind was already blank, and then turned to walk toward the exit of the battlefield... Outside the Blood Fiend Battlefield.

The Elders of the Heavenly King Hall and other Sects were still chatting and laughing, while the Heavenly Sword Sect side was deathly silent.

At that moment, the Teleportation Array lit up.

"Hahaha, they're coming out!"

The Venerable Elder of the Heavenly King Hall laughed out loud.

However, as the light faded, only one blood-soaked and despondent Disciple walked out.

The Elder's smile froze on his face.

Following that, the Teleportation Arrays of other Sects also lit up one after another, and those who walked out were all one or two survivors who had been scared out of their wits.

Then the Heavenly Sword Sect's Teleportation Array lit up, and ten figures walked out unharmed.

Leading them was Wang Yun, who was still playing with the Token in his hand.

The scene was dead silent.

"What happened?"

The Saint of the Heavenly King Hall grabbed his Sect's surviving Disciple and questioned him sharply.

The Disciple trembled violently, his eyes vacant, repeatedly murmuring only two words.

"human butcher..."

"It's the human butcher..."