Chapter 993: The Sword God's Return

Within a radius of several hundred meters, the earth sank and soil and rocks hung suspended in the air, condensing into pillars of rock that, like roaming dragons, twisted and closed in, leaving not a single gap for the group to escape!

The overwhelming rocks were refined by Zhang Quyan's skill using secret techniques, making them even stronger and harder to destroy; they could even be used as reinforcement stones to upgrade equipment!

Being able to create reinforcement stones in batches showed just how peak his cultivation was.

The seventh-turn pressure of the Rock-Fighting Saint was too terrifying.

There were seven hundred and sixty-nine of those long rock dragon pillars, appearing just like living creatures!

Moreover, each one had an extremely high density and was carved with profound patterns; the skill had compressed their density, making them incredibly hard, with a blue-yellow luster on the surface, as hard as steel!!

The long pillars charged over like thick, holy snakes, moving at high speed, and their destructive power was truly devastating!

The group hurriedly activated their skills to defend.

However, facing an expert at the late-stage seventh-turn realm, the group's defense was merely a drop in the bucket.

Boom, boom, boom!!

Crack, crack, crack, crack!!

Ice spears shattered, wind arrows disintegrated, undead soldiers were slain, and light beams vanished.

Dust and smoke scattered across the sky.

When the group looked closely, they discovered that not even a single scratch could be left on the stone pillars!

Everyone could only watch helplessly as the vast, sea-like pillars of rock dragon attacked!

Sss, sss, sss!!

Before even being physically struck, just from the pressure penetrating their bodies, Jiang Yunqing could not help but vomit blood.

In the sky, Xiang Wuhui's face was cold as ice, his sword techniques terrifying; with a wave of his hand, he slashed out sword marks like the sky collapsing, and even several mountain peaks on the ground were sliced into ruins by him!

The Demon Monarch laughed incessantly; his chest was covered in sword wounds, having been struck by several of Xiang Wuhui's swords just moments ago while the latter was enraged.

"Hahaha, even if I have to risk being heavily wounded by you, I will block your sword Qi to protect them!"

"You can only watch them die with your own eyes!"

The Demon Monarch's offensive was fierce, and his pressure rose once again!

At the same time, he roared at the Demon Ancestors dancing across the sky.

"All demon clans, hear my order: do not attack those later arrivals, let them fight amongst themselves!"

"Come with me and attack Xiang Wuhui with all your might, so he has no time to be distracted!" His voice spread across the mountaintop.

All the demon clans immediately gathered into a torrent, converging to surround and kill Xiang Wuhui alone!

The dense mass of demons blotted out the sun.

Xiang Wuhui gritted his teeth, trading injury for a sword strike!

He risked being hit by the Demon Monarch and the demon arts of the sky-filling demon clans, coughing up a large mouthful of blood.

Finally, he successfully slashed out a world-shaking sword beam toward the ground, intending to intercept Zhang Quyan's skill!

That sword mark was simple and unadorned, falling from the sky and cutting a hundred-meter-deep ravine into the ground with devastating force.

"Risking your life to protect them?"

"How are you just like Wei Tianhai, not taking your own life seriously at all!?"

The Demon Monarch's face darkened, and he immediately activated his demon arts to intercept.

Hum, hum!

The ancient demon language patterns across the sky flickered, forming an interwoven net to shroud that sword mark, not allowing it to block the Rock-Fighting Saint's killing move against the group.

However, this sword strike from Xiang Wuhui was clearly far beyond the Demon Monarch's imagination!

The demon art net was shattered in an instant.

And the sword Qi was only slightly hindered!

Seeing this scene, the corners of Zhang Xuanrou's mouth on the ground curled up slightly.

"A B-grade dungeon, and it actually has local inhabitants capable of reaching the seventh-turn realm?"

"And... they are elite monsters."

Gazing at Xiang Wuhui's sword Qi, this old woman revealed a chilling smile.

"Hmph, interesting."

She knew that it was most likely Jiang Yunqing's group that had fulfilled some hidden plot condition, causing this inhabitant's realm to rise to the seventh turn to help them fight the BOSS.

Being able to trigger such a plot condition that greatly lowered the difficulty of the BOSS battle must be extremely difficult.

These young people really had some tricks up their sleeves.

Unfortunately, it was useless!

Today, they would undoubtedly die.

She was extremely confident and stepped forward.

Her aged hands gripped the air, and countless Gu insects drifted out, densely forming a torrent like a river and sea, sweeping over and swallowing that massive sword Qi!

Her ancient-grade skill, 【Insect Sea】!

Countless Gu insects, like maggots on bone, clung to the sword Qi, gnawing, drilling in, and polluting it.

In the end, Xiang Wuhui's heaven-filling sword Qi was actually gnawed away completely, turning into green light and vanishing, failing to stop Zhang Quyan's killing move!

Xiang Wuhui was a seventh-turn elite, with attributes several times higher than a job-changer of the same realm; under normal circumstances, even a Saint could not easily shatter his skill.

But... Zhang Xuanrou was not a seventh-turn of the same realm as him, but a late-stage Saint-realm powerhouse at level 77!

Xiang Wuhui had just entered the Saint realm and was also heavily wounded, so his strength was not at its peak.

Therefore, Zhang Xuanrou could naturally dissolve his sword Qi.

A trace of shock surged in Xiang Wuhui's eyes.

He had already entered the Saint realm, yet he was still unable to protect these children as he wished...

This human world was truly too heartless!

Below, countless rock dragon pillars snaked their way over!

Yan Ze stood at the very front, gripping his ancient longbow, despair surging in his eyes.

Was it really going to end... here...?

But he hadn't seen his younger sister in a long time.

Was that girl doing well?

In this instant, his attachments and regrets surged in his mind.

He knew deep down that he would be the first to be suppressed and killed.

The strength of a seventh-turn Saint was absolutely devastating and impossible to resist.

Hum!

Just at the critical moment, a figure appeared in front of him.

This person used their shoulder to knock Yan Ze aside, facing the Saint's killing move alone!

He was wrapped in countless lines of darkness and light, which coiled around him and condensed into a great shield to protect himself.

Yan Ze was stunned the moment he saw this person's appearance.

The shapeshifting monster, Wan Wu!

"Why, Wan Wu, you can't block it, you'll die!" Yan Ze roared.

Wan Wu turned his head and revealed a calm smile.

"You are the Master's friend, I must protect you."

His voice was incredibly calm, yet it contained overwhelming determination.