Chapter 482: Black Armor Clad, the Tide of Battle Turns

This boy must not be left alive!

Bao Yan increased the force in his hands, and Long Qi, caught off guard for a moment, nearly collapsed to the ground.

Clearly, Bao Yan did not intend to stop there; taking advantage of Long Qi's unstable stance, he raised his Long Halberd high and slashed down with violent force.

The halberd blade came like the wind, breaking through with momentum; Long Qi could not react in time and had no choice but to take the blow head-on.

The ground trembled, kicking up a cloud of dust that bloomed like a flower.

A fissure extended outward, as flat as if cut by a knife; even the wall of Yinxu Hall was sliced open, leaking an eerie light from within, mingled with the sounds of weapons clashing and the shouts of battle.

Bao Yan had actually pierced right through the wall!

Before the dust had settled, two figures could be seen—Bao Yan standing and Long Qi kneeling, looking like two statues.

In the emergency, Long Qi instantly released his Spirit Power to envelop his entire body, barely resisting this strike from Bao Yan, but it was merely a drop in the bucket; the right side of his body remained mangled and dripping with blood.

Crimson red gushed out, trickling like a spring, dripping ceaselessly from his wounds and staining the cracks in the ground as it pooled.

The intense pain made cold sweat pour from Long Qi, and the loss of blood made his vision darken, yet the sweat mixing into his wounds forced him to remain conscious with its stinging pain.

Seeing that Long Qi was at the end of his rope, Bao Yan slammed a palm onto Long Qi's chest.

Long Qi was like a puppet with severed strings, smashing heavily against the wall and fainting for a moment, yet even so, he still gripped the Longyuan Sword tightly.

Blood flowed from Long Qi's hand onto the blade of the Longyuan Sword, following the Seven-Star Pattern; a dark red light flashed and vanished, without attracting anyone's attention.

Long Qi was waiting...

He knew clearly that with his current strength, even if he were not injured, he was by no means a match for the Demon Lord, but if he broke through his realm, that instantaneous surge in power would surely catch the Demon Lord off guard.

That was true in theory, but...

Watching the Demon Lord rush toward him with the Long Halberd raised high, Long Qi staggered as he raised his sword; he did not know if he could withstand the Demon Lord's next move, let alone if he had the life left to wait for a breakthrough.

But to sit and wait for death? That was absolutely impossible!

If there was one thing that left the deepest impression on Long Qi during the years he spent with Lingxiang, it was Lingxiang's unyielding stubbornness.

Lingxiang was like the reeds by the water; even though she appeared slender and delicate, she could still face the gale, remaining tough and unmoving.

In a flash of thought, Long Qi braced himself, mobilized all his Spirit Qi, let out a low shout, and raised his sword to meet the attack.

The light of the Seven-Star Pattern on the Longyuan Sword appeared once more, brighter than the last time, yet it still flashed by in an instant, failing to attract anyone's attention.

Seeing Long Qi's desperate resistance, Bao Yan became even more excited, his face wearing a crazed expression that said, "The next strike will definitely succeed."

Next... next will be that dead girl!

Everyone must die! Everyone must die!

Bao Yan slashed down with his halberd, using twelve parts of his strength; even Yinxu Hall was cleaved in half, and the already precarious roof was split in two by this powerful strike, collapsing onto the ends of the remaining ruins.

The atmosphere on the battlefield outside the hall instantly froze; everyone was shocked by this momentary change, but in the blink of an eye, it boiled over again.

On the battlefield, life and death are decided in a single instant!

Seeing this, Adao did not know whether to be happy or worried.

The happy part was that the roof threatening everyone was finally gone; the worry was that under such a powerful strike, could Long Qi, who was already severely wounded, still be alive?

Rubble and gravel, accompanied by dust, fell down, and the pervasive mist made one feel as if they had fallen into a sea of smoke.

Just as Adao was at a loss, a red light flashed within the dust, and a blade of blood flew out rapidly, skimming past the remaining scars of Yinxu Hall and flying toward the distant void.

Bao Yan's figure retreated rapidly from the dust, trailing a wisp of crimson; after standing firm, he turned his head to look at the wound on his arm and fell into deep thought.