Chapter 889

Several streaks of black light flew out from the magic array, attaching to various parts of his body.

Just at this moment, the attacks of the three Sword Saints had already struck his body.

"Ding—"

"Bang—"

The scene everyone expected—Monarch Haolin being slashed to death on the spot by three swords—did not appear; nor did the scene of Monarch Haolin slapping the three away with a single palm.

Only a flash of black light was seen, followed by the fierce sound of metal clashing.

Everyone in the arena, though engaged in combat, cast glances toward this side.

One could say the outcome of this battle depended entirely on the result of the fight here.

In the rear, sensing the fierce battle within the black light, Sword Five prepared to raise his sword and charge forward.

Just then, the nearby black mist trembled slightly, and the slightly anxious voice of Heart of Death came through.

"Send someone to aid me!"

Li Yue immediately gave him a look.

He instantly transformed his body into a long sword and slaughtered his way into the black mist.

The moment he killed his way in, the trembling of the black mist ceased.

However, the longbow in the hands of the Elven Queen, Shirley, had already been drawn to a full moon.

Its aim was precisely the place where the black light shone.

On the other side, the High Elf Haelor also drew her bow, but the direction she aimed at was the Holy Battle Monarch, whose whole body shone with golden light.

She wanted to maximize Sword One's advantage.

As long as these two high-level fighters were pinned down tightly, the remaining Sanctuary Realm cultivators in their hands would not be able to stir up any trouble.

As soon as the Dark Demon Dragon and the Holy Angel Angel successfully advanced, it would be the moment their battlefield situation changed.

"Voom—"

"Ding—"

A humming clash sounded, and the black light around the three Sword Saints and Monarch Haolin vanished.

A wave of energy surged upward, blasting the four figures back dozens of meters.

In the eyes of the three Sword Saints, they stared at Monarch Haolin, filled with fighting spirit.

At this moment, Monarch Haolin was no longer wearing the white robe as before.

Instead, he was covered in a set of black armor, looking incredibly majestic and martial.

In his hand, he was clearly gripping a black long sword.

"Creak—"

He twisted his neck, producing a crisp sound.

The next second, a gust of wild wind rose, and his figure was no longer in the original spot.

Opposite, the three Sword Saints transformed their bodies into swords, completely entering the state of man and sword as one.

Almost at the same moment Monarch Haolin acted, they launched an attack against him.

"Ding—"

"Clang—"

The four clashed together once more.

For a moment, neither side could gain the upper hand.

While the battle in the sky raged fiercely, the ground battlefield was equally brutal and chaotic.

From time to time, creatures broke through their own limits and entered a new realm.

And the ones breaking through the most were the Blood Wolf Legion.

From the start of the battle in the sky until now, only half an hour had passed, yet another thirteen Blood Wolves had broken through to the Sanctuary Realm.