Chapter 645

Boom—

Outside the Shadow Gallery Entrance, flames surged.

The roar of destructive fury, carrying a power that swept in all directions, caused Wangliang Mountain, already riddled with holes, to suffer yet another calamity.

The power of that Sword Immortal, who specialized in destruction and struck out in hatred, made the heavens and earth tremble; it was simply not something the crowd could withstand. Below the level of a Sword Immortal, all are but ants.

But fortunately, the group still had some reserves from before.

The collective power linked by silver threads was intended to allow everyone to unleash strength approaching that of a Sword Immortal. Although Ling Baoyu had used a portion of the accumulated power to shield Zheng Yun from the destruction, there was not much used, and more than half of the power remained.

Under the command of Feng Jianxia, whose voice was somewhat shrill, everyone who felt the arrival of the Grim Reaper released their maximum power, shifting from offense to defense, transforming into a massive Yuanqi Wall to guard their surroundings.

The shockwave of destruction whistled over. The crowd huddled behind the Yuanqi Wall, not daring to even raise their heads, listening to the rumbling explosions in their ears and feeling the earth shake and mountains sway. Their hearts trembled, feeling as if they, too, would be shattered into pieces along with the heavens and earth in the next moment.

But fortunately, the strength of this protective barrier stood the test.

After all, the destructive fury was not aimed at anyone in particular; it was mostly the result of inner turmoil, causing it to burst outward and strike in all directions. It did not specifically target Zheng Yun, let alone the others, so the pressure received from each direction was limited.

At this moment, the two largest groups glanced at each other. Between them, there was hostility, disdain, and other negative emotions. The Yunzhou side acted as if facing a formidable enemy, while the Turtle Bandits still did not know that the series of unlucky events they had suffered, including the base being bombed twice, were all the work of this side; thus, they mostly felt disdain.

But today, everyone saw it!

The scarred firmament above their heads was collapsing downward in its entirety. Especially that stretch of sky known as the "Shadow Gallery Entrance"—even that exit and the entire sky were pressing down toward the ground!

The crowd watched helplessly as the sky collapsed and the earth sank, feeling completely at a loss. Fortunately, because the ground had sunk, the sky continued to fall into the pit, barely grazing their position without smashing onto their heads.

In fact, at this moment, one could only see a blurred figure. Whether something had happened or not, no one knew; from afar, one could not even tell if he was dead or alive. But since such an intense explosion had not blasted him to pieces, the probability of him being safe and sound had increased.

Everything around them had been leveled; what should have been scorched was scorched, and what should have been shattered was shattered. There was a smell of burnt stone in the air, and at a glance, everything was laid bare.

Ling Baoyu had sharp eyes and saw a person on the back of the Little Golden Crow at a glance, calling out in surprise: "It's Zheng Yun! He's fine!"

Previously, when Tang Zhao selected assistants, he used the heat and light of the Tiantai sun to test who could approach; no one could withstand it, except for Zheng Yun, who remained unscathed. Tang Zhao was not yet a true Jinwu Sword, and Zheng Yun was not afraid of him; he was even less afraid of the power of a true Jinwu Sword.

But there were also those unlucky ones who could not save themselves and failed to grab the silver threads, falling straight into the abyss. The crowd could not even see where they had fallen, only seeing the bottomless depths beneath their feet.

The ground collapsed along with it, forming a large pit. The large pit then turned into a fissure, expanding outward, and finally became an abyss. In the blink of an eye, the crowd could no longer even see the dark golden shadow.

Who would want to fall down?!

Everyone whose brain could still function tried to save themselves. Those with swords hurriedly unleashed their Sword Art, using their swords to carry their bodies and float, while Ling Baoyu did not forget to hold onto the silver threads. Everyone who was able to firmly grasp the silver threads as a straw for survival was pulled out of the abyss by her.

At this moment, the crowd was truly suspended in the Void. The sky had collapsed, the earth had sunk, and there were no more heavens or earth; the entire world was left with only these few people...

Fu Xianchan was the first to poke her head out, wanting to see how Zheng Yun was doing.

Immediately after, everyone felt the ground beneath their feet collapse. This patch of ground finally shattered along with it, turning into a deep pit. Everyone lost their footing and fell down together. Then, that sentence Zheng Yun had just spoken rang in everyone's ears:

Following that, they saw the Little Golden Crow, which had just been chased, also turn its head and dive headlong into the ground without hesitation.

Ling Baoyu looked down into the bottomless abyss and said: "Where is it underneath? Could it be..."

The Sun-Holding Envoy was designed to stand on the side and cheer when the Jinwu Sword unleashed its ultimate move; how could they be swept away by the Jinwu Sword as well? That would be too wasteful.

If anyone had seen it, "worrying about the sky falling" would no longer be a joke.

The destruction was like an incomparably powerful excavator, drilling holes in the ground, drilling deeper and deeper, and it would not stop even if it drilled into the Nine Nether Underworld. The speed at which the sky collapsed could not even compare to the speed at which it drilled holes.

Now that these people had moved to another battlefield, it was no longer their turn to intervene.

Fu Xianchan did not see Zheng Yun at a glance and felt that there was probably no hope, secretly feeling a pity in her heart. Then she heard a roar of destruction, which transformed into a giant dark golden bird and flew forward.

After saying this, his figure had already submerged into the large pit along with the Little Golden Crow.

The crowd followed the direction of the giant bird and saw a Little Golden Crow flying in the sky.

But how did he escape? The crowd reckoned that without the power reserved from before, even a Sword Hero would find it difficult to stay safe.

Although it was called a Little Golden Crow, it was actually not small; it was more robust than the golden eagles in the sky and was more than enough to carry a person. But compared to the giant bird of destruction chasing it, it looked like a hawk catching a sparrow.

Zheng Yun was safe for the time being, but the destruction was in hot pursuit of that Little Golden Crow; if it caught up, the outcome would not be very good. Ling Baoyu had the heart to help him, but they were too far apart, and the collective power of the crowd had just been unleashed once; they were still shaken and it would be difficult to unleash it again immediately...

The original terrain of Wangliang Mountain was not flat land, but sand dunes. One sand dune after another looked undulating from afar, stretching on like a mountain range.

Traitors who commit treason, of course, deserve disdain.

Oh, no. When the heavens and earth had all collapsed and there was nothing left to obstruct their view, the crowd finally saw the others.

This was not going against the heavens at all, but following the heavens: Since you, the sky, are going to fall into the ground, I will arrive a step before you!

The destruction smashed into the ground, emitting a loud explosion, and then the ground also collapsed. But it was not as complete as the sky collapsing; rather, it shattered into a large hole. Just as it happened in the golden sword momentum of destruction, all intact soil and gravel that hit the golden light were destroyed and turned into powder.

Was it going to fight the heavens?

Just as the crowd was pleasantly surprised and wanted to see such a miracle, the destruction suddenly let out a mournful cry, reversed its body, and dove headlong downward.

At a glance, the surroundings were flat land.

Just as the Golden Crow was about to fall below the horizon, the crowd finally saw Zheng Yun on the back of the Little Golden Crow. He was indeed still alive, his expression solemn, but his body was healthy, and he was completely free of missing limbs.

Before, when escaping from the Chess Game, the crowd returned directly to the army ambushed at the Third Tier and did not notice those who remained at the Second Tier. At this moment, with the entire Wangliang Mountain having collapsed, there was no longer any distinction between the First, Second, and Third Tiers.

In the distance, there were still scattered survivors. Among those that Ling Baoyu saw and recognized were Liu Hu from Jingcheng, Tu Fei from Changyi Manor, Chi Mingjing and her companions, as well as some familiar manor owners.

"Don't fall down!"

The two sides were originally enemies and were supposed to go to war. But at this time, everyone was still suspended in the air. When they saw each other, hostility was hostility, but they all had an indescribable exhaustion—forget it, the sky has collapsed, what is there to fight about?

When did we ever decide the outcome?

Moreover, both sides had people they were worried about, and their moods were even heavier. The Turtle Bandits were worried about their Dazai, and the people on this side had even more to worry about; just the Sword Immortal level alone required worrying about two, not to mention Tang Zhao, Zheng Yun...

Holy crap—

When the storm finally subsided and the earth gradually calmed down, the crowd finally raised their heads one after another.

It was not only the biggest one, but it also flew the highest!

That sky collapsed and immediately smashed onto the head of the destruction. The destruction immediately exploded on the spot, turning into a mass of flames. The intense, bright light seemed as if it wanted to pierce and melt the sky right there.

The sky has collapsed!

Who in the world has ever seen the sky collapse?

Suddenly—

The crowd did not know how to react for a moment. Even those battle-hardened Sword Heroes were stunned at this moment. When the sky above their heads collapsed, besides an instinctive curse in one's mind, there was only a blank space.

However, there is a saying that goes well: when the sky falls, the tallest ones hold it up. Who is the tallest one here?

Naturally, it is the giant bird of destruction flying in the sky.

Besides them, there was a group of people in the distance, who were none other than the old acquaintances, the Turtle Bandits; several Pillar-State Generals, along with the Spirit Image of An Wang and some other surviving soldiers, gathered in the air to form a circular formation, guarding themselves firmly.

Of course, among these manor lords, the previously very active Tiger-Subduing Lord was not present. Because the Tiger-Subduing Lord had been killed by Weise. Right at the beginning, when choosing between the two ends of the silver thread, the acquaintance Weise encountered was precisely him. Everyone's opponent in that battle was a secret, and no one knew that the Tiger-Subduing Lord was killed by him.

However, now, this is the Great Pingyuan.

The crowd looked at him, and he also saw the crowd; in the haste, he roared, "Do not fall down!"

Weise suddenly realized and said, "The Sun-Holding Envoy should be immune to the sun's damage, right?"

Although she could reserve a precious opportunity for Zheng Yun, Zheng Yun would still need to have a body left. If he were truly blown to pieces, there would be nowhere to even trade lives.

Two words flashed through everyone's minds: Yingyuan.

Finally, are we going to fight our way to Yingyuan?

Previously, the Ruyi Sword demanded that everyone work together to split the heaven and earth and reach straight to Yingyuan to let the Golden Crow appear in the world; Jiang Shenyi still had doubts, fearing it would delay Tang Zhao's important affairs, but now the entire battlefield has moved over there. The Ruyi Sword did not hesitate to use Yinglang to smash downward, even if it meant smashing into the ground, which shows its determination to break through Yinglang and draw in the power of the Golden Crow.

These experts all knew that below was Yingyuan, and they roughly knew that there was a Golden Crow beneath Yingyuan, but the Golden Crow alone did not know that the sky would actually fall, and that so many experts capable of fighting it would also fall down like dumplings, *pitter-patter*. Not only would they have to engage in an encounter battle, but most of those experts harbored ill intentions toward it, and even the Ruyi Sword, which was most likely to be an ally, now had an unpredictable stance.

Jinwu Dianxia, and Tang Zhao, are they ready?