Chapter 800: Overwhelming

The cloud-winged figure in the void, seeing He Pingsheng's seven spiritual-nail projectiles hurtling toward him, dared not take it lightly.

He subtly stirred his magic power, and a green light erupted from his chest, perfectly intercepting He Pingsheng's spiritual attack.

He Pingsheng's spiritual assault came to nothing.

"Hehehe…" Seeing his attack fully blocked, Yun Yi exhaled in relief, then his expression turned cold: "Spiritual attack?"

"A trivial trick!"

"If I've come to take you, don't you think I've prepared thoroughly?"

"Boom…" He Pingsheng attacked again!

He said nothing.

But this time, the spiritual attack did not target Yun Yi's main body—it shot straight for his clone.

He Pingsheng assumed that under normal circumstances, if Yun Yi had a treasure to defend against spiritual attacks, he'd equip it on his main body, not his clone.

Then something surprised He Pingsheng.

This spiritual attack was blocked again.

Yun Yi's clone also possessed a treasure to defend against spiritual attacks.

He Pingsheng immediately swallowed a top-grade 【Fengshen Pill】, instantly restoring his depleted spiritual sense to full capacity.

He had refined several batches of Fengshen Pills these past days—plenty enough for now.

"Hahahaha…" Yun Yi laughed loudly: "He Pingsheng… stop wasting your strength!"

"The power of the Twelve Nirvana Shared Life Array is beyond your ability to break!"

"I know you're strong—you can easily slay peers of your realm!"

"You can even slay Nascent Soul cultivators at the early stage!"

"But today, with my Phoenix Clan's Heavenly Array unleashed, you will die without doubt!"

"You can't defeat a Mahayana Emperor, can you?"

"If you can't defeat a Mahayana Emperor, you can't defeat me!"

"He Pingsheng… receive my quasi-Emperor strike…"

Yun Yi did not summon his Great Heaven Manifestation Golden Body—he remained human-sized, his form turning into a streak of light as he plunged downward at He Pingsheng with overwhelming force.

A vast pressure, like an ocean from the heavens, crashed down; the force was crushing.

He Pingsheng, standing in the void below, was instantly crushed downward a hundred zhang.

Then, the crimson point trailing long flames, like a meteor, finally reached He Pingsheng's head.

Boom…

He Pingsheng dared not underestimate it—he instantly summoned his Great Heaven Manifestation, no longer holding back, and with a flick of his hand, pulled out the Hongmeng Purple Gold Staff, extending it fully as he swung it upward to strike the incoming "meteor."

Technique: Heaven's Mechanism Thirteen Strokes.

Thirteen strokes struck in an instant, merging into a single, mighty upward strike.

He Pingsheng didn't expect this strike to kill Yun Yi—he merely sought to defend by attacking, aiming to neutralize Yun Yi's assault.

The pressure from Yun Yi's strike above was too great.

So He Pingsheng didn't slacken—he immediately activated a talisman after the strike.

A top-grade sixth-rank talisman: 【Ice Splendor World】.

The Ice Splendor World talisman could at most block one strike from a Void Refinement peak or Nascent Soul early-stage cultivator.

Its defensive power was weak.

But… there was no choice!

Among all the defensive talismans He Pingsheng currently possessed, this was the highest-ranked.

"Yellow Turban Force!"

"Golden Shield!"

Immediately, before the attack from above arrived, He Pingsheng unleashed two final spells.

Boom…

A black Yellow Turban Force, two hundred zhang tall, surged upward and landed behind He Pingsheng's attack, before the talisman-formed barrier.

And another layer of black shield-light wrapped around He Pingsheng's body.

This was the Golden Shield—originally gold, but transformed into black by He Pingsheng's Five Elements Unified Force.

Boom…

He Pingsheng's Heaven's Mechanism Thirteen Strokes finally collided with Yun Yi's attack.

A crimson energy burst instantly.

The energy wave exploded outward like a bubble.

He Pingsheng's attack was instantly shattered.

Above, Yun Yi's attack had only slightly weakened—its remaining force continued hurtling toward He Pingsheng.

The two-hundred-zhang Yellow Turban Force vanished instantly.

The Ice Splendor World shield shattered!

The Golden Shield—broken!

Boom boom boom…

As these defenses were shattered, wave after wave of energy rippled outward across the void, like surging ocean waves.

Finally, a crimson fist several zhang wide slammed hard onto He Pingsheng's body!

Enhanced by the combined strike of twelve Nascent Soul cultivators and amplified by the array, this blow was utterly terrifying.

He Pingsheng's massive Great Heaven Manifestation Golden Body was shattered; his true body shot downward like a streak of light, crashing onto a mountain peak below.

The entire peak split open like a crushed garlic bulb.

Endless smoke and dust boiled upward, engulfing the ground within a thousand zhang radius in black haze, obscuring all sight.

Yun Yi finally reverted from a streak of light into human form, standing in the void.

In his left hand he held a crimson long spear; his massive right fist slowly retracted, shrinking back to normal size.

"Open…"

With a flick of his sleeve, a mighty wind surged forth, sweeping the dust from the ground clean.

When the dust vanished, a terrifying crater was visible below, its bottom boiling with lava, flowing freely.

Puh…

Like a cannonball, He Pingsheng's body erupted from the molten rock, reappearing in the void.

"Puh…"

"Cough cough cough… puh…"

He spat out two mouthfuls of blood.

The final force of that strike had indeed been immense—but compared to the Mahayana Emperor power Zhao Xiangdu had once struck him with, it was still lacking.

So this time, He Pingsheng had suffered only minor injuries.

If he had the blood-red turtle shell, he could guarantee he wouldn't have been hurt at all.

"You're still alive?" Yun Yi's pupils contracted slightly, his eyes narrowing.

He Pingsheng wiped blood from his lips and smiled: "Can't kill me… your power… is too weak!"

He didn't even take a pill to replenish his blood qi—just by shifting his internal cultivation, his injuries were already half-repaired.

"Good…" Yun Yi said: "That strike was merely a test. It's normal you survived!"

"Because I only used half my strength!"

"Next, I will…"

Shii shii shii…

But He Pingsheng paid no heed to this loquacious fool—his seven spiritual nails shot out again, targeting another cultivator at random.

This array was immensely powerful; with his current strength, he couldn't break it alone!

He wanted to test whether all of them possessed spiritual defense methods.

If he could kill one or two, the array would collapse—and then fighting Yun Yi would be far easier.

Too bad…

He Pingsheng tried two more times.

He discovered that both targets he attacked also had spiritual defense methods.

His face darkened: No way… all twelve of them have spiritual defense treasures?

…

The comrade who gifted the King of Gifts—character 【Hu Chen】—will have to wait a while longer; no suitable slot available yet.