With the final Sealing Demon Nail driven into Jiang Wuya's crown, all the Xuanmen cultivators who had been fighting fiercely couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
Based on the effects of the previous Sealing Demon Nails, their impact on Jiang Wuya was undeniably significant. With all seven Sealing Demon Nails now embedded, his strength was bound to be greatly diminished!
"Yan Shouyi... Ahhhh!!!!"
Chained by the Geomagnetic Yin Lock, Jiang Wuya was unable to break free. He could only stare at Yan Shouyi with venomous eyes. He suddenly raised his head, and a torrent of potent malevolent energy spewed from his mouth, transforming into giant black bats that charged towards the surrounding crowd.
"Jiang Wuya wants to take some people down with him! This is his final desperate struggle, everyone retreat quickly!!" Liu Yiren shouted loudly.
The crowd quickly retreated, each bringing out their unique skills for self-defense. However, Jiang Wuya's attack was virtually indiscriminate. The black bats charged through the crowd, and the collapsing buildings alone crushed countless people.
"Gate of Injury, Li Huo! Heavenly Fire Extinguishes the World!"
Amidst the crowd, Jiang Qingxue unleashed the full power of Qimen Dunjia. A massive Luo Pan was not only beneath her feet but also layered above in the sky. The two Luo Pans, almost encompassing the Min Jiao stronghold, echoed each other, locking onto the position of the Gate of Injury. Instantly, countless flames descended from the sky like a fiery rain, pursuing and burning the black bats.
The black bats, formed from malevolent energy, were naturally afraid of Li Huo's inferno. Soon, the bats that had been slaughtering people were reduced to a few by the heavenly fire.
Seeing the crisis in the crowd resolved, Yan Shouyi gave Jiang Wuya no further opportunity! He sliced open his palm with the Ancestral Dragon Sword, allowing the True Dragon Purple Qi to coat the blade with his blood.
"With blood as the guide, and qi as the medium, the heavens are vast, proving my sword's heart! All things in heaven and earth, be my divine sword, obey my command, and vanquish demons!"
A Skyward Sword Strike!!
A powerful sword intent coalesced on the blade. Yan Shouyi leaped forward, his sword slashing towards Jiang Wuya's neck! Jiang Wuya's expression changed drastically. He tried to struggle, but Li Chongxi and others were exerting their full strength, coupled with the effect of the Sealing Demon Nails, he couldn't break free for the moment!
Squelch!!
With blood splattering, the Ancestral Dragon Sword severed Jiang Wuya's head! That wasn't all. Yan Shouyi knew Jiang Wuya possessed the Heavenly Fiend Corpse Puppet body. To kill him, simply severing his head might not be enough. He turned, thrust the Ancestral Dragon Sword into Jiang Wuya's chest, and then used all his strength to lift it upwards!
Splash!
Jiang Wuya's body was split in two from his lower abdomen upwards! Organs and blood flowed onto the ground. Yan Shouyi's sword momentum began to weaken, and the Ancestral Dragon Sword dulled, its True Dragon Purple Qi completely depleted. Even if Yan Shouyi still had strength, he couldn't wield the Ancestral Dragon Sword anymore.
The mission of the Ancestral Dragon Sword was complete. Yan Shouyi directly put it into his satchel, then clenched his right hand in mid-air, catching the flying Soul Reaper. The Soul Reaper trembled slightly, and Long Feichen's voice rang out, "Brother Yan, let's take down this bastard Jiang Wuya together!"
"Good!!!"
Terrifying malevolent energy surged from Yan Shouyi's body, and the Soul Reaper's blade instantly elongated by tens of meters! The might was so immense that if a mountain stood in Yan Shouyi's path, he could easily cleave it!
Everyone watched this scene in shock. Such power had surpassed the realm of mortals, hadn't it? No wonder… If anyone in this world could kill Jiang Wuya, it would undoubtedly be Yan Shouyi!
"Invincible below immortals, equal footing above them!" Yan Shouyi's displayed strength had redefined everyone's perception of human power, making even the old Heavenly Master Zhang Yin, previously hailed as the strongest man on earth, seem somewhat inadequate in comparison.
"Jiang Wuya, die!!" Yan Shouyi roared, like a berserk lion, swinging the Soul Reaper with all his might!
Hiss…
As the Soul Reaper descended, the earth-shattering effect that was expected did not manifest. The space beneath the blade seemed to tear open, and black fissures floated in mid-air, swaying like silk scarves. And these fissures were madly devouring Jiang Wuya's body!
"This strike…" Jiang Qingxue stared blankly at the scene, murmuring to herself, "This strike has almost ripped apart the rules of the mortal world. The other side of that fissure should lead to the nineteenth layer of hell…"
There were only eighteen layers of hell. The nineteenth layer of hell was presumably nothingness. To be sucked into that fissure was to become nothing, everything one had left behind in the mortal world would vanish without a trace.
Jiang Wuya's body disintegrated rapidly. His severed head, lying on the ground, showed a look of terror. He wanted to escape but was utterly incapable of moving.
"Yan Shouyi… Yan Shouyi… Yan Shouyi!!!" Jiang Wuya kept repeating Yan Shouyi's name, as if uttering the most venomous curse. "I will not let you go, never!!!" he roared hysterically.
Yan Shouyi, holding the Soul Reaper, watched this scene quietly. He watched as the fissures gradually devoured Jiang Wuya's body, watched Jiang Wuya struggle hysterically, until he completely disappeared.
Around West Lake in Rongcheng, silence suddenly fell. Everyone gazed at the spot where Jiang Wuya had vanished, and as the fissures began to mend, a surreal, hazy feeling washed over them.
Jiang Wuya was dead? We won? Is this… real? Jiang Wuya had left an indelible psychological scar on everyone beforehand, with many pessimistically believing this battle was a guaranteed loss. But now, it seemed that by uniting, although they suffered heavy losses, they had still eliminated Jiang Wuya. Moreover, the casualty count was far lower than they had expected.
"We… won?!" someone whispered.
Immediately after, everyone erupted in fervent cheers!
"We won! We won!!! President Yan killed Jiang Wuya! Peace has returned to the land!!" The crowd rejoiced, never having been so happy. They even dropped their weapons, embracing each other and weeping with joy. They had endured so much, lost so many they cared about… But in the end, they had united and defeated an enemy who was seemingly impossible to defeat…
"We won…" Jiang Qingxue wiped the blood from her face, turned around excitedly, wanting to deliver the good news to Yan Chou, who was paralyzed and unable to participate in the battle. However, as soon as she turned, she heard Yan Shouyi shout:
"The battle is not over, Jiang Wuya is not dead, everyone, do not let your guard down!!!"
Everyone was stunned. Even Jiang Qingxue turned back to look at Yan Shouyi in confusion. How could Jiang Wuya not be dead? They had watched him turn into nothingness with their own eyes! If he wasn't dead, where could he be now?!
Yan Shouyi held the Soul Reaper, his eyes fixed on the western sky, his expression showing no sign of relaxation. As if responding to Yan Shouyi's warning, a mass of black clouds suddenly drifted from the western sky! Beneath this black cloud, all life withered in an instant. What was terrifying was that the black cloud actually had a human face – the image of Jiang Wuya!!
Jiang Wuya… was indeed not dead! Everyone's hearts sank to the bottom at this moment, and despair began to spread. They had gathered all their strength and fought desperately but still hadn't killed Jiang Wuya. And the oppressive feeling brought by this black cloud was several times stronger than the previous Jiang Wuya… Damn it, with human power, it was impossible to contend with Jiang Wuya. Only gods could kill him, right?!