Boom.
The sword intent exploded.
Following it came a surging power of light.
The Seal Dragon and the Seal Sword began to tremble.
The Yin Yang Dao Master behind him changed his expression.
"Defeated?"
"Haha."
The Lord of Light laughed, his aura filled with boundless ferocity, "I am free."
"Go."
Chen Fan, unfazed, tossed his staff.
Bang.
The staff struck the body of the Lord of Light.
The power of forgetting spread.
"Hmph?"
It was the voice of the Lord of Light, "What was I doing?"
Forgotten.
The power of the staff, or rather... the power of the seed.
The Lord of Light forgot what he was supposed to do next.
Chik.
The Ama-no-Murakumo Sword thrust again.
"Pfft."
The dissipating light, the spreading destruction, instantly brought the Lord of Light back to his senses.
A shocked voice echoed, "What is this?"
Rumble!
Sword after sword.
At this moment, Chen Fan hesitated no longer.
In the blink of an eye, it was tens of thousands of swords.
The ten-thousand-zhang giant shrunk with every sword thrust.
The sword intent poured out all the power of the Great Dao.
"Ah!"
The screams and wails of the light echoed again.
It was too pathetic.
To be tormented to such an extent, a mere ninth-tier being.
He could only suppress the unbearable pain with roars.
"I will break free," the Lord of Light still shouted this.
The Yin Yang Dao Master: "..."
Then, he smiled, "Retreat to advance? City Lord Chen, continue to strike."
"Of course."
Let alone the fact that the Lord of Light was now powerless to break free.
Even if he had the ability, so what?
Chen Fan now possessed the absolute confidence to contend with him.
"Ah... I am really going to break free, and you still dare to strike? You are courting death..." the Yin Yang Dao Master continued to roar.
"Chik."
The sword light remained.
At a certain moment...
Boom.
An immeasurably vast power of light erupted.
The Spirit of Light, in its three-stage form, instantly appeared.
Then, to Chen Fan's shocked gaze, with a "boom," it exploded.
"Hmph?"
Even the Yin Yang Dao Master behind was stunned.
This power was too immense, it instantly broke through the seal.
The Seal Dragon and the Seal Sword were blasted away, and even Chen Fan was sent flying.
Beneath the golden silk armor, there was torn flesh.
He was injured again by this blast.
"Damn it."
Chen Fan couldn't help but curse.
Self-detonating the Spirit of Great Dao?
Then he saw, amidst the endless light, a figure shot out and fled at extreme speed.
"This..."
Looking at the escaping figure, Chen Fan was momentarily speechless.
The Yin Yang Dao Master was also dumbfounded.
After a long pause, she finally managed to say, "He... self-detonated his Spirit of Light?"
That was the Spirit of Light, the foundation of a ninth-tier existence.
And the Lord of Light just blew it up.
Although a wisp was reabsorbed by the Lord of Light, allowing him to maintain his ninth-tier cultivation, his realm... was now a one-stage Spirit of Great Dao.
Remember, Chen Fan, still only a seventh-tier cultivator, already possessed a one-stage Spirit of Great Dao.
And the Yin Yang Dao Master, a peak eighth-tier, had already condensed a two-stage Spirit of Great Dao.
"This is..."
After a long while, the Yin Yang Dao Master spoke with a mixture of amusement and exasperation, "He's truly ruthless, willing to drop a realm just to survive."
Then, she licked her lips, "Such a light, I could kill him like slaughtering a dog."
Chik.
The Lord of Light had vanished.
"A pity."
The Yin Yang Dao Master looked somewhat helplessly in the direction the Lord of Light had fled.
She lacked the strength now. If she could have pursued him, she would have had a fifty percent chance of killing the light.
Alas, such a good opportunity had to be missed.
"It's not a pity."
Chen Fan's face instantly turned ashen.
Then, the Great Dao power within him began to rapidly dissipate.
It wasn't his power to begin with; he could only borrow it for a while.
"Disperse."
He began to accelerate the dissipation of the energy.
He had reached his limit. Any longer and his Great Dao would have been shattered.
"Haha."
The Yin Yang Dao Master laughed heartily.
Then she turned to her subordinates behind her, her smile echoing through the heavens and earth, "A great victory."
They had won.
Roar...
Cheers filled the heavens and earth.
They had won. They had actually defeated a ninth-tier Great Emperor.
Ninth-tier was a mountain pressing down on everyone's heads. Now, it seemed... this mountain wasn't so insurmountable.
Though the cost was high, they had won, hadn't they?
Chik.
In the sky, sword light and giant dragons fell.
The Sword Master and Dragon King, who had been sent flying, plummeted downwards.
Within the Sword Master, countless sword lights flew out and returned to their respective owners.
Bang, bang, bang.
Those whose sword intent had returned to their bodies immediately collapsed.
Everyone's aura was faint.
Boom.
The Dragon King plummeted, transforming into human form.
He was covered in blood, a pathetic sight.
Yet, there was no smile on his face. He looked at Chen Fan and said, "City Lord Chen, I..."
Chen Fan knew what the Dragon King wanted to say and directly replied, "Don't worry, I will resurrect everyone. There are still so many great worlds, enough for everyone to be resurrected once."
Whoosh.
The Dragon King breathed a sigh of relief, "Thank you."
Chen Fan said noncommittally, "This victory is the contribution of all of us. Let's recuperate first, I will begin the resurrection..."
As he spoke, he commanded the people of the Samsara Realm, "Go and drag the worlds over."
"Right away."
Old Demon Chu trotted off to drag the worlds.
Their bodies were also empty, but they could still manage to drag an ownerless world.
A moment later, the worlds converged.
"Chik."
Chen Fan directly opened himself up and swallowed a world.
Resurrection required first restoring oneself.
The Yin Yang Dao Master, the Dragon King, and the Sword Master wasted no time, each swallowing a world.
As for the remaining people, they dared not touch them.
"Rise."
Soon, Chen Fan recovered, and the River of Life and Death appeared.
"I'll help too," the Yin Yang Dao Master said.
Too many people had died in this battle.
Having slightly recovered some of her Great Dao power, she also chose to help.
As for Old Demon Chu, Xi Qiu, and the others... they couldn't do it yet.
They could restore the weak, but not the Great Emperors.
Bang, bang, bang.
Worlds were directly crushed.
The power flowed into the River of Life and Death and the River of Yin and Yang.
The fallen powerhouses emerged from the rivers one by one.
The moment they emerged, everyone understood something.
When the Phoenix Master emerged, she almost cried.
"Hold it back," the Dragon King had regained his usual cold demeanor.
"Sob..."
The recently resurrected Demon Butterfly sobbed loudly.
The Dragon King: "???"
This was truly... a headache.
The Dragon King didn't want to speak anymore.
It was too embarrassing.
Familiar figures continued to emerge, and a smile finally appeared on the Dragon King's resolute face.
This battle was worth it.
From now on, in the Tenth Land, the Chaos Clan finally had a place to survive.
The future was promising.
"Hum."
At this moment, four more figures emerged from the river.
"Seniors."
Facing the four Great Emperors of the Immortal Realm, Chen Fan cupped his fists, "This battle, thank you."
He had also resurrected the Black Emperor and the other three.
Unfortunately, Wuji could not be resurrected.
He was merely a sliver of a remnant soul of the Thunder Master, and after this battle, he had completely dispersed into heaven and earth.
He had finally departed.