You are already cultivating immortality, who would fight with you alone?

The thick blood mist was like a surging wave, completely filling the entire secret realm, and every inch of the air was filled with a disgusting smell of blood.

On the ground, blood was flowing freely, gathering into countless pools of blood of varying sizes, which were flashing with strange luster in the dim light, like twisted bloody mouths.

Accompanied by a sharp and piercing "crack, crack" sound like broken glass,

The sky of the secret realm was like a huge mirror that had been hit hard, and cracks began to appear.

These cracks were like a snarling spider web, spreading at an alarming speed, and each crack flashed a cold light.

Liu Yuntian narrowed his eyes slightly, but his expression was full of surprise, as if he was expecting some major event to happen.

"What happened?!" Wuji's eyes widened in shock at this sudden situation. His body instinctively tensed up, with shock and confusion written all over his face. "Is your secret realm going to collapse?!"

As he spoke, his hands clenched unconsciously and his feet slightly apart, as if he was ready to deal with danger at any time.

Liu Yuntian did not respond immediately, but slowly raised his left hand. The storage ring on his hand flashed with light, and a long sword instantly appeared in his hand.

The blade emitted a cold light in the blood mist, as if it was also afraid of the unknown that was about to come.

Liu Yuntian raised his lips slightly, staring at the crack in the sky, and said word by word: "Isn't it going to collapse..."

“But He… is coming!”

This long sword, named "Splitting the Sky", carries a little-known ancient secret history.

Its former owner was a swordsman.

In that distant era, order and chaos were intertwined. The swordsman relied on "Splitting the Sky" to travel the world and experienced countless fierce battles.

The most tragic of these is the direct confrontation with the will of heaven.

In that great battle, the sky collapsed and the earth split, the mountains and rivers were shattered, and "Liekong" was also severely damaged in the fierce battle. The blade was sealed by a mysterious force and fell into a long sleep.

Until Liu Yuntian made a bet with the swordsman and won it, and finally used his own powerful spiritual power to slowly awaken the dormant blade.

Liu Yuntian gently stroked the blade and whispered, "Don't be afraid..."

As if it felt his comfort, "Splitting Sky" emitted a low humming sound, and the frost condensed on the blade was melting at a speed visible to the naked eye - this was a precursor to the arrival of Heaven's Will.

Holding "Splitting Sky" tightly in his hand, Liu Yuntian's aura suddenly changed.

The sword intent was like a surging black tide, surging out from the blade, roaring and madly rolling around. Wherever it went, the blood mist was forcibly dispersed, forming huge whirlpools.

At the same time, the sword intent was like sharp and flashing blue lightning, jumping around him continuously. Every flash was accompanied by deafening thunder, illuminating the surrounding space like daylight.

The knife intent and the sword intent intertwined, colliding to produce strands of energy sparks. These sparks splashed to the ground, instantly evaporating the pool of blood and raising a billowing blood mist.

Not only that, as Liu Yuntian's thoughts beat, the space around him also twisted slightly, as if connecting to countless unknown dimensions.

The intent of his fist was hidden in every inch of his muscles. Every time he clenched his fist, the air was instantly compressed, making a dull explosion. Visible air waves spread out in all directions with him as the center, shaking away the surrounding rubble and debris.

Liu Yuntian had already rehearsed this moment of fighting against Tiandao countless times in his mind.

He knew very well that this would be an ultimate showdown concerning life and death and world order, and he must not retreat or hesitate in the slightest.

After completing a series of preparations, the entire secret realm seemed to be overwhelmed and had reached its limit.

The spider-web-like cracks in the sky now completely shattered, like a piece of glass that could not withstand a heavy blow and shattered with a loud bang.

Then, the secret realm completely collapsed as if the sky was falling and the earth was splitting apart. The space was distorted and deformed rapidly. After a dizzying spin, the familiar landscape of the northern border appeared before everyone's eyes without any warning.

However, what caught everyone off guard was that an extremely huge eye suddenly appeared out of nowhere above the originally normal sky.

This eye was like an abyss hanging above the sky, emitting endless majesty and mystery, looking down on all things in the world with indifference.

When everyone is in this situation, it is like ants in an anthill looking up at humans. The feeling of insignificance and powerlessness is infinitely magnified.

The extremely oppressive visual impact, like a surging tide, hits everyone's rational defense line wave after wave.

It seemed that if he looked at it one more time, his mind would be completely crushed by that invisible force.

"This... This is the way of heaven... Heaven?!" Wuji was completely shocked by the scene before him and stood there in a daze, stammering.

As a powerful man who has survived from ancient times to this day, although he has experienced countless changes, this is the first time in his life that he has faced the way of heaven so directly.

To be precise, in his time, the Way of Heaven had indeed descended.

But that time, the swordsman fought a desperate battle with the Heavenly Dao alone.

At that time, because he was in a secret realm, he luckily escaped the catastrophe that almost destroyed the world.

Not only Wuji, but also Nalan Yumo, Diwu Shuya, Yuan Sheng and others were all frightened by this terrifying aura and rushed over from afar with panic-stricken looks.

Their bodies were as fast as lightning, but as they approached, they were forced to slow down due to the invisible pressure. They staggered when they landed, splashing a cloud of dust.

When they saw Liu Yuntian's tall figure clearly, everyone seemed to have grabbed a life-saving straw. They breathed a sigh of relief, quickly adjusted their bodies, and stood with their shoulders level behind Liu Yuntian.

"Yuntian, this..."

The voice of the Fifth Uncle Ya trembled slightly. He stared at the huge Eye of Heaven with his eyes, swallowed hard, and clenched his fists unconsciously, with his nails digging deeply into his skin, as if he wanted to vent his inner fear and tension through this action.

The bright red liquid dripped slowly from between his fingers, leaving a small dark mark on the ground.

Fortunately, his body is a mechanical puppet, and the so-called blood is just a simulated form when the mechanical puppet is running, not real blood.

Compared with Liu Yuntian’s previous guard robot puppet, his current robot puppet is already an upgraded version. The previous robot puppets would not have such a realistic blood simulation.

"Where is Wei Hong?" Liu Yuntian looked calm, and his voice was as flat as the water in a deep pool, without the slightest ripple.

"I am here!" Before he finished speaking, a sinister laugh came from the National Defense Army, as if it was the cry of ghosts coming from the Nine Nether Hell.

A black shadow shot out from the army like a ghost, landed steadily in front of Liu Yuntian, knelt on one knee, and raised a cloud of dust.

Liu Yuntian looked down, his face still without any emotion, as if everything in front of him was under his control, "How long have you been with me?"

"It's been seven years, Mr. Liu!" Wei Hong answered without hesitation, his voice revealing a firmness and determination.

"When you came to me, you said that they regarded you as a demon, and that in such a big world, there was no place for you to stay..." Liu Yuntian's voice was low and slow, as if he was telling a story from the dusty past.

Before Liu Yuntian could finish, Wei Hong interrupted him eagerly, his voice carrying a hint of unquestionable determination, "I will never forget Mr. Liu's kindness!"

Liu Yuntian slowly raised his head and cast his gaze towards the huge Eye of Heaven. He saw that Its pupils were like deep whirlpools, still spinning continuously, as if it was looking for something vital in this vast land.

"You said you don't want to live in cowardice, so if you are going to fight, you'll fight the toughest battle, if you are going to fight, you'll fight the strongest person..." Liu Yuntian's words were like a heavy hammer, hitting everyone's eardrums.

He slowly raised his hand, pointing his finger directly at the Eye of Heaven. That hand was firm and powerful, as if it could dispel all fear between heaven and earth. "Now He is here."

"He is the Way of Heaven, are you afraid?!"

Wei Hong did not respond immediately. He kept his head down, his body shaking slightly uncontrollably.

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“Hehehe…” A burst of evil and crazy laughter came out of his mouth, that laughter was full of excitement and determination, “How great! How great!”

"All I ever wanted in my life, today, is to die!"

Hearing this, Liu Yuntian took a step forward, and with steady and powerful movements, he helped Wei Hong up. His expression was cold but with a hint of imperceptible concern, "Do you have any last wishes?"

Wei Hong was stunned at first, then his expression became extremely strange, a hint of ill intent flashed in his eyes, and he slowly glanced at Yuan Sheng behind him.

"I have sworn to take Yuan Sheng's hand!"

When everyone heard this, they seemed to be drawn by an invisible force and all turned their eyes to Yuan Sheng.

"Amitabha..." Yuan Sheng clasped his hands together and chanted the Buddha's name softly.

Although he looked puzzled, as a monk, he had great concentration. He did not ask any questions, nor did he argue at all. He just stood there quietly, his expression as calm as water, as if all the disputes in the world could not disturb his heart.

Liu Yuntian glanced at Yuan Sheng with a sidelong glance, and said in a low voice with an unquestionable majesty, "It's fair. After this battle, his hand will go with you."

In this tense atmosphere, everyone had their own thoughts, and the huge Eye of Heaven was still hanging high in the sky, emitting a chilling aura.

Finally, the Eye of Heaven hanging high in the sky slowly turned, and its sight seemed real, falling heavily on the land of the northern border. To be precise, it was where Liu Yuntian and the others were.

In an instant, everyone's gaze inevitably met the Eye of Heaven.

Those huge eyes were deep and boundless, like a black hole in the universe, emitting a soul-shaking pressure.

The indifference and majesty contained therein, like an invisible force, struck directly into everyone's hearts.

Everyone felt a bone-chilling chill rising rapidly from the soles of their feet and spreading throughout their bodies in an instant.

His legs felt as if the bones had been pulled out and he couldn't help but tremble slightly. The color on his face quickly faded like the tide. Fear was like a cold and sticky vine, climbing madly along the spine and spreading wantonly in everyone's heart.

"It's time, go." Liu Yuntian said to Wei Hong with a calm expression and a firm gaze. Although his voice was not loud, it seemed to carry an unquestionable power.

Wei Hong laughed strangely three times "jiejiejie"; the laughter was sharp and crazy, and seemed particularly abrupt in this depressing atmosphere.

Then, his body was as fast as lightning, he suddenly soared into the air and hovered steadily above the National Protection Army.

"Soldiers!" Wei Hong screamed at the top of his lungs. His sharp voice was like a sharp blade, piercing through the suffocating oppression and spreading throughout the National Protection Army.

"The enemy is coming! Are you ready to let your blood boil in this world?!"

"Wind! Wind! Strong wind!"

"Wind! Wind! Strong wind!"

"Wind! Wind! Strong wind!"

The soldiers shouted in unison, shaking the earth and sky.

They beat their shields rhythmically with their long swords, and the "bang bang bang" sound was like an exciting war drum;

The halberd soldiers held their halberds and pounded the ground hard to the rhythm. The dull "dong dong dong" sound was like the heartbeat of the earth.

These two sounds interweave to form a pre-war movement full of power and determination.

"Here they come!" Wei Hong's eyes suddenly became stern, like two rays of cold light, and five or six daggers appeared in his hands.

Without hesitation, he thrust the dagger into his own aorta with a decisive and ruthless movement.

Then, he slowly pulled out the blade that was already stained with blood. For a moment, his blood gushed out like a broken dam.

The blood splattered in the air, as if blooming into tragic blood flowers.

"Today, facing such a powerful enemy, how can I have a chance of victory if I don't fight with everything? I, Wei Hong, am regarded as a demon by the world. Only by fighting to the death can I repay Mr. Liu's kindness and leave a trace in this world... Now is the final moment!"

Wei Hong roared in his heart, his face full of madness.

"Now is... the moment of violence!" Wei Hong shouted angrily, his voice hoarse, and then he shattered his dantian violently.

In an instant, the vortex of spiritual power belonging to the Void Refinement Stage spread out rapidly with him as the center like a wild horse breaking free from its reins.

The vortex of spiritual energy was mixed with his blood, which evaporated into the air, emitting a strange and strong scent.

After a while, the air gradually became turbid, and a faint green mist rose from the blood and spiritual power emitted by Wei Hong.

The fog spread quickly like a ghost, enveloping the entire army.

There was a faint pungent fishy smell in the mist, as if it came from ancient decay and was nauseating.

Wherever it passed, the stones on the ground seemed to be corroded by some strong acid, making a "sizzling" sound and the surface quickly became mottled.

The soldiers were in it and felt their vision was instantly blocked and everything in front of them was hazy, as if they were in a dark green misty forest.

Breathing became increasingly difficult, and every time I inhaled, it felt as if countless tiny needles were shuttling between my nasal cavity and throat.

However, even so, the fighting spirit in their eyes did not diminish in the slightest, but instead burned even more fiercely in this strange atmosphere.

Everyone who inhaled the dark green mist seemed to be instantly invaded by an evil and violent force.

Their eyes suddenly turned scarlet as blood, and their originally clear eyes were replaced by endless fanaticism.

The heart was beating violently in the chest, as if it was about to break out of the chest. The "boom, boom, boom" sound of the heartbeat seemed particularly abrupt in this tense atmosphere, as if it was a war drum urging them to rush to battle.

At the same time, the spiritual power in their bodies began to become manic and restless as they gradually lost control.

Spiritual energy raged uncontrollably around them, flashing chaotic light, moving like electric snakes and rolling like angry waves.

Liu Yuntian stood in front of the crowd, his posture as straight as a pine tree. He held the long sword in his hand diagonally. The blade flashed a cold and strange light under the reflection of the dark green mist, and its tip pointed directly at the Eye of Heaven hanging high in the sky.

His eyes have trampled all the fear in the world under his feet.

"Start the war!!!"