Chapter 2805: Chapter 2805
The alien commander, seeing his forces stalled, personally led his elite warriors to the front lines to oversee the battle.
By then, Broken Horn had completed his mission of destroying the altar and arrived behind the enemy army, ready to launch a pincer attack with Ye Liuyun.
Meanwhile, the Demon Vine had snatched away over a hundred elite alien warriors from beneath the Demon-Sealing Stele, while the rest were crushed into the ground by the massive monument. The two of them swiftly divided the spoils of war.
The moment the alien commander laid eyes on the demonic army before him, he knew defeat was inevitable. Just as he was considering retreat, a scout rushed in with urgent news—another alien force had appeared behind them, charging straight for their rear. And leading them was none other than Broken Horn, the blue-armored elder at the ninth level of Dominance.
"We’re done for!"
The commander instantly realized he was doomed.
Gritting his teeth, he glanced at the three human warriors wreaking havoc among his troops.
"Follow me! Let’s take down as many as we can before we fall!" With that, the alien commander rallied his remaining elite warriors and charged straight at Ye Liuyun.
Ye Liuyun didn’t bother assessing their strength. The moment an alien approached, he swung his blade without hesitation.
The first to reach him was a Dominance-level-six warrior, cleaved clean in half with a single stroke. The brutal efficiency sent a shockwave of fear through the oncoming enemies.
Another Dominance-level-six alien lunged at him with a spear, but Ye Liuyun twisted his wrist mid-swing, slicing through both the weapon and its wielder in one fluid motion.
A Dominance-level-seven warrior roared and swung a massive iron hammer downward. Ye Liuyun leaped into the air, his blade descending like a mountain-splitting force.
He wasn’t overthinking his moves—he fought purely by instinct, yet every strike was flawlessly executed, the perfect counter to each opponent.
Blade met hammer. Normally, the weapon of brute force should have prevailed, but Ye Liuyun’s slash cut through the iron like it was nothing more than a ripe melon—splitting both hammer and warrior in two.
"Damn, big bro’s unstoppable!" Thunderclap, watching from the sidelines, couldn’t help but cheer.
This turn of events completely stunned the alien warriors.
Yet Ye Liuyun pressed forward, his relentless advance forcing them to retreat step by step.
"ROAR!"
The alien commander bellowed in fury, cursing his subordinates for their incompetence. Spurred by the reprimand, the alien warriors launched a coordinated assault, their combined power surging toward Ye Liuyun.
By now, a dense aura of blade intent had coalesced around Ye Liuyun, shielding him from most of the attack. Still, the residual force sent him flying backward.
"KILL!"
With a thunderous roar, Ye Liuyun charged back into the fray. His indomitable blade intent refused to accept defeat. In a flash, his saber cleaved toward a seventh-level alien overlord. The alien tried to evade using spatial manipulation, only to find his feet rooted in place under the overwhelming pressure of the blade’s will. Panicking, he threw out a desperate punch to block—but it was too late. The saber split him clean in two.
Yet again, Ye Liuyun was blasted away. But still unharmed, he raised his blade and lunged forward once more.
"What kind of monster is this? Can’t he be killed?"
The alien warriors exchanged stunned glances before regrouping for another joint strike.
This time, Ye Liuyun fought smarter—slashing with his saber while drawing upon the power of his spatial realm for defense.
But to his surprise, the moment he tapped into that energy, the Demon-Slaying Saber seized the opportunity to siphon off a significant portion of it.
Then, without warning, the saber tore free from his grip. It soared into the air above him, its tip pointing menacingly at the alien horde as a deep, resonant hum reverberated through the battlefield.
In the next instant, every battle blade on the battlefield began to hum and tremble in unison—even the weapons held by the doppelganger and Ye Tiandao were no exception.
As the tip of the Demon-Slaying Blade slowly rose, all the swords broke free from their wielders’ grasp, defying control as they soared toward it. One, two... their numbers swelled rapidly.
The scene Ye Liuyun had long dreamed of—ten thousand blades converging—had finally manifested.
Countless weapons surged toward the Demon-Slaying Blade like a frenzied tide. Even the swords of Tian Shi and Ye Tiandao were wrenched from their hands, spiraling through the air to join the gathering storm. Of course, neither of them resisted the pull.
Their blades took up positions beside the Demon-Slaying Blade, flanking it like loyal sentinels.
After circling overhead in a vast, swirling formation, the tens of thousands of swords aligned themselves—tips pointing toward the alien horde. Then, in eerie unison, every blade tilted upward as if lifted by an invisible hand, poised for a devastating strike.
The alien warlords stared in shock, unable to comprehend the force behind such a spectacle. But one thing was clear: this sea of blades boded nothing but doom for them.
The crushing pressure of countless sword auras locked them in place, paralyzing even the boldest among them.
Only when the Demon-Slaying Blade stood fully upright—and every last weapon had mirrored its stance—did it unleash a resonant hum, cleaving straight toward the alien commander.
In that instant, the entire sky descended. Tens of thousands of blades followed, slashing downward in a single, earth-shaking motion.
A chorus of panicked shrieks erupted from the alien ranks, but there was no escape.
The deafening roar of steel drowned out all else, vibrating through the bones of even the mightiest warriors.
And when the Demon-Slaying Blade struck, the alien commander didn’t just die—he was obliterated. Flesh, spirit, everything. Reduced to nothingness.
A long scar of blade energy extended across the void, splitting the entire planet clean in half—even its core energy was severed with surgical precision.
Then came tens of thousands of blades, raining down upon the planet like divine retribution. Every devil creature caught in their path was instantly reduced to ashes. The sheer force of the blades’ intent tore a gaping hole through the planet, shattering its core energy beyond recovery. The world began collapsing at terrifying speed.
Yet, amidst the planetary collapse, not a single sound escaped the onlookers. They simply leaped into the void, their minds still reeling from the cataclysm they had just witnessed. Even the alien army stood frozen in shock, many of their soldiers now weaponless, their hands empty.
Then, the Demon-Slaying Blade—along with every other weapon—burst back through the ruins of the shattered planet. It circled the sky several times before finally descending before Ye Liuyun, who seized it with a firm grip.
Soon after, Tian Shi and Ye Tiandao’s blades also returned to their respective masters. Some of the sentient weapons recognized their wielders instinctively, while those without consciousness clattered uselessly into the void.
Just as everyone began to relax, thinking the spectacle had finally ended—
Tian Shi, held by Ye Liuyun’s clone, suddenly hummed back to life and shot into the sky once more. This time, it took center stage.
The blade stood upright midair, its gleaming edge radiating a blinding light as it resonated, summoning every other weapon.
Without hesitation, the blades converged around Tian Shi once again.
