Chapter 829: The Final Battle At Tianxuan Cliff 11

The Four Seasons Tower's boulder attack was executed with the full force of mystical Qi each time it was launched. One had to make tens of pitches before being swapped and regaining minimal rest. The cycle repeated again and again until there was no distinction between being on loop.

The men were humans too, they were not made of steel. What effect could the fleeting intervals garner? The few experts who bore God's Bones were completely exhausted as well, finding it difficult to keep on pushing themselves.

"This isn't a final battle. This is hard labor! It's better to kill me straight with a slash!" The group bemoaned.

"Why is Yun Yang so preposterous? No matter how high his endurance is, he's made of flesh and blood too. We're people who greeted death in the face plenty of times but we still feel expended when we exert ourselves so vigorously..."

"How does this Yun Yang take it? He's at least ten times more tired than all of us!"

"Is our determination so much weaker than others?"

Similar doubts rose in everyone's mind.

This was their first time being in combat of this manner, but this was also their first time coming across such a bizarre episode! The strange occurrences they had encountered in this Tianxuan battle came one after another without a hitch. It was such a pain in the rear end!

As a wise, intelligent, and astute man, Mr. Nian had long suspected everything that was unfolding before him.

"The strategy should be correct but why is this happening? Has there been some form of deception?"

As Tianxuan Continent's largest and most powerful organization, Mr. Nian and the Four Seasons Tower were unimaginably wealthy. It was well within reason for them to be equipped with an abundant array of spiritual pills and rare medicine. Faced with such intense combat, however, Mr. Nian and the rest could not keep up with the recovery speed of their basic Qi depletion. Otherwise, they would not have fallen to this pitiful state.

In spite of this, Mr. Nian had the nagging feeling that Yun Yang could go on and on to the end of this world should this battle, which had come to a standstill, continue.

How could this be? It was absurd!

Where would the Supreme Cloud find such resources? If he did possess the resources, how could the Nine Supremes have been oppressed back then? There was simply no logic to explain it.

"Seventh Month! Attack aggressively thrice and withdraw for a short break. Try to regain your breath as soon as possible!"

"Yes!"

"The others act as cover. Attack as usual; that should suffice."

A knowing glimmer shone in Mr. Nian's eyes.

'If you really do have something else reserved, it's worth it for me to pay the price of a life in exchange for the truth...'

'If you don't and you're only holding out...'

'Then there's nothing more to be said.'

...

Seventh Month pounced like a bolt of lightning. Two extremely hefty mystical steel daggers were first launched like canons before a special Chinese halberd weighing a few hundred catties was pulled out from behind him as he soared up high and laid the weapons down with a boom.

The pitch was more forceful than all the other previous hauls. It was unassailable, the momentum it was in seemed to be able to move mountains and upend oceans.

Yun Yang flicked the tip of his saber, firstly flinging away the dozens of secret weapons surrounding him, and concentrated a profusion of mystical Qi into the Divine Edge. With a soft buzz, the saber was aimed directly at the falling special Chinese halberd to rebuff it like a cushion of prairie fire.

Clang!

The moment the saber and halberd met each other, Yun Yang sank immediately, as if unable to support the momentum. The pitch by his enemy was indeed too powerful, so much so that even when Yun Yang was already on guard, he still felt strenuous.

Unexpectedly, the weight felt suspicious as it seemed to be increasing continuously. Was his opponent not leaving after a strike? Were they finally changing up their strategy?

Once Yun Yang felt the anomaly the first instance the contact was made, he retracted his saber swiftly and made a quick twirl, becoming a spinning silhouette. He was not avoiding the ambush with speed; it was due to the Divine Edge clutched in his hand that had grown dozens of feet long in a spurt and was driving in like a spear in an incredibly prompt counter.

Seventh Month felt awful, as if being electrocuted when his special Chinese halberd collided harshly against Yun Yang's saber but the halberd that was made entirely out of rare northern ice steel was not destroyed in the clash. Instead, it flew from the impact.

Seeing the opportunity, Seventh Month wrung for the maximum of his mystical Qi and flew following the halberd. Hauling it again, the weapon went towards Yun Yang once more like a storm.

Facing the ethereal saber, winning with strength was the best choice as they could not win with a plotted ambush.

Logically, Seventh Month's timing and execution were to have been perfect. If it had been the others, they might not have done it better than him. The battle today, however, was just logic-defying and extraordinary!

A gigantic long saber was suddenly seen gliding through the air like the roc. It was only a snap of fingers but the saber was already approaching in a lethal force.

How was it so fast?

Seventh Month felt thoroughly chilled, his vision darkening. The special Chinese halberd was still winging it, but it had already turned into the most secure barrier. With how it was still intact despite the hard impact earlier, the final outcome now would not stray too far away from it although the saber had already changed form.

Seventh Month prayed silently in his heart.

In spite of this, the underworld suddenly appeared in front of him. It was so tangible as if the mythical eighteen levels of hell was revealed right before him.

It was during another snap of fingers when Seventh Month's consciousness lost its clarity. In a trance, he felt like all his enemies whom he killed in this lifetime had all gathered here in this present moment. Countless wronged souls and resentful ghosts lunged at him, filling his sight and asking for his life.

He could not help the cry that escaped him, but he could already feel the icy pierce of a saber on his chest.

Yun Yang had looked like he could not even lift his arm from how weary he was and his movements were evidently lacking than they had been but how did he possess such amazing speed now? It did not make sense!

Seventh Month had no time to ponder. Death was already greeting him, so he withdrew instinctively, prioritizing his life. His retreat looked like it could draw hundreds of feet in distance between them.

It was a pity that just as he began moving, there was already an impending form before him. Vaguely, there was a wash of chilling violet that could be glimpsed at - radiant but grim.

Seventh Month cried aloud in fear, his intent to cry for help apparent. That, however, could only be a luxurious thought as his rival would never give him such a chance.

The silhouette flashed again, near him. Seventh Month met Yun Yang's cruel gaze. After that, he was left with the icy feeling on his chest, as if a piece of ice was suddenly stabbed into his heart.

At that moment, he felt inexplicably gratified, even feeling a slightly at ease... Then, it seemed that the similar iciness was felt at his neck.

His hands that had always been stable lost their strength suddenly. The special steel chinse halberd that was not shattered despite crashing against Yun Yang's Divine Edge slipped off of his hands and fell to the ground.

The last of Seventh Month's sight was a headless body that appeared beneath him out of nowhere. His thoughts were scattered now, thinking dazedly, 'Whose body is it? Why isn't there a head...'

Then, he knew nothing more.