Neither Byron True nor Quinn Yan retained their previous composure and calmness at this moment. In fact, at the very beginning, none of them took Joe Di seriously. At best, he was just a clever grasshopper who could jump a few times. But now, their strongest defenses had been torn apart by Joe Di's six-blade assault.
Yet they still could not counterattack, because Joe Di's seventh blade was already upon them.
Joe Di's first six blades were unleashed almost simultaneously, the force of the blades crashing down like tidal waves. The surging cosmic blade flow left them no chance to retaliate. With their defensive divine arts torn apart, Joe Di's even stronger seventh blade was already rising—no one could remain calm in the face of such power.
At this moment, they all understood clearly: Joe Di's strength was not inferior to any of theirs.
As the seventh blade struck, Joe Di felt all his essence, energy, and spirit being drained away in an instant. Yet the blade's momentum continued to madly consume his vitality.
Joe Di spat out a mouthful of blood. If he did not abandon the seventh blade now, he feared that once it was unleashed, he himself would be finished.
To give up the seventh blade was tantamount to courting death. If he dared to abandon it now, he would never have another chance to resist Byron True and Quinn Yan.
To rely on Benjamin Edge and the others was like counting on five bystanders who had come just to watch.
Gritting his teeth, Joe Di not only refused to abandon the seventh blade, but also poured his remaining vital energy and divine sense into it, causing its power to surge even further. Even if he died, he would not fall at the hands of Byron True or Quinn Yan.
In just an instant, Joe Di's skin began to shrivel, his hair turned white, and his muscles started to waste away.
He had mastered the divine rule of the seventh blade and could unleash it, but he lacked the ability to control such a rule. This was the drawback of wielding a Dao that exceeded his own cultivation.
Joe Di could only be grateful that his physical body had reached its limit, surpassing even the Saint Body. Otherwise, even if he burned away his entire being, he wouldn't be able to unleash the seventh blade.
The World Tree within Joe Di's world clearly sensed his crisis. Even without waiting for Joe Di's divine sense, the World Tree's vitality poured into him.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
A blade wave over ten thousand feet high swept out. In this moment, everyone facing it felt only one thing: the universe was collapsing, chaos was shattering...
No one could escape this terrifying collapse and shattering of chaos; the only choice was to face it. If you survived, it was your luck; if not, it would be your grave.
Crack! Joe Di's long blade shattered once more into fragments, and the force that had been draining his essence and blood instantly disappeared.
Joe Di sighed inwardly. Although the shattering of his blade meant he no longer had to burn his remaining blood and bones, he also knew that this strike would not be enough to kill Byron True or Quinn Yan.
Boom boom boom! Crack crack crack!
The Treasure Hall began to collapse, turning into endless fragments and dust under the ten-thousand-foot blade wave. Everything in the path of the blade's momentum was leveled.