"Forget about Allclan Sanctuary! Everyone, attack with everything you've got! This is his final divine art!" Austen Ao roared madly. He now understood that Joe Di's strength was in no way inferior to his own, and most terrifying of all, Joe Di's technique was utterly unfazed by being besieged. This was absolutely not the time for hesitation.
At that moment, every cultivator in Allclan Sanctuary rushed out of their own abodes.
Clearly, in this great battle, neither side cared whether Allclan Sanctuary would be destroyed. If you still remained in your dwelling, it was as good as courting death. Yet no one left; such a world-shaking battle was far too rare, and no one wanted to miss the chance to witness it.
Yuan Changxiao's eyes were filled with shock. Only now did he realize that Joe Di was not inferior to him at all. In fact, if he fought Joe Di one-on-one, he might not even be a match.
Joe Di, however, was growing increasingly anxious. He knew that once this wave of his blade's surge subsided, it would be the enemy's turn to attack. Though he did not fear them, the experts of the Redlin Clan would surely arrive in time, and then he might find himself trapped.
It wasn't that he feared Austen Ao and the others' divine arts—he could block those. What worried him was that the Redlin Clan might employ a war of attrition once they arrived. The seventh wave of his blade surge was powerful, but still couldn't kill Austen Ao. Ideally, just as his seventh wave was being suppressed, the Redlin Clan experts would rush in; only then could his Time's Fourth Loom unleash its greatest power.
A Quintessence Saint of the Fifth Step was vastly stronger than a Fourth Step Edict Saint. If Austen Ao weren't here to block his domain and blade surge, those Fourth Step Edict Saints would have already been slain.
Sensing Austen Ao and the others' frenzy, Joe Di let out a long howl. Dao rhythm and momentum surged around him, chaotic primal energy filling the rolling force. The seventh wave of blade surge, still forming a moment ago, instantly transformed into a torrent over fifty million feet long, sweeping forth.
The Endless Blade Curtain stretched ninety thousand miles, descending as boundless killing intent, condensing into an unending tide of blade waves!
Whether or not the Redlin Clan experts could catch this fleeting burst of Time's Fourth Loom, he would reap a harvest with it first. If the Redlin Clan experts arrived, he'd simply leave. With Allclan Sanctuary destroyed, no one could stop Joe Di from leaving.
The killing Dao rhythm within the blade waves was tangible. Including Austen Ao, every expert besieging Joe Di knew that if they couldn't withstand this wave, none of them would survive. But if they could block it, then Joe Di would surely die.
No reminder from Austen Ao was needed; every expert attacking Joe Di was frantically burning their Dao rhythm or essence blood. Each magic treasure, under the pressure of the terrifying blade surge, unleashed an unstoppable aura of slaughter.
At this moment, it was kill or be killed. No one on this battlefield had any way out.
Austen Ao desperately wanted to unleash the Thunder Hammer Arrow. He was certain it could seriously wound Joe Di, but he also understood that if he did, even if billions of thunder arrows pierced Joe Di's wall of blade waves, their losses would be no less than Joe Di's.
Aside from himself, no Fourth Step Edict Saint could block Joe Di's blade surge. If it broke through his defense, the casualties would be catastrophic. All those present today were Golden Armored Paragons of Allclan Sanctuary.
After only a moment's hesitation, Austen Ao's Thunder Hammer also transformed into a sea of lightning. Though it didn't span tens of millions of feet, it swept across the sky, surging toward the oncoming blade waves.
All Fourth Step Edict Saints suppressed by Joe Di's Chronoweave Blade Art and time-space domain felt a sudden relief. They frantically unleashed their strongest divine arts—some at the terrifying blade waves, others directly at Joe Di.
Even the Fourth Step Edict Saints watching from afar were shaken to the core. If they ever faced Joe Di's terrifying blade surge, they knew death would be their only fate.
The killing Dao rhythm of this blade surge was so intense that even their divine senses couldn't touch it, let alone resist it with their own arts. The more powerful cultivators could tell: if Austen Ao hadn't been the first to face Joe Di, the dozen or so Fourth Step Edict Saints who joined him would have already been slaughtered.
It was clear that when Joe Di killed three Redlin Clan Edict Saints earlier, it was no sneak attack. With such strength, did he even need to rely on ambush?
Though neither divine sense nor sight could penetrate Joe Di's terrifying time-space domain or his blade surge, everyone knew this was the crucial moment of life and death. Both sides had no intention of dragging things out—they attacked with full force from the start.
The towering blade surge finally collided with a myriad of divine arts. The boundless sea of lightning was instantly torn apart at the shoreline.
The shoreline of the sea of lightning was ripped open, and the thunderous bolts and patterns within erupted like a sudden avalanche, exploding in an instant.
The aura of death filled this entire world. Those cultivators not far enough away were swept up by the avalanche-like collapse of the sea of lightning, reduced to dust in a heartbeat.
All the onlookers retreated madly. They sensed that this was not yet the most terrifying moment—the true horror would be unleashed when Joe Di's forty or fifty million-foot blade surge finally collapsed.
That blade surge had not collapsed yet. Once it did, how many lives would be lost?
"You dare kill Edict Saints of the Redlin Clan? You're courting death..." A furious roar echoed from afar. Unlike the retreating onlookers, dozens of powerful figures charged toward the collapsing sea of lightning and the imminent collapse of the blade surge.
"Hahahaha..." Austen Ao burst into wild laughter, elated. Though his sea of lightning collapsed first, he could sense that Joe Di's blade surge was about to collapse as well.
Now that the Redlin Clan experts had come to help, no matter how strong Joe Di was, he had nowhere to escape. Austen Ao, who had been worried before, now felt his momentum soar. He even charged toward the blade surge himself—he absolutely couldn't let the Redlin Clan take Joe Di away.
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Whoosh! Joe Di's tens of millions-foot blade surge finally collapsed, scattering into billions of shards of blade light.
Yet Joe Di did not retreat in the slightest. Instead, he stepped forward into those billions of blade shards, unleashing endless Dao rhythm hand seals. The shattered blade waves did not dissipate; instead, they condensed and exploded again!
Blade force gathers, killing rhythm rises!
Time's Fourth Loom—chaotic stones pierce the sky, raging waves crash against the shore, rolling up a thousand heaps of snow...
It was as if giant waves crashed against the reefs. The seventh wave of Time's Third Loom struck Austen Ao's sea of lightning and countless divine arts, erupting into a sky full of terrifying fragments of killing blade intent.
Austen Ao's face turned deathly pale—he knew he'd been careless. He had thought Joe Di's Time's Third Loom was his strongest technique, and that nothing stronger could appear.
But Joe Di not only unleashed an even stronger technique—he had used their own divine arts' power to amplify his killing intent to its peak. It was as if they had helped Joe Di strengthen his killing Dao rhythm, only to be attacked by it themselves.
With such terrifying killing blade force, how many could survive today? Austen Ao saw a gray light pass through Joe Di's left shoulder, but felt no joy—he knew this was probably the last injury Joe Di would suffer.
Splurt! Blood erupted everywhere, accompanied by muffled groans. Austen Ao didn't need to look to know that both his own men and the Redlin Clan cultivators who rushed into Joe Di's final divine art had become the prey of their enemy.
Bang! In just a moment of distraction, several blade shards pierced Austen Ao's body. A sense of grand Dao decay washed over him—he dared not linger another second. Without hesitation, he grabbed a talisman to activate it.
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