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Ye Yongqiang is not dead, but he has suffered severe injuries. More importantly, his spirit has collapsed, crumbling from the soul level, and he seems somewhat insane, unable to fight anymore.

"Kill! Everyone must die! Everyone must die!" Ye Yongqiang lay on the ground, eyes closed, shouting as blood spurted from his wounds, yet he continued to struggle incessantly.

Several medical personnel were pushed away by him, not allowing anyone to approach.

Compared to ordinary team members, his strength was formidable, even when injured.

As a result, those medical personnel were hesitant and dared not step forward.

Su Changxing approached, stopping Ye Yongqiang’s struggle with one hand, and looked at him, asking, "Do you recognize me?"

Perhaps intimidated by the overwhelming strength, Ye Yongqiang quieted down immediately, opened his eyes, and stared blankly at Su Changxing:

"Lea... Leader?"

He seemed to recognize him; even under such circumstances, he still recognized Su Changxing.

This was indeed quite difficult.

Su Changxing looked at his state, stayed silent for a while, and took out a drop of Blood of Madness from the Pocket Galaxy, dropping it into Ye Yongqiang’s mouth.

If it continued like this, Ye Yongqiang would be as good as dead, so they had to take a gamble.

The Blood of Madness had a certain probability of treating Ye Yongqiang’s soul collapse, though there was also a chance it would kill him.

However, doing this would certainly lead to Ye Yongqiang turning into a monster due to a loss of spirit control, so it was a choice of no choice.

Immediately afterwards, Su Changxing hurried to the front battlefield with Hua san, estimating that Zhou An could hardly hold out any longer. Not only Zhou An, but the entire front battlefield of Seventeen was also showing signs of collapse.

At the western battlefield along the Upper Mountain Ridge front, Lin Xiuyu triggered the Death Curse, and the overwhelming blood aura was visible from afar, mixing with black fog like a colorful cloud.

Such a situation would likely lead to mutual destruction, a scenario no one wanted to see, benefiting no one.

After all, they were human, sharing even a common goal, just different in will, differing in paths, leading to conflict.

Such conflicts were unavoidable, like the numerous wars in human history; where there were humans, there would be war, where there was life, there would be struggle.

This was probably also the essence of life.

...

Blood dyed the ground, as fresh corpses piled one upon another, forming heaps of various sizes.

Zhou An stood amongst these heaps, back straight, his tattered coat flapping in the wind, he glanced sidelong at the old man’s body hung on the flagpole, then burst into laughter, shouting forward:

"You are no match for me! Just a bunch of scoundrels, fleeing and then returning, there’s no place for you here anymore."

Standing before Zhou An were sixteen people dressed in black combat suits. Each of them held a dark green longsword; they varied in age and gender, yet their aura was similar enough that if not felt carefully, one might think they were the same person.

They were the sharpest swords of the Upper Church, the Sixteen Swordsmen of the Celestial Vein, combining sixteen different but similar domains to form the Eight-direction Wind and Rain Sword Array.

The Extraordinary System having matured, could cultivate fixed domains in a fixed manner.

This Eight-direction Wind and Rain Sword Array had a very ancient heritage, originating from the Ancient Era’s Saint Mo, initially only executable by those in the Early Saint Realm.

However, after continuous improvements by later generations, now sixteen cultivators in the Divinity Transformation Realm could execute it in coordination with their domains, with enormous power, even capable of being a Saint Slayer.

In the black mist, countless blades danced in the sky, endlessly interweaving in a pattern, imposing an oppressive momentum, suppressing this demon firmly.

The Eight-direction Wind and Rain Sword Array was majestic and grand, made even more so by the sixteen people executing it together.

This was specifically prepared for Zhou An, this demon, with the intention to kill him. If Zhou An could be killed, then Seventeen would likely crumble without attack.

Facing the sky full of blades, Zhou An had only one sword and a copper-yellow flying saber, both marred by mottled rust, appearing decrepit.

"Demon, meet your death! Today, there’s no escape for you. Dying under our senior and junior brothers’ Wind and Rain Sword Array is your honor."

The leading middle-aged man spoke calmly to Zhou An.

In a single combat scenario, not one of them would be a match for Zhou An, but today Zhou An would undoubtedly die under this Wind and Rain Sword Array.

Not far away, a hunched, white-bearded old man watched the scene with a smile:

"This Zhou, the demon, is indeed a genius in Sword Dao, reaching this level in such a short time. What a pity, had he not taken the wrong path, he might have been spared."

The young man in blue beside him asked full of puzzlement: "Why is that? Isn’t he a demon?"

The old man shook his head, smiling as he said: "Just a title, ordinary people aren’t qualified to be called a demon. You need to kill people, one can’t kill so many otherwise."

While speaking, the young man glanced at the talisman paper in his hand, his expression changing dramatically: "Master Ancestor, on the eastern battlefield, Tao Yunzhi, Tao Baibai, and Hui Jia were all wiped out!"

"It seems they have new reinforcements entering the battlefield, most likely the previous leader of Seventeen."

Hearing this, the white-bearded old man’s expression did not change much because he knew nothing could alter today’s situation, only the process differed.

"No worries, let him come, I rather want to see what kind of person he is." the white-bearded old man spoke indifferently, continuing to watch the flying blades in the sky, seemingly appreciating them.

The young man pondered for a while, then asked seriously: "Shouldn’t we stop him? According to the information from the National Council, this person’s power should be on par with this demon, and there might be considerable trouble."

This world’s Heavenly Dao ultimately bound them, forcing careful arrangements.

The white-bearded old man still wore a smile and said: "If he doesn’t come, I’ll think more highly of him."

Although the young man was doubtful in his heart, he didn’t dare to argue at all, nodded, indicating his understanding.

Facing the imposing Eight-direction Wind and Rain Sword Array, Zhou An showed no fear, controlling the flying sword, slashing out one by one, each very earnestly, with each sword’s power greater than the last.

"What utterly rubbish sword array, let’s just see if it can even be beaten!"

He shouted, increasing his sword strikes’ speed, seemingly attacking mindlessly yet actually meticulously sensing the Eight-direction Wind and Rain Sword Array.

He knew too, if a flaw in this sword array couldn’t be found, today would surely spell death!