Fighting: Practice makes it real, start with a poisonous body.

Yan Jin wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, a crazy determination flashing in his eyes, and gritted his teeth, saying, "Even if I can't hold on, I have to hold on!"
The foundation of the Yan Clan lies here. If the great formation is broken, we will all die without a burial place!

"Pass on my order: all Yan Clan disciples, regardless of their cultivation level, must pour their battle qi into the array's foundation. Even if it means burning away their bloodline, they must defend the great array!"

"Yes!"

The order was given, and although the Flame Clan disciples were filled with fear, they did not hesitate for a moment. They all sat cross-legged and continuously channeled their fiery battle qi into the array base!

“Buzz buzz—!”

In an instant, red light filled the Flame Realm, and countless energy beams converged toward the array's core, briefly brightening the originally dim flame screen.

But this feeble resistance seemed so pale and powerless in the face of absolute power.

High above, Su Yun took in the struggles of the Flame Realm, a cold smile playing on his lips: "A death throes, all in vain."

"You think you can hold the great formation with this little strength? Absolutely not!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Su Yun's purple-gold dragon and phoenix aura surged suddenly. He lightly tapped his feet on the vehicle frame, and his figure leaped out like an arrow, hovering in the high sky between Dragon Island and Flame Realm.

“Clang, clang, clang—!”

He slowly raised the Emperor-Slaying Sword at his waist, and a dazzling purple-gold light instantly erupted from the blade. The terrifying sword energy spread out like a tsunami, completely distorting and shattering the surrounding space.

"cut!"

Su Yun let out a low shout and swung his arm violently. The Emperor-Slaying Sword, with its earth-shattering power, slashed down fiercely at the Blazing Sky Formation below!

A massive purple-gold sword aura erupted from the sword, like a giant dragon spanning the heavens and earth, carrying a sharp killing intent, and slashed straight at the curtain of flames.

"Tear-!"

The purple-gold sword energy collided violently with the flame light barrier!

The cracks on the flame barrier spread wildly in an instant, and the red light that had briefly appeared was completely extinguished. The illusory phantom of the Vermilion Bird that had been hovering within it let out a mournful cry and then vanished completely into the world.

With a crisp "crack", the Fiery Sky-Burning Array, the last barrier protecting the Yan Clan for eternity, shattered!

The sword energy, still powerful, cleaved straight into the ground of the Flame Realm. A huge gash was cleaved into the ground of the Flame Realm.

Countless Yan Clan disciples were caught in the blast of sword energy and torn to pieces, with blood and limbs flying everywhere, creating a horrific scene.

Yan Jin was violently thrown back by the shockwave from the shattered formation, crashing heavily to the ground and spitting out a mouthful of blood, his face instantly turning deathly pale.

He stared at the massive gash that stretched across the Flame Realm, his eyes filled with despair and blankness: "It's broken... it really is broken..."

"Your Majesty is mighty!"

Upon seeing the Fiery Sky-Burning Formation broken, the beast army erupted in thunderous cheers, their morale reaching its peak.

Su Yun sheathed the Emperor-Slaying Sword, hovering high in the sky, his gaze coldly surveying the chaotic Flame Realm below. He gave a deep order: "The Flame Heaven-Burning Formation has been broken. Army, march forth with full force! Annihilate the Flame Clan!"

"Yes! Your Majesty!"

Huang Tian, ​​transformed into a golden phoenix, let out a clear cry and rushed towards the Flame Realm; the Northern Dragon King's black dragon body swayed, carrying a monstrous chill as he followed closely behind!

Billions of orc warriors surged into the Flame Realm like a flood bursting its banks!

"No, no!"

"Let me go!"

"..."

Countless ferocious beasts roared and charged into the Yan Clan's buildings, smashing houses to pieces. Screams, cries, and the sounds of clashing weapons mingled together, creating a tragic song of despair!

Yan Jin struggled to his feet. Seeing the beast army swarming into the Flame Realm like locusts and his people falling one after another, a crazy killing intent flashed in his eyes.

He gripped the flaming longsword at his waist tightly and roared, "So what if the formation is broken! There are no cowards among the sons of the Flame Clan who die without a fight! Today, even if we fight to the last man, we will make these beast scum pay the price! Issue my order: all Flame Clan disciples, fight to the death with me!"

"Fight to the death! Fight to the death! Fight to the death!"

The desperate roars transformed into earth-shattering battle cries, igniting the fear in the eyes of the Yan Clan disciples with their burning passion.

They all raised their weapons, their bodies ablaze with fiery battle aura, and gathered towards the entrance to the Flame Realm!

In an instant, flames raged within the Flame Realm, and countless streams of fiery battle energy converged into a scorching torrent. Even though they knew the disparity in strength was vast, it still exuded a ruthless determination to destroy everything in its path.

"kill!"

With a furious roar, Yan Jin's body suddenly swelled, and his fiery battle aura surged out like a volcanic eruption, instantly spreading out the terrifying pressure of an eight-star Dou Sheng!
He drew his flaming longsword from his waist, and the blade was instantly enveloped in raging flames. The blade's light surged a hundred feet, and he slashed fiercely down at the beast army!

"Shoot-"

A blazing sword aura swept across the battlefield, cleaving countless orc warriors in two, their blood and limbs flying everywhere!
Under the pressure of the Eight-Star Dou Sheng, those ordinary ferocious beasts couldn't even move. They could only lie on the ground trembling, and were turned into mincemeat by the aftershocks of the sword energy.

Flame Ember charged into the orc army like a god of war. With each swing of his flaming longsword, a shower of blood rained down. Wherever the golden blade touched, orc warriors fell to the ground, none of them able to withstand a single blow from him.

"The patriarch is mighty!"

Seeing Yan Jin unleash his power, the morale of the Yan Clan disciples instantly soared to its peak.

They followed closely behind Yan Jin, charging into the enemy ranks like tigers descending a mountain. Their fiery battle aura clashed with the beastmen's attacks, unleashing a dazzling light.

The initially one-sided battle situation has gradually shown signs of reversal due to Yan Jin's powerful outburst.

Although the beast army was large in number, the front line of the army collapsed instantly under the slaughter of Yan Jin, an eight-star Dou Sheng. Countless warriors began to flee backward, and the original earth-shaking roars turned into terrified cries.

"Defeated? Yan Jin's strength is terrifyingly real!"

Huang Tian looked astonished, not expecting that the Yan Clan could still unleash such formidable combat power even in dire straits.

The Northern Dragon King frowned as well: "If this continues, our army will suffer extremely heavy losses."

"waste."

Su Yun snorted coldly, and with a flick of his right hand, an ancient-style banner appeared in his palm.

The banner was entirely black, engraved with countless mysterious runes. On the banner surface, countless wronged souls seemed to be howling, emanating a terrifying and chilling aura.

Su Yun's expression was icy. He stretched out his hand, and holy power poured into the Emperor's Banner continuously.

The banner instantly burst forth with a dazzling black light, and a gigantic phantom slowly emerged from it. The phantom wore an ancient medicinal robe, and was surrounded by a rich medicinal fragrance and terrifying holy power!

"Roar--!"

The remnant soul of the Medicine Emperor let out a roar that was not human, and the terrifying pressure of the Nine-Star Battle Saint descended like a curtain from the sky, instantly freezing the space of the entire Flame Realm.

Yan Jin, who was slaughtering the beast army, suddenly froze, the color draining from his face, his eyes filled with disbelief and horror: "Medicine Emperor?!"

Several core elders were also terrified by this oppressive aura, their hands instantly stopping, their faces filled with despair.

"kill!"

Su Yun spoke coldly.

"Roar--!"

The remnant soul of the Medicine Emperor charged towards Yan Jin like an arrow released from a bow. Its holy power surged wildly, and with a casual wave of its hand, a massive black palm print slammed down towards Yan Jin!

"Bam—!"

The black palm print slammed into Yan Jin's body, and the defense formed by the flame battle aura shattered instantly like paper!
Yan Jin groaned, spitting out a mouthful of blood as his body flew backward like a kite with a broken string, severely injured! (End of Chapter)