Yan Nan was an Immortal King of the two hundred and forty-first immortal cultivation world. Not long ago, while they were in battle, reinforcements from the Shitian tribe suddenly arrived. They could not resist and three Immortal Kings were sacrificed in an instant. They had no choice but to withdraw from the battlefield and return to the low-end battlefield below.
But he despaired to find that the low-end battlefield appeared even more tragic. In just one day, they had already lost three-quarters of their cultivators.
This made Yan Nan's eyes redden. He realized that the human race of their world might truly be doomed!
Should they retreat?
He glanced back. Besides cultivators, their world was also populated by ordinary people who were powerless.
Once this terrifying racial war invaded, it would be an unimaginable disaster for them.
No matter where they retreated, they could not escape.
This was because Wang Teng had already educated them about the Shitian tribe's talents, their ability to easily break through planar barriers. Just a planar barrier away, to the kings of the Shitian tribe, was like paper.
"Elder Yan, should we retreat? We can't resist at all! If this continues, all of us will be buried here!"
An immortal cried out as he asked Yan Nan.
Yan Nan's eyes were fierce, and he said angrily, "Retreat? If we can't resist, do you think the others in our immortal cultivation world can? If we fall, the human race will truly be extinct!"
After speaking, Yan Nan set an example, saying no more, and directly charged towards the Shitian tribe kings who had followed them.
"I will not fail humanity!"
Countless sword energies erupted from his side.
He was a sword cultivator, and sword cultivators could never retreat.
"Boom!"
A large hammer directly smashed over, blocking Yan Nan's dense flying swords.
Then, a burly Shitian tribe king with a ferocious expression charged towards Yan Nan, "Human! Run like a stray dog!"
Yan Nan hated his own powerlessness. He didn't know what he could do, but he knew he had to fight.
His flying swords splattered in the sky, constantly attacking the Shitian tribe king in front of him.
But soon, other Shitian tribe kings arrived. Yan Nan alone was not enough.
"Damn it! How can I fall here?"
"Myriad Swords Return as One!"
Yan Nan formed seals with his hands, and then the dense flying swords condensed and charged towards a Shitian tribe king in front of him.
"Ah!!"
With a scream, the Shitian tribe king's body was pierced by the dense flying swords.
"Hahaha! Demonic Body Sacrifices to Heaven!"
With a roar, the Shitian tribe king, pierced by the flying swords, instantly saw his aura surge. Then, with a brief burst of power, he sent Yan Nan flying with a single punch.
"Kill you!"
Yan Nan's aura had weakened significantly. Another Shitian tribe king took the opportunity to launch a sneak attack. Although he tried his best to dodge, he still lost an arm.
Looking at the great hammer just inches away, Yan Nan gave a wry smile.
"No regrets, but truly incapable!"
He felt that he could no longer fight. An Immortal King might fall here.
However, at this moment, the sword in his hand suddenly let out an impassioned hum, becoming unusually excited.
"Sword hum? What happened?"
Yan Nan looked up at the void in panic. In a blur, he saw a figure shattering the void and arriving.
That person possessed the aura of a sword cultivator, yet was different from ordinary sword cultivators.
He was like a towering mountain, like a peak that could never be reached in this life.
"Sword Emperor..."
Yan Nan's expression was one of horror. He was already the most powerful sword cultivator in their world, and seeing a Sword Emperor at this moment, he was greatly shocked.
A heavy voice resounded, "Myriad Mile Heavenly Abyss, protect my human race!"
"Boom!"
The Sword Emperor drew his sword and slashed forward.
A sword screen covering the entire world appeared, and the world seemed to be divided. Thick sword intent rose from the ground.
It was like a tall wall, dividing the battlefield into two halves.
Yan Nan was completely stunned. Suddenly, he felt a great sense of security!
Although this sword intent was not quite right, it did not have the sharp killing intent of ordinary sword cultivators, but it gave him a solid sense of security.
This Sword Emperor was none other than Luo Xiaowei, who had just rushed over from the third immortal cultivation world.
After unleashing this sword, Luo Xiaowei also let out a heavy sigh of relief.
"Fortunately, I didn't come too late."
His appearance directly broke the balance of the entire battlefield. The thick sword intent exerted immense pressure on the Shitian tribesmen here, making it almost impossible for them to breathe.
Although Luo Xiaowei walked the path of defensive swordplay, when any path reached its peak, it would undergo a transformation, giving you unexpected surprises.
Looking at the somewhat bewildered battlefield, Luo Xiaowei unleashed his second sword: "Sword Intent Protection!"
Then, the remaining more than 300,000 cultivators on the battlefield all lit up with a golden light, and a small flying sword rotated on each of them.
After doing this, Luo Xiaowei didn't have time to continue.
This was because he had now broken the rules, infuriating those Shitian tribe Supremes. If they came and self-destructed directly on the battlefield, it would be troublesome.
Now, several Shitian tribe Supremes were angrily charging towards Luo Xiaowei.
He immediately turned to leave, but Yan Nan shouted, "Senior! We..."
Luo Xiaowei left behind a sentence: "Everyone retreat back within the sword screen. You are absolutely safe inside the sword screen. I'll go support your Immortal Emperor seniors first!"
In an instant, Luo Xiaowei's figure had disappeared.
For a moment, the battlefield seemed to have come to a standstill.
And that great hammer was smashing towards Yan Nan's face.
Yan Nan's expression changed drastically. Just now, he could face death with resolve, but now that there was hope of survival, he was not so eager to die.
He laboriously raised his sword-wielding hand to block the attack in front of him.
"Dong!!"
A muffled impact sound came, and Yan Nan felt a huge impact force, his entire arm going numb.
However, in the next moment, the sword intent left by Luo Xiaowei on him instantly erupted.
"Boom!"
A massive impact force sent the Shitian tribe Supreme wielding the great hammer flying backward.
Yan Nan's face lit up with joy, and he thanked Luo Xiaowei a thousand times in his heart.
But he knew that they should retreat to the defensive line Luo Xiaowei had drawn for them.
He roared, "Retreat! Everyone retreat into the sword screen. They can't break through!"
The Shitian tribe was also extremely angry. When Luo Xiaowei appeared, they were quite panicked.
But now that they knew Luo Xiaowei would not forcefully intervene in their battle, they wanted to finish the fight quickly.
Who knew that these two swords left by Luo Xiaowei would make their impending victory so difficult to advance!
"Chase! Kill them all! Don't let them get in!"
"Ah! Damn it, they have sword intent left by Luo Xiaowei! We can't break through!"
The Shitian tribe army, several times larger than the human numbers, was quickly left behind. They stared at each other, trying to break through this thick sword screen.
As a result, no matter how hard they tried, it remained unmoved.
"I'm afraid only Supremes can open it..."
"What should we do now? This sword screen has also sealed the planar barrier."
"Ah, motherfucker! How can there be such a disgusting sword cultivator!"