This Sword Cultivator is Somewhat Dependable

The Jiaolong Demon King glanced over and saw only a pitch-dark expanse beneath him, like a black hole that swallowed everything, with no visible bottom, and no knowing where it led.

Roar!

With a roar of fury, the Jiaolong Demon King’s body violently thrashed, suddenly coming to a rigid halt midair for a moment, before he began to struggle against the pull of the Spiritual Abyss.

The power of the Spiritual Abyss at this time had almost reached the Jiaolong Demon King’s limit of endurance, but it still had not surpassed that boundary.

Using his formidable strength, the Jiaolong Demon King was still able to wriggle free from the gravitational pull of the Spiritual Abyss.

This was also why the Jiaolong Demon King had resolutely chosen to take the risk and save Jiao Yan.

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The reason he made such an irrational decision, other than the father-son bond that urged him on, was the great confidence his overwhelming strength gave him.

"We’ve lost," Xue Zhuyong said, his face as gloomy as water.

The Sword Master was already heavily injured by this time, with no strength left to continue the fight.

He himself still had some strength left, but by the time he could launch another attack at the Jiaolong Demon King, the demon would have already put a distance from the Spiritual Abyss.

"Why is Master Mo there?!" Zang Xiaojian, who had been closely following the battle, suddenly cried out in alarm.

Lu Qingshan, standing beside Zang Xiaojian, narrowed his eyes.

Mo Yan, who had been with them, had disappeared without them noticing, and at this moment, he had eerily appeared at the edge of the Spiritual Abyss.

From their current position to the Spiritual Abyss, calculating the time needed to reach—the moment Daozheng appeared, Mo Yan had already started to move.

"What does he want to do?" Lu Qingshan muttered.

Xue Zhuyong’s eyes widened dramatically, panic written all over his face.

A red and blue firelight enveloped Mo Yan’s entire body.

Those were the two types of Netherfire that Mo Yan had refined.

A terrifying aura that seemed to pulverize everything pulsed violently from Mo Yan.

Although Mo Yan possessed exceptional combat power, he was ultimately a Foundation Establishment Cultivator. To threaten a Fourth Grade peak Jiaolong Demon King, even in his current weakened state, was an outright fantasy.

He understood this as well.

Hence, what Mo Yan used was not his own strength, but the power of the Netherfire.

The power of Netherfire was wildly violent and incompatible with any other force. Upon contact, it would cause fierce explosions.

This was one of the reasons why refining Netherfire was so difficult.

The power of one type of Netherfire was already terrifying, so what kind of horrific power would result from a combination of two Netherfires?

Mo Yan didn’t know.

But he understood that this was the most powerful attack he could muster in theory.

So, he became a vessel, fusing the Cold Spirit Netherfire with the Red Lotus Netherfire upon his physical body, turning into a human bomb as he hurtled toward the Jiaolong Demon King.

Even with the strength to Incinerate Body, merging Netherfire was still a forbidden domain that not just any minor Foundation Establishment Cultivator should touch.

Even before making contact with the Jiaolong Demon King, Mo Yan’s body was already torn and bleeding profusely, with the blood that flowed being instantly incinerated into nothingness by the flames enveloping his body.

Seeing this, it was clear that without the boost from Incinerate Body, Mo Yan would have likely turned to ash on the spot.

Mo Yan’s face contorted with spasms, enduring excruciating pain, while his pitch-black eyes were filled with determination and murderous intent.

Finally, the two Netherfires merged, the red and blue colors intermingling, each containing elements of the other.

At the moment of the Netherfires’ fusion, Mo Yan’s body trembled, letting out a muffled groan.

Smoke began to rise from his body.

"Let’s die together!" Mo Yan shouted madly in his heart.

He was well aware that such an act would undoubtedly seem incomprehensible to others, even foolish, but when he made his decision, he did not hesitate in the least.

Within every person’s heart are their own steadfast beliefs and convictions.

This was Mo Yan’s conviction!

At that moment, it seemed as if heaven and earth themselves had gone silent. Behind Mo Yan trailed a long tail of flame, like a meteor, and he finally collided with the Jiaolong Demon King’s massive body.

The red and blue Netherfires fused around him began to contract violently before exploding with force.

The Jiaolong Demon King felt an unbearable heat and an unstoppable force, coupled with the pull of the Spiritual Abyss. No longer able to struggle, he plummeted toward the depths of the Spiritual Abyss at a blistering speed.

Of course, the same went for Mo Yan.

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Under the force of inertia, Mo Yan and the Jiaolong Demon King fell into the Spiritual Abyss together.

Mo Yan, his face pale, looked toward Lu Qingshan nearby, his breath so weak he could no longer speak, only able to mouth words toward Lu Qingshan.

"My mother, please take care of her..."

But as everyone watched in stunned silence, another figure dashed toward the perilous depth of the Spiritual Abyss with determined momentum.

It was Xue Zhuyong!

The instant he noticed Mo Yan’s move, without a thought, Xue Zhuyong reflexively transformed into a streak of Escaping Light and flew over.

He was determined to save his child!

Xue Zhuyong’s decisiveness caught up with him.

In mid-air, Xue Zhuyong grabbed Mo Yan’s hand.

The next moment, an intensely powerful surge of Spiritual Power rose from Xue Zhuyong’s body.

Like the Sword Master, he burned his Essence Blood without any reservation, regardless of the irreparable damage it would inflict on his own path to cultivation, and with Mo Yan’s hand in his, he exploded with power, flying upward, attempting to break free from the pull of the Spiritual Abyss.