The eight Sacred Spirits broke through the Sovereign Lords' layered blockade and surged straight toward Ruoxi. Ruoxi wasn't idle either—at that very moment she erupted with formidable power, tore through the Ink Clan Sovereign Lords' encirclement, and raced to join the Sacred Spirits.
Drawing on the might of the Nine Palaces Formation, the crisis that had seemed inescapable was resolved in an instant.
By the time Ruoxi converged with the eight Sacred Spirits, the tide of battle had already turned.
The human army that had escorted the Sacred Spirits here did not linger. Instead it swept onward like a flood, carving an arc through the void, looping wide before plunging back into the original battlefield. With the Small Stone Clan's forces desperately holding the line, the two armies reunited and continued their brutal struggle against the Ink Clan.
Chunyang Pass had been utterly shattered. The Demon-Repression Platform lay in fragments. Of the human warships, barely a handful remained. In these final moments of the war, the external forces upon which humanity could rely had dwindled to almost nothing.
All they had left was a wall forged of flesh and blood!
In the void, Zhang Ruoxi had joined forces with the eight Sacred Spirits. Her hands gripped the Tianxing Sword tightly as Sovereign Lords closed in from every direction.
She murmured softly, "There isn't much time…"
The eight Sacred Spirits did not possess the strength of her former personal guard. Forcing them into formation like this would cause tremendous damage to their physical bodies, and the erosion from a wisp of Zhuozhao and Youying's divine consciousness was an even greater hidden threat.
If this battle could not be ended quickly, the Sacred Spirits would inevitably explode and die. Even if any survived by sheer luck, their souls would be obliterated.
Among these eight Sacred Spirits, she spotted Yang Xiao and Su Yan…
She knew both of them were the Master's closest kin. This battle absolutely could not be lost!
Setting aside the Sacred Spirits, even she herself could not endure much longer. Her own Tianxing bloodline was burning away. With the assistance of Brother Huang and Sister Lan, she was forcibly maintaining the balance of the solar and lunar forces within her body. But once her bloodline burned to nothing, that balance would shatter completely.
She raised her sword and charged forward with savage ferocity, the eight Sacred Spirits trailing behind her like shadows!
The sudden burst of power caught the Sovereign Lords off guard. One after another they fell beneath her blade. Ruoxi cut her way out of the encirclement but did not flee. Instead she spun around and led the Sacred Spirits charging back in.
With Ruoxi as the formation's eye and the eight Sacred Spirits as its foundation, the Nine Palaces Formation was like an invincible sword, weaving back and forth across the battlefield. Every pass claimed the lives of dozens of Sovereign Lords.
Ten. Twenty. Thirty. Fifty…
Ruoxi's vision blurred, the scene before her growing indistinct. Within her body, the solar and lunar forces showed faint signs of losing their balance, yet she could not stop. She could only keep fighting, keep swinging her sword.
The eight Sacred Spirits trailing behind her were each drenched in blood. The Nine Palaces Formation subjected them to crushing pressure at every moment. But because every Sacred Spirit had relinquished control of themselves and become one with the formation, they could no longer feel even the most grievous wounds.
Yang Xiao's arms had been pulverized to splinters. Su Yan's internal organs were ruined, blood streaming from every orifice—a wretched sight…
She did not know how long they had been fighting when Ruoxi suddenly felt the formation loosen, on the verge of collapsing.
She hurriedly adjusted the formation!
The Nine Palaces Formation shifted into the Eight Trigrams Formation. One of the Sacred Spirits who had been fighting alongside her could no longer withstand the pressure and detonated with a thunderous boom, leaving not even bones behind.
A sharp pain lanced through Ruoxi's heart. She didn't even dare to check which Sacred Spirit had fallen.
She could only continue what remained—raising her sword and slaying enemies.
Until, at some moment, Ruoxi could no longer sense any Ink Clan Sovereign Lords nearby. Her hazy gaze swept outward. As far as the eye could see, every Ink Clan powerhouse that had been besieging her had vanished.
Nearly two hundred Sovereign Lords—annihilated to the last!