Chapter 633 534: "Who Dares to Harm My Dao Companion!" Ye Liyuan Descends

A wisp of invisible Sword Intent rose from within Pei Yuhang, resonating with something in the distant sky.

The wind howled and the clouds churned as if something was tearing through the void, rushing toward them.

It was the aura of the Silent Sword!

Sensing his Lifebound Spirit Sword, Pei Yuhang's eyes lit up.

If he could get his hands on his Lifebound Spirit Sword, he was confident he could contend with this Red-robed Pope!

"You dare be distracted in my presence?"

The Red-robed Pope's scarlet cloak billowed in the wind. His figure transformed into a flash of blood-red lightning as his gaunt fingers curled into a claw, striking for Pei Yuhang's throat.

At that critical moment, a flash of determination and apology crossed Qing Yueqiu's crimson eyes.

Her silver hair flew wildly as her Glazed Spirit Sword rang out from its sheath. The blade, however, was not aimed at the Red-robed Pope, but rather—

Straight at Ji Xichan!

BUZZ!

A beam of Sword Qi, as bright and clear as the moon, cut through the sky, reflecting in the stunned, frozen eyes of both Pei Yuhang and the Red-robed Pope.

'I'm sorry, Master. Right now, Ji Xichan is his only weakness. To protect you and successfully buy us some time, I have to target her!'

'Master, don't feel indebted to me. This was my decision to make, and I will bear all the consequences!'

Qing Yueqiu thought to herself, her eyes becoming bloodshot as she bit down hard on her lip.

The Power of Killing Momentum within her erupted. Scarlet, bloody qi coiled around the sword's blade, and the Glazed Spirit Sword instantly transformed into a Blood Blade, mercilessly piercing into Ji Xichan's abdomen!

"Ugh!"

Ji Xichan's numb pupils constricted. She let out a muffled grunt, her delicate body trembling violently.

"Stop!"

The Red-robed Pope's figure froze abruptly. The pupils beneath his mask contracted violently, and his voice was tinged with a distorted mix of shock and rage.

He forcefully twisted his body around, and his wide sleeves stirred up a foul wind that sent Qing Yueqiu flying.

Supporting Ji Xichan's body, which was trembling from blood loss, the Red-robed Pope hastily began to heal her, completely ignoring Pei Yuhang.

'The grand plan I've plotted for millennia is at hand; I can't afford any mistakes!'

"Yueqiu!"

At that same moment, Pei Yuhang caught the silver-haired girl who had been sent flying by the foul wind. He wrapped an arm around her light waist, spinning several times in the air to disperse the force of the blow.

"Don't worry, Master. I'm fine."

Qing Yueqiu wiped a trace of blood from the corner of her mouth. She looked at the Red-robed Pope, who was busy healing Ji Xichan, and said softly,

"Now, he's the one with a problem."

Whether out of a personal grudge or not, she hadn't held back with that strike.

Ji Xichan was gravely injured. Even with the Red-robed Pope's heaven-defying abilities, he truly couldn't heal her in a short amount of time.

"You girl... you're quite ruthless."

The Red-robed Pope glanced at Qing Yueqiu, his hoarse voice tinged with pent-up frustration.

He had already dealt with every enemy on the field, with the exception of Pei Yuhang, who could still fight.

He was so close. He could have swept away all obstacles, waited for the Abyssal Sea Palace to open, and become the first to step inside.

But after Qing Yueqiu's unorthodox and risky move, the battle had unexpectedly returned to a temporary balance.

The Red-robed Pope snorted coldly and said in a low voice,

"But do you really think that gravely injuring the 'key to the Abyssal Sea Palace' can stop me?"

"The outcome is set. There's nothing you can change. Any further struggle is futile!"

As the Red-robed Pope's voice faded, the roar of a Bone Dragon echoed from outside again.

Pei Yuhang's breath caught in his throat.

'Not good. Junior Sister Nangong, Shang Miaoyan, and Great Elder... they're still outside! And they've all lost the ability to fight. Against the rampage of countless Dragon Corpses, they have almost no chance of survival!'

"Heh heh, are you finally scared? Don't be anxious. Once all your companions have been finished off, it'll be your turn."

After saying this, the Red-robed Pope stopped paying attention to Pei Yuhang and focused on healing Ji Xichan.

"What do we do, Brother Pei... Are we at the end of our rope?"

Lin Qianyan, having barely recovered from the backlash of her Magical Treasure being destroyed, looked at Pei Yuhang with a pale face, her voice filled with regret.

'But... I was only just reunited with Brother Pei.'

'How could I be willing to let it end so simply?'

"No, Qianqian... We still have a chance."

"We aren't fighting this war alone."

As Pei Yuhang spoke, he looked up at the sky.

A cold glint flickered on the horizon. It was a sword, named Silence!

"So this is what you were stalling for? Just to wait for a sword?"

The Red-robed Pope glanced over, his words dismissive, but the hand healing Ji Xichan increased its output of Spiritual Qi.

"It's not just a sword. It's our allies from the Dao Sect, and from the entire Human Race!"

As Pei Yuhang's clear voice faded, the Red-robed Pope finally noticed that behind the speeding Spirit Sword, more figures were bursting through the clouds.

They wore the attire of different Sects and Sacred Lands. Some were even mortal enemies, but now, facing a common enemy of the Human Race, they had set aside their hatred and united to form an allied army!

These were the Cultivators of the Human Race's Sects. They had followed the trail of the Silent Sword and finally made it through the battlefield!

This also meant that the outcome of the war, initiated by the Chosen Organization in league with the Demon Race, had been decided.

But Pei Yuhang understood that for this mysterious Pope before him, the goal had likely never been to welcome the return of the All Gods.

It was more like a slogan he used to rally support.

Perhaps, his goal had always been to open the Abyssal Sea Palace.

And the entire Chosen Organization, as well as the Demon Race, were nothing more than tools he used to weaken the power of the Sects and create chaos.