The silver glow enveloped his hands, and the incredibly sturdy duel space was slowly torn open by him.
Whoosh~ The surrounding air, Spiritual Qi, all energies were swallowed by this dinsional fissure, the other side of the fissure was an endless pitch-black void.
He swung his entire body, throwing the opened fissure outward to intercept an incoming strike that spanned a hundred miles.
The two collided with no sound, only a flash of light in mid-air, and then the air compressed to its limit was devoured by the fissure, banished into the void.
Whoosh~ Monts later, distant air pushed by the pressure rushed over to fill the vacuud areas that had been drained of air.
Lu Yu exhaled a breath, the silver glow in his eyes and hands gradually dissipating.
He managed to block the nonchalant long-range strike of the powerful demon only by leveraging the duel space's properties.
Nevertheless, the demon's attack proved one thing: it sensed the energy sphere Lu Yu released could pose a threat to it.
Just how huge that threat was, Lu Yu didn't know.
But the demon beginning to acknowledge his threat made Lu Yu feel excited and joyous.
Suddenly, a voice echoed in Lu Yu's mind, the voice sounded balanced and calm, indicating the speaker was a composed and confident person.
"I'll create an opportunity for you in a while, seize the chance and strike."
Lu Yu blinked, glanced around, and after a mont realized it was the white figure entangled with the demon that transmitted the sound to him.
He admired that figure greatly, for only after engaging with the demon did he understand the vast difference between martial realms.
In such circumstances, that man dared to confront the demon alone, which inspired awe.
Look, the other Martial Cultivators only dared to watch from afar, ready to flee at any mont, not daring to approach the demon's silhouette.
Lu Yu vigorously nodded towards the distance, carrying the energy sphere on his back as he approached the demon's silhouette, ready to act at any mont.
He hoped to further condense the massive power restrained by the three-layer field, but unfortunately, couldn't. Forcibly compressing its size would only make the sphere crumble and explode.
A black sphere full of terrifying power orbited beside him, making the demon's silhouette behind him feel chilled by this unpredictable threat.
The demon tried multiple tis to slap away the black sphere Lu Yu carried, each ti being thwarted by the White Robed Sword God.
After several interruptions, the demon revealed a major flaw, overly fixated on dealing with Lu Yu and neglecting the Sword God close by.
A sky-shattering sword beam arose, obscuring even the golden celestial light of the duel space.
When Lu Yu's consciousness realized it was a sword beam, he hesitated little and kicked the energy sphere directly toward the demon.
As the endless sword light vanished, the demon's silhouette halted, unmoving, where the black sphere Lu Yu kicked impacted its chest.
The power within the black sphere erupted instantly, spurting a colossal black cloud from the demon's chest.
Everyone beheld the demon standing between heaven and earth, its upper body turning into an infinite black cloud, spewing Demonic Qi.
Soon after, countless flashes erged within the cloud, dissecting it into innurable pieces.
Lu Yu realized those flashes were sword beams from the Sword God's strike.
The sky-breaking strike's power concentrated entirely within the demon's form, erupting fully, shredding the demon into black cloud fragnts.
The other Martial Cultivators stared dumbstruck at the dissipating black cloud in the sky, shocked by the vanishing half-body silhouette.
Had the powerful demon been slain?
Whoosh~ Suddenly, the sky and earth changed colors, with all dispersing Demonic Qi spinning into a massive vortex.
In mid-air, at the vortex's center, a muscular form erged gradually.
Crimson demonic patterns covered its physique, shining like magma, rising and falling.
All the Martial Cultivators felt like their heads were struck hard, groggy, then overwheld by an unimaginable pressure, daring not to breathe, fearing to alarm the oppression's source.
Clang~ The demon's eyes opened, making the world feel enveloped in darkness, leaving only a pair of eyes.
Buzz~ A sword rang, jolting everyone awake. They realized they almost succumbed to the demon's spirit-devouring tactic.
A glance behind, cold sweat dripping.
The White Robed Sword God focused on the demon's entity, eyes full of somberness; even he nearly got caught.
anwhile, Lu Yu felt no anomalies, seeing only the Demonic Qi reforming the demon's body, then its eyes opening.
Lu Yu's resistance to external anomalies was extrely strong, especially against ntal attacks.
He integrated his soul with his cells, each containing a fragnt of his soul, while those transford into stars had souls matured to split-soul level, becoming stellar consciousnesses.
This indicated Lu Yu actually had over thirty thousand independent consciousnesses within him.
If his primary consciousness was affected, the independent consciousnesses swiftly corrected the impact.
Unless soone could enshroud all of his over thirty-thousand split-soul consciousnesses, Lu Yu was fundantally immune to ntal attacks.
Nevertheless, even unaffected, he understood the grave situation at present.
The demon exposing its true form made for a colossal target, easily hit and cumberso.
With its actual form evident, its combat prowess soared significantly, agile in movent; Lu Yu realized attacking it like before was impossible.
Unable to gather and condense power, relying solely on his strength, he could barely threaten it.
Lu Yu contemplated retreat; it wasn't cowardly withdrawal, rather wise self-preservation.
Knowing sothing is unfeasible yet persisting is courting death and foolhardiness.
His figure gradually backed away, subtly retreating hundreds of miles.
He nearly rged into the crowd.
This crowd wasn't literal but referred to other Martial Cultivators, all keeping a similar distance of about a hundred miles from the demon.
With equal distance between the demon and everyone, the chance of attack was also evenly spread.
Regrettably, Lu Yu underestimated the demon's focus on him.
He had just thought he'd retreated far enough to be safe when he looked up to see the demon staring directly at him.
Unknowing soone might suspect he owed it millions unpaid.
Under enormous pressure, Lu Yu's mind raced for solutions.
As the demon moved, the White Robed Sword God's posture changed, causing the demon to halt and turn towards him.
The Sword God closed his eyes, an intangible Sword Intent rose skyward, seeming to slice open the golden firmant overhead.
Lu Yu blinked to confirm it wasn't an illusion, but truly a slit had been cut.
The Sword God's aura surged madly, his presence growing hundreds of tis more potent, even distorting space around him, as if bearing his imnse strength.
Terrifying, the duel space wasn't like the exterior world, reinforced by a Sage Ancestor, not easily destroyed even by battling within it.
Yet now, the space seed unable to bear the Sword God's power.
Ultimately, the Sword God's aura stabilized, as did the surrounding space, without fracturing.
The Sword God opened his eyes, fixating solely on a single sword.
Initially intending to perfect his current realm, circumstances left him no choice but to surpassing multiple stages, advancing to the sixth level.
As the sword descended, the demon's form froze, and a gust blew past, its body dissipating in the wind as if it never existed.
The Sword God remained a revered figure, still a transcendent existence.
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