A Man Like None Other Chapter 6728 Demon Slayer
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- Protagonists David, Jiang Xuelan, and Zi’er are critically injured and depleted.
- A powerful antagonist, Jin Wuhao, prepares to deliver a final, deadly blow.
- A mysterious, black-robed figure suddenly appears to intervene.
David hurriedly parried, but the sword light collided with the Dragon Slayer Sword, and the powerful force exploded instantly, tearing the flesh of his shoulder and neck, leaving a deep and hideous wound that exposed bones.
Hot blood flowed down his shoulders and neck, soaking his gray robe and burning his skin.
David staggered and almost fell to the ground. The remaining chaos fire had been completely extinguished, and his dantian was empty. He couldn’t even condense a glimmer of sword light.
Jiang Xuelan didn’t have time to dodge. Several fine beams of divine light struck his limbs, causing countless injuries. The divine fire burned his skin, causing excruciating pain.
His vital energy had been exhausted, and his ice protective barrier collapsed in on itself, leaving him powerless to maintain even the slightest protection.
Zi’er’s aura was weak, her immortal essence was drained, and she even had difficulty holding the immortal sword. The immortal light around him was dim and almost gone.
A very precarious situation, a complete dead end.
Jin Wuhao stepped forward slowly, his body shrouded in divine light. He stared at the three injured men who had exhausted their trump cards, his smile cruel and haughty: “Three stray dogs fighting for life, have you fought enough? Next, I will send you to perish together, your souls imprisoned in the Divine Realm, to suffer the torment of being burned like gods for eternity!”
He slowly raised his restored divine emperor authority, and ten thousand feet of golden light gathered at the tip of the sword. A fatal blow was about to occur, the world changed color, and the strong wind suddenly stopped.
Just when the sword light was about to fall, ripples appeared silently in a corner of the void.
A figure shrouded in black robes appeared out of nowhere, like a ghost from the abyss, stepping out of the void.
The newcomer was wrapped from head to toe in a thick black robe, with the hood covering his face and not an inch of skin showing. He exuded an aura of extreme yin, extreme coldness, and eerie silence.
This power did not belong to demonic energy, nor divine light, nor immortal spiritual energy. This power transcends the Five Elements and Six Paths, originating from the Lower Realm and leading directly to the soul source of all things.
He tightly held a pitch black short knife in his right hand, the blade of the knife twirling with eerie blue flames. The magical flames danced soundlessly, burning the surrounding void and extinguishing any remaining spiritual light. Anything that touched him felt a pain that pierced his soul.
Ghost Clan!
Specializing in divine soul laws, using Underworld Flames, they were the only race in the entire heavens and various realms capable of directly attacking a genuine divine soul!
David’s pupils suddenly narrowed, and the next second, extreme joy enveloped him, and his hope, which had almost extinguished, instantly reignited.
He recognized that aura; it was the aura of the Ghost Clan, just like Ming Li’s aura.
The black-robed ghost cultivator slowly walked up to David, bowed slightly, and spoke respectfully. His hoarse and deep voice came out from under his hood, his tone dark and resonant, like the wind resonating from the depths of the Lower Realm: “Master Chen, I am Gui Qi, wielder of the Nine Swords of the Lower Realm. In the past, you helped the Ghost Clan and saved our Majesty from the hands of the God Clan. My entire clan is extremely grateful for your great kindness. Hearing that you were trapped in a dangerous situation in the Divine Realm, I came from the Upper Realm specifically to help you.”