Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

“It’s over…”

The leading Han Muye, gripping a second-grade Heavenly Bead in his hand, showed a look of despair on his face.

At this moment, everyone knew they absolutely couldn’t break free.

“Form up—”

The roar from Han Muye, holding the second-grade Heavenly Bead, was accompanied by a blue long spear in his hand, its tip emanating a chill that extended a hundred feet.

He soared into the sky, with a spiritual light bolstered by the rear battle formation turning him into a hundred-foot-tall Divine General phantom.

As the phantom appeared, surging divine light scattered in all directions, illuminating ten thousand miles of heaven and earth.

“Kill—”

Han Muye let out a long howl, swinging his war spear in a flourish that drew forth a thread of cold light, creating a vortex that surged toward the second-grade heavenly demon beast ahead.

Within this vortex, the coldness condensed to the extreme, forming frost flowers that glittered dazzlingly.

The tip of the spear was all brilliance.

This strike not only consolidated the cultivation abilities of one person but also the full elite strength of an entire array.

“Roar—”

The second-grade heavenly demon beast blocking their path roared, spewing out a jet of golden-red flames.

The Golden Crow Divine Flame.

Encompassing the power of laws, radiating intense Flowing Light, within the void, this flame swept across a thousand miles, enveloping the surrounding area entirely.

Below, where the battle formation’s defense met the flames, a turbulent explosion erupted like oil splashed with water, sending effulgent light scattering.

Layer upon layer of cracks appeared on the defensive light shield.

As the cracks formed, the faces of the cultivators within the battle formation turned pale.

From the previous battle, they had almost exhausted all their strength; now engaging in another battle, naturally, they were short of power.

Moreover, their strength had already been contributed to the battle formation to bolster Han Muye ahead.

“Boom—”

The cracks on the battle formation completely collapsed.

At that moment, Han Muye’s long spear finally reached the heavenly demon beast.

“Boom—”

The body of the heavenly demon beast was pierced by the spear, and a golden Heavenly Bead appeared.

But there was another second-grade heavenly demon beast blocking the path ahead.

Upon seeing another heavenly demon beast blocking the way, the cultivator at the Immortal Venerable realm, Han Muye, ultimately stopped in despair as he slowly withdrew.

The defensive battle formation behind him had already broken, and his own power was almost drained.

Even though he had two second-grade Heavenly Beads in hand, these two beads could not possibly become combat strength.

“Ah—”

With a long cry to the sky, Han Muye rushed forward with his long spear.

The little remaining cultivation abilities he had were insufficient to activate the power within this Primordial Chaos combat weapon in his hands, and this assault was nothing more than a march towards death.

To die together with the fellow members of his sect—this was all he thought of at the moment.

Nothing more.

“Zing—”

Just as he charged at the second-grade heavenly demon beast, a sword’s hum rang out.

A sword light too dazzling for one to open their eyes emerged, directly shredding the body of the second-grade heavenly demon beast ahead.

A Heavenly Bead remained where it had stood.

A figure dressed in red armor, followed by two black-armored Battle Puppets, landed in the distance, holding the golden second-grade Heavenly Bead in their hand.

“Do you have a Heavenly Bead?”

“Are you interested in an exchange?”

Huang Zhihu’s loud voice rang out, holding the Heavenly Bead.

An exchange of Heavenly Beads?

Han Muye expressed confusion on his face.

“I’m from Nine Mysteries City. Exchange your second-grade Heavenly Beads for a Primordial Puppet Refinement Technique. Will you exchange?”

“With a Primordial Puppet Refinement Technique, your combat strength can increase significantly,” Huang Zhihu continued, looking towards the collapsing defensive battle formation below.

Han Muye trembled all over and hastily threw the two Heavenly Beads he held.

Huang Zhihu nodded, collecting the beads, and with a wave of his hand, the two Primordial-level Battle Puppets behind him moved, flying out.

Combat weapons of Sage level and above possess their own spirit and can fight autonomously.

Primordial level, and their spirit is much stronger than that of the original God-Slaying Puppet Fighters.

After completing the exchange, Huang Zhihu held the Heavenly Beads and swiftly departed.

Han Muye looked at the two Primordial-level Battle Puppets in front of him, feeling somewhat lost for a moment.

“Boom—”

In the distance, figures charged forth, and sword lights aimed at the second-grade heavenly demon beasts descended.

The defense of the heavenly demon beasts was extremely strong, especially the second-grade ones, whose defensive power could withstand mid-level combatants at the Immortal Venerable realm.

However, the sharpness emerging from those sword lights was able to pierce directly through the defenses of the heavenly demon beasts.

None of these people was at the Immortal Venerable realm.

Yet they were all capable of slicing through the defenses of the heavenly demon beasts.

“The power of the Battle Armor,” Han Muye whispered, looking towards the Battle Puppets before him, his eyes shining with a bright light.

“Haha, my Yuteng Immortal Palace will certainly shine this time!”

This place was the chaotic region, where the Heavenly List couldn’t be seen, but Han Muye knew that with these two Primordial-level Battle Puppets, their strength would definitely increase substantially.

The surrounding second-grade heavenly demon beasts were already retreating, so Han Muye flew down, with the two Primordial-level Battle Puppets closely following behind.

“Kill—”

With a wild shout, the two Battle Puppets surpassed him, charging toward the heavenly demon beasts besieging their own battle formation.

Although the second-grade heavenly demon beasts were retreating, these third-grade beasts were still valuable.

What was most crucial was that these heavenly demon beasts now barely had any battle intent; it was an opportune moment for hunting.

“Snowstorm Formation!”

Han Muye, in mid-air, bellowed.

Below, the battle formation was on the verge of collapse, but upon hearing Han Muye’s voice, everyone’s strength was reignited.

“Boom—”

It was as if endless wind and snow intertwined, with light enveloping those third-grade heavenly demon beasts.

Han Muye reached out and infused a beam of Snowstorm Light into the combat weapons beside him.