The Grand Elder of the Flash Thunder Clan, at this moment, was utterly overwhelmed by the power of that single sword strike. His heart trembled with fear, for he knew this blade was capable of his absolute annihilation. Had it not been for the Thunder Armor, he would surely be dead, his very soul obliterated, his form and spirit scattered by that devastating blow!

“What manner of sword is this?!” he cried, his face ashen. “Even the Imperishable Thunder Armor could not withstand it, leaving me grievously wounded!”

The Imperishable Thunder Armor, one of the three most treasured artifacts of the Flash Thunder Clan, far surpassed even the Thunder Slaughter Mirror in power. Forged by the hand of a mighty third-step ancestor of the clan, it had been passed down through generations, protecting the Flash Thunder Clan for tens of thousands of years.

Only those who had attained the Fifth Calamity of the Heavens could wield it. With this armor, one could even withstand the onslaught of a third-step Grand Magus!

But now, the armor was shattered by a single strike, sending shivers of terror down the Grand Elder’s spine. Without hesitation, he turned to flee, but Wang Lin’s eyes flashed with icy determination. He raised the seven-foot blade in his right hand, slowly but inexorably.

Though the sword’s power was immense, Wang Lin felt the terrible cost of its use. With each swing, seven million souls perished, their lives willingly offered as a sacrifice to unleash this devastating power.

This sword… it was heavy, so very heavy…

Seeing Wang Lin raise his arm, the Flash Thunder Clan Grand Elder’s pupils constricted in terror. With a guttural roar, he made arcane hand seals and pointed towards the heavens, screaming, “Imperishable Holy Thunder, shatter this vortex and descend!”

As he roared, he slammed his right hand against the clan sigil on his brow, unleashing its full power. This surge of energy faintly threatened to cleave the very heavens, seeking to summon the Imperishable Thunder from beyond the vortex. He dimly understood that only the arrival of that thunder could save him this day.

Otherwise, he was doomed!

He had not faced such a profound life-or-death crisis in countless ages. Now, driven to the brink of madness, his roar triggered the Imperishable Thunder outside the vortex to erupt with a tenfold increase in ferocity. Thunderbolts crashed with earth-shattering force, relentlessly pounding against the vortex.

The deafening booms echoed through the void, shaking the very fabric of existence. With each strike, the vortex shuddered, and countless lives within were extinguished.

Ignoring the chaos outside, Wang Lin focused on the Flash Thunder Clan Grand Elder. He brought the seven-foot blade down with a roar, unleashing the second strike, a sword of judgment!

The sword light howled, filled with the souls of countless living beings and imbued with boundless killing intent. It formed an indescribable blade of destruction, hurtling towards the Grand Elder.

The Flash Thunder Clan Grand Elder howled to the sky, “Imperishable Thunder, descend! Descend! Descend!” Half of his brow sigil exploded, forming a shield of overwhelming power around his body.

Simultaneously, his desperate pleas seemed to reach the ears of the Imperishable Thunder beyond the vortex. In an instant, the thunder swelled to several times its original size, transforming into a massive, thousand-foot-wide bolt of divine fury that crashed down upon the vortex!

The vortex shuddered violently, and within it, the seven million souls continued to perish. Even Wang Lin’s second sword strike was affected by the chaotic forces, losing much of its power before it could reach the Grand Elder.

The Scatterspirit Hermit, hands weaving ancient signs, pricked his chest and spat forth a mouthful of blood. He seemed to wither, but from within the seven million souls, a mighty power arose. The strength of mountains and rivers, the essence of earth and sky, the spirit of all creatures, merged within the vortex, fiercely resisting the Imperishable Thunder’s attempts to break through!

The Flash Thunder Clan Grand Elder screamed as he was thrown backward, spewing six mouthfuls of blood. The protective barrier formed by his broken sigil crumbled, and a deep wound reappeared on his chest, revealing the bone beneath.

Yet, this was but a mere testament to the sword’s true might. Within the two wounds on the Grand Elder’s chest, countless souls from the seven million worlds writhed in agony. Each one transformed into a vengeful spirit, tearing and devouring the flesh. Dark energy emanated from the wounds, rising like a monstrous tide.

If not for the power of the Imperishable Thunder, churning the vortex and diminishing the second strike, the Grand Elder would have been annihilated.

But even weakened, the blow had inflicted grievous wounds!

Agony can drive one to madness, and despair can shatter the mind. Such was the fate of the Flash Thunder Clan Grand Elder. The pain of countless souls tearing at his flesh, coupled with the horror of his wounds, drove him to the brink. Despair consumed him, as he realized that even the Imperishable Thunder could not pierce the vortex. How could he ever escape?

Driven to the edge of madness, he abandoned all thoughts of flight. With a crazed look in his eyes, he roared, “No one can kill me! I sacrifice three thousand years of my lifespan to awaken the Flash Thunder Seal, transforming it into the ancient third-step power of my ancestors! Yin-Yang Imperishable Thunder, arise!”

As the Grand Elder screamed, his face turned deathly pale, and three thousand years of his life force vanished in an instant. A terrifying power surged within him.

Before him, that energy spun wildly, forming a Yin-Yang diagram! As the diagram turned, it emanated a deafening roar, and a power exceeding even the second step of cultivation manifested, shaking heaven and earth!

“Yin-Yang Imperishable Thunder, obliterate him!” the Grand Elder roared. The Yin-Yang diagram exploded, splitting into two bolts of lightning. One, a Yin lightning, capable of destroying the very soul; the other, a Yang lightning, capable of shattering flesh. Together, they formed the Yin-Yang Imperishable Thunder!

As the lightning hurtled towards Wang Lin, he raised his right hand once more, unleashing the third sword strike, a strike that seemed to capture eternity itself. It transformed into countless souls from the seven million worlds, each wailing a mournful cry as they formed a river of spirits, sweeping through the heavens and earth, colliding with the Yin-Yang Imperishable Thunder!

The thunder of the collision shook the very heavens. Wang Lin coughed up blood and staggered backward, but his eyes burned with a fierce determination. He charged forward, raising his right hand to unleash the fourth sword strike!
Though mighty was the Lightning of Yin and Yang’s Extinction, against the seven million souls of Heaven and Earth forged into a blade, it shattered with a deafening roar. The resulting backlash surged, engulfing the Grand Elder, who coughed forth a torrent of blood, his face ashen. A third wound blossomed upon his chest, echoing with terrible resonance as his very organs began to crumble. Hordes of vengeful spirits invaded his flesh, tearing and devouring with maddening hunger, driving the Grand Elder of the Flash Thunder Clan to the brink of sanity. Ignoring his grievous injuries, he lunged forward, a desperate charge towards Wang Lin!

“Even in death, I will drag you down to the cycle of rebirth!”

But as he surged forth, Wang Lin unleashed a fourth celestial blade, a howling tempest carrying the seven million souls’ hatred for the Flash Thunder Clan and their burning desire for vengeance.

In that same instant, Wang Lin’s right hand slashed, and without hesitation, he brought down a fifth sword!

The two blades fell in swift succession, an unbroken wave of spectral steel, each ripple alive with the tormented screams of countless spirits. The berserk Grand Elder, heedless of the cost, cast aside any concern for his longevity, raising his hands in defiance.

“I sacrifice ten thousand years of my life’s essence, collapsing the very source of my third step cultivation, fueled by the incense of countless Flash Thunder Clansmen, I invoke our clan’s most sacred art – the Southern Dipper’s Decree!” The Grand Elder roared, casting forth his life’s essence.

The Southern Dipper’s Decree, the Flash Thunder Clan’s supreme power, draws strength from the celestial dipper. The Grand Elder invoked its power, conjuring the Nine Calamity Sand Stars. A breathtaking constellation shimmered into existence, its starlight piercing the darkness around him. Its ethereal glow held a captivating power, threatening to ensnare the very mind of any who gazed upon it.

The nine stars pulsed with an unnatural light, coalescing into nine spectral beams that tore through the constellation and streaked toward Wang Lin’s fourth and fifth blades!

The ensuing clash unleashed a cataclysmic fury that echoed through the heavens. The tide of blades met the Southern Dipper’s Decree and the might of the Nine Calamity Sand Stars.

The roar resonated like a collapsing star, cleaving the very fabric of existence. At the heart of the seven million worlds, the central plaza of the Flash Thunder Clan crumbled beneath the force of the onslaught, shattered into a million pieces.

Under the sheer force, the constellation of the Southern Dipper fractured and splintered, the Nine Calamity Sand Stars dissolving into motes of light. The Grand Elder, his body torn and bleeding, looked down in horror as both of his legs were blown apart. Sanity returned to his maddened eyes as he retreated hastily, forming a hand seal to regenerate his lost limbs.

“He wields the Myriad Realm Soul Sealing Whip! We must not allow his spirit to escape!”

Wang Lin staggered, his fourth and fifth blades dissolving into nothing. Countless souls within the seven million worlds perished. Even he himself coughed forth blood, the sound of bones cracking within him.

He raised his head, his gaze piercing the Grand Elder, his eyes burning with a furious determination, snarling, “If you live through this day, I, Wang Lin, shall know no rest!”

Bloodshot eyes blazing with fury, Wang Lin surged forward, his seven-foot blade rising once more, unleashing the sixth celestial sword!

With the sixth blade, the heavens trembled. The seven million worlds began to crumble, unable to withstand its sheer power. The starry skies were rent with countless fissures, and even the farthest reaches of this realm of souls began to collapse. It seemed the very existence of the seven million worlds was on the verge of utter annihilation!