Chapter 47 How Dare You Come Here to Court Death

His eyes sharpened as he gripped the sword hilt tightly, raising the long blade high, its tip pointing straight toward the heavens.

With the surge of spiritual energy within him, the sword began to tremble slightly, as if resonating with the spiritual aura of the world itself.

Then, he murmured softly, unleashing a rare technique among human cultivators—the Sword Shadow Splitting Art.

In an instant, the sword’s light flickered, and the blade in the human cultivator’s hand seemed to fragment into countless shimmering shadows of light, each radiating a chilling coldness, like the brightest stars piercing the night sky, all converging swiftly upon Yun Yi.

These sword shadows wove together in midair into an impenetrable net, sealing off all of Yun Yi’s escape routes, intent on trapping him utterly within this ocean of blades.

Yun Yi’s gaze froze upon witnessing this scene; his expression tightened, brows furrowed deeply, anxiety rising within.

Faced with this overwhelming, all-encompassing sword assault, no escape stratagem came to mind.

After all, beneath this torrential rain of blades, even one as agile as himself risked being pinned down like a wasp’s nest.

Yet, at this critical juncture, a spark of insight flashed in Yun Yi’s eyes.

“Size… of course, size!” A sudden clarity dawned upon him, as if he had grasped a thread of hope amid despair.

The next moment, an incredible transformation occurred: Yun Yi’s form shrank in the blink of an eye from a nimble rabbit-like shape to that of a nearly invisible tiny mosquito.

His body became even finer than a needle’s tip, drifting lightly and freely through the dense sword shadows, like a breeze skimming over water without disturbing a ripple.

“What?!” The human cultivator gaped in astonishment, disbelief etched across his face.

He never imagined that Yun Yi could perform such an unfathomable shrinking technique, reducing his size to an inconceivable degree, elegantly dancing through the narrow gaps of sword shadows, evading the onslaught pouring down like a torrential storm.

“Very clever, little mosquito. You’re sly, but do you really think this will save you from death? Dream on,” the human cultivator thought, quickly regaining his composure and plotting silently.

He believed that although Yun Yi could evade the sword shadows temporarily, if he seized the right moment, he would surely deliver a fatal blow to this cunning foe.

Taking advantage of Yun Yi’s brief complacency, fully focused on dodging the sword shadows, the human cultivator suddenly accelerated, transforming into a streak of light, sword in hand, fiercely charging toward Yun Yi.

In that lightning-fast moment, just as Yun Yi silently celebrated his narrow escape, a surge of acute danger struck his heart.

He shot his gaze upward, only to see the human cultivator’s sword gleam at arm’s length, the piercing sword intent threatening to tear his tiny frame apart.

“What?!” A storm of shock erupted within Yun Yi’s mind. Never had he expected that, at this critical moment between life and death, the human cultivator’s strike would be so swift and resolute. For a moment, his life seemed to hang by a fragile thread, trembling on the edge of oblivion.

At that crucial instant, as Yun Yi—now a minuscule mosquito—struggled to evade the densely swirling sword shadows and face the lethal strike, a miracle unfolded.

The sword gleam, which should have instantly ripped his tiny body apart, exploded violently just before contact, scattering into a cloud of ash, vanishing without a trace.

“Blocked… blocked?” Yun Yi’s shock gave way to bewilderment.

Not only him but the human cultivator himself was stunned, clearly caught off guard by this sudden turn of events.

Yet, neither was foolish; they quickly realized a third party must have intervened to stop the attack.

Scanning the battlefield, apart from the two of them, only the earth mole demon remained.

“That’s right—the earth mole demon!” At once, both Yun Yi and the human cultivator’s eyes lit up with sudden understanding.

Yun Yi immediately refocused, continuing to dodge the relentless sword shadows like a swarm of locusts, while the human cultivator’s eyes blazed as he began to search the battlefield for the earth mole demon.

At that moment, his gaze fixed upon a nimble figure emerging before him—the earth mole demon itself.

“Beast! After I wounded you so badly, you still dare to interfere now? You’re courting death!” the human cultivator roared, his eyes flashing with ruthless fury.

Before another word was spoken, they clashed.

Though cunning and possessing considerable strength, the earth mole demon was ultimately outmatched by the human cultivator.

Just as the earth mole demon was about to be defeated, Yun Yi finally broke free from the dense sword shadows and decisively threw himself into the fray between the earth mole demon and the human cultivator.

With Yun Yi’s unexpected aid, the tide of battle shifted dramatically.

Though tiny, Yun Yi was agile and strikes were precise and lethal. Coordinated seamlessly with the earth mole demon, they gradually forced the human cultivator into a grueling struggle.

In this tightly synchronized collaboration, the human cultivator’s once unshakable advantage began to erode like a sandcastle before the tide, revealing fatigue and flaws.

Though small as a mosquito, Yun Yi’s agility and pinpoint attacks were deadly.

The earth mole demon, sly and nimble, continuously sought openings amid the human cultivator’s offense.

Yet, the human cultivator’s cultivation was profound, far beyond theirs.

Soon, relying on his deep foundation, the human cultivator forcibly reversed the situation.

His figure flashed like a ghost, weaving across the battlefield, the sword in his hand dancing like a dragon, unstoppable in its fury.

With a single strike, he unleashed a cataclysmic force, sending Yun Yi and the earth mole demon staggering back over ten yards, dust billowing around them as they fell in disarray.

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