The battle raged on, and Fang Han found himself immersed in the brutal chaos of the battlefield, the cries of battle and clashing steel deafening in his ears. Each movement was swift, decisive. His sword slashed through the air, cutting down bandits one by one, but the pressure was overwhelming. The Sand Bandits were relentless, their numbers overwhelming, their ferocity unmatched.
Fang Han had killed before, but this was different. This wasn't a contest, or a sparring match—it was real, raw, and unforgiving. His blade was his lifeline, his armor his shield. The slightest hesitation could result in his death. Every move had to be calculated, every strike precise. His heart raced with adrenaline, his body moving instinctively, as if his mind was no longer the guiding force but pure instinct and experience.
The Sand Bandits were tough, their curved blades sharp, their movements deadly. Some were expert fighters, their blades cutting through the air like shadows. Fang Han's body was battered, cuts and bruises accumulating on his skin, but his resolve remained unbroken. His Demon-Slaying Sword cut through their ranks, each strike taking a life, but it wasn't enough.
He could feel his strength beginning to wane, the exhaustion creeping in. Even with his Nine Apertures Golden Elixir, which enhanced his recovery and vitality, the sheer number of enemies made each moment feel like a trial of endurance. His sword flashed once more, taking another bandit's life, but then—
Clang!
A curved blade, as sharp as a crescent moon, appeared from the side. The Sand Bandits had been sneaky, and Fang Han barely had time to react. The slash came for his neck, and if it wasn't for Red Yi's timely intervention, the blade would have severed his head. Red Yi's sword clashed against the bandit's curved blade, saving Fang Han's life in the nick of time.
"Watch out!" she called.
The Sand Bandits were relentless, and one bandit in particular stood out from the rest: the mysterious Evil Moon Prince, clad in white, his presence unlike the rest. His blade, the Evil Moon Scimitar, gleamed with a deadly, otherworldly light, and his speed was unnatural. Fang Han watched in horror as the Evil Moon Prince sliced through the air, cutting down multiple disciples in the blink of an eye.
Fang Han could sense something sinister about the blade—it seemed to affect his mind, pulling at his consciousness like a magnetic force, weakening his resolve and draining his energy. It was as if the blade itself carried a spiritual influence, an effect only achievable by someone who had mastered the pinnacle of martial power, perhaps even on the verge of reaching the Divine Transformation Realm.
"Who is this person?" Fang Han thought, his mind racing. He had never encountered such a powerful and menacing foe before.
The Evil Moon Prince moved faster than Fang Han could track. His every step left an afterimage, each strike more deadly than the last. He was toying with them, making them feel hopeless with his overwhelming speed and skill. Every time Fang Han thought he had the upper hand, the Evil Moon Prince vanished and reappeared behind him, delivering another swift and precise blow.
Just as Fang Han prepared for another attack, a powerful presence erupted from the sky. It was as if the heavens themselves were being torn apart.
The fight between Mo Shijie and the Red Dust Prince was escalating. The Flying Yasha demons were struggling against the magical artifact, the Heavenly Rooster's Sun Binding Rope, unable to escape its confines. Mo Shijie was using the artifact to control the Flying Yasha, keeping them grounded while she and her inner disciples focused on the true enemy—the Red Dust Prince.
"Move quickly! The battle is nearing its peak!" Mo Shijie shouted as she continued to manipulate the artifact, her eyes fixed on the sky above, where the final showdown would soon unfold.
The Red Dust Prince was clearly a formidable opponent, but his energy was waning. He was using all his strength to maintain his protective barrier, a shimmering pink aura surrounding him, but even that wasn't enough to hold back the barrage of attacks. He had underestimated the Heavenly Rooster's Sun Binding Rope, which was far more potent than he had expected.
"Hold on," Fang Han murmured to himself, watching the chaos around him. He had to focus. The Evil Moon Prince was still at large, and though his battle experience had grown sharper from this fight, it was clear that he was outmatched.
The battle had become a contest of endurance, both physical and mental, and Fang Han knew that the only way to survive was to keep moving, keep fighting, and never give up. His mind sharpened, his sword blazing with determination.
"Let's end this!" he thought, charging forward once more.
Then, just as Mo Shijie prepared for the final strike against the Red Dust Prince, something unexpected happened: the Red Dust Prince unleashed a massive Six Desires Yin Thunder, a powerful energy blast that sent a shockwave through the battlefield, disorienting everyone in its path.
Fang Han had only one thought in his mind—survive.
The next few moments would decide the outcome. Would they be able to defeat the Red Dust Prince and the Evil Moon Prince, or would they fall to the overwhelming tide of enemies?