Chapter 1537: Ruins of the Golden Crow Divine Court, Despair

Translator: Atlas Studios    Editor: Atlas Studios

He resurrected again!

Looking at Han Muye, whose body was shining with golden light, the True Spirit Realm powerhouses of the human race were dumbfounded.

In particular, the four True Spirits who had fought against Han Muye outside the first light gate, at this moment, were profoundly shocked.

They had fought fiercely with Han Muye for a long time and, with the combined strength of the four, had supposedly killed him.

But now, a completely unharmed Han Muye stood in front of them.

They were True Spirit Realm powerhouses with a profound understanding of the forces in the world.

They knew the kind of destructive power a combined attack of four could unleash.

How could anyone survive their combined attack?

“This, how is it possible…” muttered the black-robed elder holding a long knife.

“Resurrected?” The big man in black armor clenched his teeth, a fierce light gleaming in his eyes. The black panther True Spirit behind him crouched low, silently roaring.

“If we could kill him once. we can kill him a second time!”

The burly man shouted and charged towards Han Muye.

The other True Spirit Realms also didn’t hesitate either and charged forward.

Six True Spirits!

The violent winds stirred by the six True Spirit Realm powerhouses seemed to directly tear through the third-level secret realm, transforming into various exotic beast illusions.

The True Spirit Realm was too powerful, and the force it carried made the large army below have to retreat separately.

Everyone looked up at the sky.

It was the return of the Han Mountain Tribe’s tribe leader, whom they had thought had died.

Back then, when Patriarch Han resisted the human army alone for several days, everyone thought that he had died.

“Clan Leader Han…

“Patriarch!”

A True Spirit of the Golden Crow race wanted to fight six True Spirit humans.

The current situation was the same as when Han Muye blocked the door of light that led to the second floor.

Was that even possible?

How could he withstand it alone?

Han Muye let out a long laugh, and no power of laws appeared on his body.

He only raised the black sword in his hand and looked ahead.

“Boom—”

He took a step forward and disappeared.

Swift!

Just like before, his sword was fast.

This time, he was even faster than before.

The black-armored man in the lead laughed and covered his face with his arms.

Back then, he had been frightened by Han Muye’s sword.

The sword struck him directly, giving him no chance to dodge.

However, that strike did not have enough lethality. It was just fast. For experts at the True Spirit Realm, speed alone was not enough.

“Clang—

The long sword collided with the burly man’s iron armor.

As expected, just like last time, the power of this strike was insufficient.

So what if he sacrificed all his strength to gain enough speed?

The burly man laughed sinisterly and was about to raise his hand to grab the sword when he suddenly froze.

He heard a strange crackling sound.

Lowering his head, his eyes widened.

The battle armor on his body, the battle armor favored by the king and capable of withstanding the bombardment of True Spirit Realm, showed cracks.

“Bang!

The armor shattered.

As the battle armor shattered, the black long sword stabbed into his body with a swish.

He grabbed the sword and pushed it away desperately.

Golden blood sprayed out, making his face filled with fear.

This sword pierced into his body, absorbing his blood essence power.

When the blade was pulled out, the wound on his body unexpectedly couldn’t heal.

He was in the True Spirit Realm, the top existence in the Great Desolate, not an ant-like Essence Spirit Realm.

In the True Spirit Realm, one already had precise control over one’s body.

However, he really couldn’t stop the dissipation of vital energy from the wound.

In panic, the True Spirit powerhouse retreated, fear evident in his eyes.

Han Muye slowly looked at the sword in his hand.

The sword sealed by a hundred True Spirit divine patterns was not just hard.

It carried unimaginably powerful forces.

But these forces were beyond his current strength to unleash; he had to let the sword demonstrate them on its own.

For example, when the sword touched the opponent’s battle armor, it would automatically pierce it.

When the sword stabbed into the opponent’s body, it would directly absorb lifeblood.

When the sword was pulled out, it would prevent the wound from healing.

“It truly is a great sword…”

Han Muye laughed, swinging the sword directly. The sword left his hand, moving even faster!

“Clang—

The black-robed old man with a long knife just blocked the blade when the black sword disappeared from his sight, stabbing towards another big man with an ax.

The burly man swung his axe, but the long sword, spinning in the air, pierced the leg of another True Spirit Realm who was vigilant with a long sword not far away.

“This sword, this sword is evil!”

When the sword carried vital energy, the True Spirit Realm powerhouse showed fear on his face.

In just a moment, two of the six True Spirits were injured.

Even though their injuries were not serious, they began to panic.

The two armies below watched with their mouths agape, not daring to imagine.

A Golden Crow True Spirit, single-handedly resisting six True Spirit Realms of the human race, actually caused two of them to be injured?

What kind of powerhouse was this?

“Boom—”

A golden-black spider True Spirit appeared.

Golden silk wrapped around the black long sword.

The other True Spirits quickly took action, using True Spirit power to encircle the long sword.

The long sword kept colliding, but as it was wrapped layer by layer, its speed became slower and slower.

Han Muye consecutively activated various sword control techniques, but the long sword couldn’t break free.

Seeing this scene, the True Spirit Realms of the human race finally breathed a sigh of relief.

It turned out it was just because he obtained a good sword.

They really thought this person had some special encounter and rapidly increased his combat power! “Haha, capture this sword!”

“This sword must be a treasure!”

Several True Spirit Realms shouted, exerting all their strength to capture the long sword.

“Buzz!”

Behind Han Muye, Shang Zhenyu, who was covered in golden light, stepped forward..

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