The Immortal Cultivation World of Male Inferiority and Female Supremacy

The black veil in the night sky had descended to a terrifying extent, as if within reach.

With a slight lift of Fang Zhou's open hands, all the weapons on the battlefield responded to his gesture.

Countless weapons rushed like a violent storm, from a distance, they seemed like an impermeable torrent flowing in reverse, converging to meet the black veil in the sky.

The sky-covering black veil pressed down, clashing fiercely with the torrent of weapons, and the weapons at the forefront were extinguished in an instant, like mantises trying to stop a chariot.

The sound of countless metals twisting and breaking echoed, as broken weapons scattered and flew, each broken weapon representing a fallen Heroic Spirit.

More weapons fearlessly charged forward, sacrificing themselves against the high concentration of Dark Energy, willing to diminish this darkness with their meager strength.

The ocean of weapons clashed with the black curtain, resembling two giant beasts battling in the sky, creating a sound akin to heaven and earth collapsing.

As countless broken metals fell, the shattered dark energy also crashed to the ground, creating deep pits on the surface.

Although both sides seemed evenly matched, at this rate, similar to the ten thousand sword shadows, even more weapons could not withstand the crushing of the black veil.

Biting his teeth, Fang Zhou summoned the Xuanyuan Sword, splitting it into thousands and driving towards the forefront, converging to form a sharp edge.

More weapons followed closely behind the Xuanyuan Sword, merging into a metal torrent that pierced into the black curtain.

The highly concentrated black energy pressed frantically, trying to crush the Xuanyuan Sword at the forefront of the torrent.

However, the Xuanyuan Sword's own sturdiness and the sharp Sword Qi it emitted easily tore through the dark energy.

More substantial dark energy swarmed up, almost forming a wall of copper and iron, staunchly resisting the advance of the Xuanyuan Sword.

Watching this scene, the Flame King's figure turned into a faint smoke, merging into the crimson Holy Sword.

Clang!

The Holy Sword emitted resonant sword cries, its blade set ablaze with raging flames.

It suddenly surged upwards, transforming into a bright line of fire, darting past countless weapons and the Xuanyuan Sword, charging to the topmost position, piercing into the black curtain.

The Burning Flames easily sliced through the high concentration of dark energy, cleaving a massive gap.

With the aid of the Holy Sword, the metal torrent ripped through the black curtain, like scissors cutting through black fabric, tearing open a huge opening.

This breathtaking scene seemed like a world being split open, the darkness covering the sky cleaved by light.

In the cleaved gap, the figure of the Abyss Watcher finally came into view.

Seemingly completely losing its sanity, it had become a mere vessel, its limbs spread in a large character shape, suspended in the air, infinite darkness emanating from within, merging to the sides.

The Holy Sword, alongside the metal torrent, rammed into the Abyss Watcher's chest.

A visible shockwave erupted from the impact, sending ripples through the air.

The Holy Sword was halted, its tip and the Abyss Watcher's chest locked in a continuous struggle, sparks flying wildly.

The cleaved black curtain was remerging, and the metal torrent behind the Holy Sword collided with it to prevent it.

Both sides launched another fierce clash, centering around the Abyss Watcher.

However, the metal torrent had been halved in consumption, and even with the Flame King and Holy Sword leading the charge, the black light emanating from the Abyss Watcher was ceaseless.

On the silent battlefield, only Fang Zhou remained, as all the Heroic Spirits had departed to the battlefield in the sky.

Fang Zhou extended his hand, a Xuanyuan Sword appearing in it.

He poured all the remaining True Qi in his body into the Xuanyuan Sword, making it radiate a brilliant golden glow, gathering countless Sword Qi.

The elixirs in his body had long been digested, and in a bid to increase the power, Fang Zhou even opened all his apertures, desperately absorbing the ominous Spiritual Energy around him.

All the gathered Spiritual Energy was refined into True Qi and then channeled into the Xuanyuan Sword.

Affected by this, threads of deep black also emerged within the entirely golden Xuanyuan Sword.

This was the final attack, and if it failed, Fang Zhou, with his True Qi depleted, might find it hard even to escape.

"Huff!"

He exhaled deeply, looked up at the sky, and swung the sword forcefully in his hand.

Golden light burst forth, transforming into a golden torrent, surging upwards against the flow, sweeping and devouring everything in its path.

The remaining weapons in the sky also threw themselves into this golden torrent, gathering together as they surged upward.

This was the last of their strength, everyone united in purpose, converging here.

The golden light cleaved the black curtain, which had recombined, and engulfed the exposed Abyss Watcher, isolating it completely from the curtains on both sides.

The Abyss Watcher was propelled to an even higher altitude by the golden light, countless sharp Sword Qi frantically slicing its body, along with numerous weapons enwrapped in the golden light, relentlessly crashing into the Abyss Watcher.

The black light on its body was dispersed, its armor shattered, and the exposed body was also shredded by the Sword Qi.

When the Abyss Watcher's body was torn to pieces by the golden torrent, a mass of black light was finally exposed, known as its Soul Fire.

The remaining Heroic Spirits emerged from the weapons in which they were housed, charging towards the Soul Fire.

Their actions were akin to moths flying into a flame, each collision resulting in their instant obliteration, vanishing completely, but the Abyss Watcher's Soul Fire would also weaken bit by bit.

After numerous Heroic Spirits conducted suicidal attacks to weaken the Soul Fire, the Flame King appeared last.

She emerged from the Holy Sword, collided with the Soul Fire, both disappearing simultaneously in the clash.

The golden torrent completely severed the black curtain, like a river traversing the stars, dividing the black sea into two halves, and gradually dissipating afterward.

Soon, countless fragmented and broken weapons fell from the sky, landing on the battlefield.

The Heroic Spirits housed in these weapons had vanished entirely, transforming into decayed, unrecognizable ordinary iron.

Fang Zhou looked up at the sky, his expression not relaxed, rather more solemn.

The black curtain cleft in two in the night sky did not disappear; instead, it became uncontrollable as if berserk.

The high concentration of dark energy began to swirl and merge amidst the frenzy, reforming into a pitch-black tornado, accompanied by thunder and lightning, sweeping downwards.

Although the Abyss Watcher was thoroughly dead, the energy released by it in the night sky had not vanished.

It seemed as if someone in the shadows was controlling this berserk power, unwilling to relent even after losing the vessel of the Abyss Watcher, aiming to destroy the outsider Fang Zhou.

Fang Zhou did not flee; it was already too late to escape now, the falling speed of the tornado from above was so fast, its scope so vast, leaving no room for retreat.

He silently took out a gourd, pouring out a small wooden sword carved from bamboo.

This wooden sword was a gift Long Kong had specially given him before arriving in this world.