Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

The rapid sound of slicing through the air echoed as the Seven Unparalleled Divine Swords shot towards Xia Yunxin. The terrifying sharpness created vortices in the Void, a testament to their immense power.

Faced with such a fearsome assault, Xia Yunxin’s delicate face took on an extremely grave expression. Her black robe fluttered wildly in the gale as she formed hand seals, and a tremendous flow of True Qi surged from within her. In the next moment, the True Qi coalesced into the shape of an ancient tree.

As soon as this ancient tree formed, it quickly absorbed the power of the Witch Spirit Blood Array below, rapidly growing to an enormous height of a hundred feet, resembling an Ancient Giant Tree standing tall and capable of withstanding any storm.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

Explosions erupted continuously from the Ancient Giant Tree, creating one massive hole after another in an instant, as cracks spread over its surface, signaling its impending collapse.

"Break for me!"

Ling Yi, controlling the power of the seven ancestral spirits, was exceedingly confident. A gleam shone in his eyes as he shouted mightily, and the seven Divine Swords suddenly tore through the Ancient Giant Tree, completely dismembering it.

However, just as the Ancient Giant Tree was torn apart, black vines suddenly extended from beneath it, densely packed like tiny snakes, entwining all the Seven Unparalleled Divine Swords.

Sword Light could not penetrate further; they were all entangled and completely immobilized.

"Trifling tricks."

A cold sneer appeared at the corner of Ling Yi’s mouth. His eyes shone brightly as the Unparalleled Divine Swords, condensed from the seven ancestral spirits, burst into a dazzling radiance, cutting through and freeing themselves from the vines.

Yet more black vines continuously sprouted and spread, seemingly endless, as if eternally regenerating.

"Annoying tricks indeed."

Ling Yi’s face turned somewhat grim. Maneuvering these seven Divine Swords made from ancestral spirits was no easy task. He was exhausting himself to maintain the Saint’s Soul Niche, and if Xia Yunxin continued delaying like this, the outcome would not be favorable.

He suddenly bit the tip of his tongue, spraying blood onto the Saint’s Soul Niche. Upon absorbing his blood, it became wildly energized, and the Seven Sword Lights seemed reinvigorated, breaking away from the black vines’ grip and shooting towards Xia Yunxin with fierce momentum.

"Damn!"

Ling Chen’s face changed drastically, but he couldn’t spare the effort to assist Xia Yunxin at this moment. His own injuries had just been healed by the other party, and with his current strength, there was no way he could interfere in such a high-level confrontation, nor was there time.

As the seven Divine Swords, formed by the ancestral spirits, were about to slice through Xia Yunxin’s body, her eyes suddenly turned blood-red. Black, worm-like lines crept across her alabaster skin, densely covering her once-beautiful face with eerie darkness.

Plunk! Plunk! Plunk!

Sword Light stabbed into Xia Yunxin’s body one after another, with blood spurting forth, staining her robe a deep red.

"The witch is finally dead."

Seeing the Swords piercing Xia Yunxin’s body, Ling Yi’s pale face finally broke into a smile, releasing a breath of relief.

All seven Sword Lights, each representing a powerful ancestor of the Ling Family, stabbed into Xia Yunxin’s body. Her death seemed inevitable, leaving no possibility of survival.

Even as a Witch God, no matter how powerful she once was, surviving such an assault was impossible.

Yet, contrary to expectations, after the Sword Lights penetrated Xia Yunxin’s body, she did not explode but held her ground for a long time.

"Hmm? Something’s not right."

A flicker of suspicion crossed Ling Yi’s eyes. As he moved forward to investigate, Xia Yunxin suddenly lifted her head, a sharp glint flashing in her eyes.

"What?"

Ling Yi, caught off-guard, hastily retreated, but it was too late. Xia Yunxin’s once-dimmed aura burst to life with astonishing vigor, as if in a final flare. The Sword Lights within her body were suddenly ejected, reversing course towards him.

"Oh no!"

Ling Yi’s expression changed drastically. He hurriedly activated the Saint’s Soul Niche to shield against the rebounding Sword Lights, but the distance was too close. Before he could react, the Sword Lights struck him with full force.

Reeling from successive heavy blows, Ling Yi coughed up blood, his body contorted by the impact, sending him flying several hundred meters away.

"Great Elder!"

Ling Tingfeng and the others gasped in shock, rushing forward to catch Ling Yi. The Ancient Demon Sealing Sword Formation was instantly destroyed.

Plunk!

Struggling to stabilize his form, Ling Yi spat another mouthful of blood, clearly grievously injured. Xia Yunxin’s counterattack had nearly cost him his life.

"Quick! That witch has only a breath left; strike now and kill her!"

Breathing heavily, Ling Yi was still intent on killing Xia Yunxin, sternly ordering Ling Tingfeng and the others.

"I’ll do it!"

Upon hearing that Xia Yunxin had only a breath left, Ling Ba turned swiftly, fixed his gaze on her, and charged with a grim determination.

At this moment, Xia Yunxin bore seven glaring wounds; her body, enhanced by the Witch Mountain Blood Sea, was strong enough. Without it, even if her cultivation reached the Saint level, she would be dead.

Still, Xia Yunxin’s condition was dire; she was out of strength and entirely vulnerable.

"Witch, go to Hell!"

With a grim smile, Ling Ba’s task seemed as easy as squashing a bug. First, kill Xia Yunxin, then slaughter Ling Chen!

As Ling Ba charged, a bitter smile appeared on Xia Yunxin’s beautiful face. Was she, just revived, to bid farewell again, falling into the darkness...?

Her body was faltering, about to tumble from the air, but at that moment, a warm hand suddenly caught her from behind, accompanied by a soft voice,

"Don’t worry, in this world, no one can take you away from me a second time..."