Chapter 1751

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**BOOM BOOM BOOM…**
Deafening roars echoed across the plaza, swallowed by the thick mist. The bombardment of nearly ten thousand Void Spiritual Sword Qi was relentless, overwhelming.
Ye Wushuang’s attack pressed down on Yu Feiyun like a mountain, each strike amplifying the man’s unease. With no escape, he could only grit his teeth and endure.

“How does it feel?”
Ye Wushuang’s voice cut through the chaos, his sword qi intensifying.
**CRACK CRACK CRACK…**
Cracks spiderwebbed across Yu Feiyun’s spiritual energy barrier. His face paled as the bizarre sword qi—so aggressive it defied the very laws of the Void-Transcending and Star-Severing Realms—tore through his defenses.

**”Die!”**
With a final shout, the Void Sword Qi surged, their光芒 (light) blazing as they淹没 (drowned) Yu Feiyun’s figure entirely…

Moments later, the dispersed mist began to regroup.
Yu Feiyun lay sprawled on the ground, a pool of blood spreading beneath him. Ye Wushuang stood over him, Taiyuan Sword pointed at his throat.
“You barely settled into the mid-stage. You’re only slightly stronger than an early Star-Severing cultivator,” Ye Wushuang said coldly.

Yu Feiyun trembled, his finger pointing at Ye Wushuang as he hissed, “You… you’ll suffer a horrible death…”
“Your concern is unnecessary.”
With a sweep of his sword, **schluck—** Yu Feiyun’s head rolled away.

Ye Wushuang exhaled. Though the seventh-realm breakthrough had been unintended, he accepted it, mentally preparing to mend the flawed foundation through future cultivation.
After looting Yu Feiyun’s belongings, he pressed on into the mist. The Yu family’s group of twenty-odd warriors hadn’t all perished, but they’d likely been scattered by the illusion array. One down, many more to go.

Within the mist, ferocious beasts materialized constantly. Ye Wushuang avoided them when possible; when not, he fought. He encountered creatures from Void-Transcending to Star-Severing realms alike—and two more Yu family warriors, whom he dispatched without mercy.

But the mist seemed endless, a labyrinth with no exit.
**”I need to find the array’s core,”** he muttered, swallowing a spiritual energy pill. His face pale, he pressed on—until sudden streaks of red thread pierced the fog.

**”Hm?”**
He advanced cautiously. After a quarter-hour, the red threads multiplied, turning the白雾 (white mist) into a crimson haze.
**BOOM—**
A sudden explosion rattled the ground. Ye Wushuang froze. Ahead, three figures wielding spiritual weapons surrounded a massive, floating **blood-red eye**—over ten feet in length, its pupil swirling with bloody light.

“This eye must be the source of the madness,” said the man on the left. “Destroy it, and we can rejoin the clan head.”
“Yu Tong, don’t act rashly!” The man on the right pulled him back. “This eye is no ordinary thing. Some beasts here grant power when killed, but others… yield nothing. This might be the array’s core. We must be cautious.”

Yu Tong scoffed. “Then what do you suggest, Yu Mingxing? Stare at it until it blinks?”
Turning to the central figure, he asked, “Yu Long, your take?”
Yu Long pondered. “Mingxing is right. This mist is an array. We’re trapped until we destroy the core. Yu Tong, Yu Mingxing—attack together, but test the waters first. See how the eye reacts.”
“Fine.”
“Agreed.”