In the city of Balin, Qin Yang suddenly rose from his dark horse and galloped into the air, as if shattering the entire void.

  If the void is like a sea, and Chen Jing is a fish in the sea, then the flames of will are the waves. Qin Yang is like a giant ship charging into the sea from land, riding the wind and breaking the waves. Wherever he passes, the flames of will scatter and open up, and it's simply impossible to get close to the length of his black halberd.

  A spear thrust out, silently annihilating the void, and stabbed straight into the place where the flames were most intense.

  A sword hummed to life, the black halberd seemed to pierce into a thicket of gold and iron, emitting a series of clashing sounds. The black halberd was like a boat breaking through waves, the flames scattered, and a blue butterfly in the flames seemed to swim about like a small fish, drifting with the ripples.

  Qin Yang didn't stop, straddling the void with a single leap, he was already close to the butterfly. The black halberd in Qin Yang's hand stabbed out without any fancy moves, its target being that pale blue butterfly.

  A butterfly's wings lightly flapped, and suddenly disappeared under the black halberd. In the instant it disappeared, a flame like a wave suddenly surged up from all sides, rushing towards Qin Central. Qin Central swung the black halberd in his hand, swinging it into a circle, and the flames were momentarily unable to get close, while also dispersing.

  At this moment, the faint sound of sword humming echoed in the void again, but no one knew where the sound came from. Qin Yang seemed to be able to see it, and with a single thrust, the void folded up like a dark current, and a sword that seemed to have condensed into existence appeared there. In an instant, the black spear pierced the sword body and dissipated. Only those with keen eyesight knew that the sword had not completely dissipated, because the sword spirit had not died, and everything was still under its control. This was the advantage of the sword becoming formless.

  Just as the sword light dissipated, a change occurred. The butterfly in the sword light flew up, and the sword light did not disappear like before, but instead scattered into countless sword threads that stabbed towards Qin Yang, like dusting silk. Only to see Qin Yang's black halberd stirring in front of him, immediately creating a whirlpool that sucked in the sword threads.

  Chen Jing was shocked, those sword threads were the result of his hard work and dedication to forge a perfect sword. If they were to be scattered again, he feared that the sword would be completely ruined. He once again urged the Flame of Will to attack Qin Yang, and at the same time, a strange sound echoed in the empty space, which was the cry of the Butterfly of Heaven. Years ago, Chen Jing had been lost in the cry of the Butterfly of Heaven when he was still a caterpillar. As soon as the cry sounded, Qin Yang's movements paused for a moment, and in that brief moment, the sword threads that were being stirred into the vortex suddenly flashed out and gathered on the butterfly's body, transforming into a sword, with the butterfly becoming like an imprint on the sword.

  The sword body slightly moved, and it had already fallen into the empty space below. On the altar of willpower flames, in these flames of will, he could feel infinite power, a kind of invisible power that allowed him to come back to life time and again at the edge of death.

  Chen Jing emerged from the flames, still wearing his pale blue robes, but without a sword in hand. The sword had dispersed and merged with the flames, communicating with the spiritual energy of the void through its body, causing the flames to manifest. In people's eyes, the altar was ablaze with fierce flames, each tongue of fire resembling a sword that seemed to want to take flight, the sound of swords humming continuously, as if telling everything in this city of Ba Ling, the River God is fine, hope still exists.

  Chen Jing stood on the altar, feeling the fierce burning of the willpower. In his heart, he suddenly had an idea to rush over and perish together with Qin Yang. He was shocked in his heart and tried hard to suppress this impulse. He did not expect that this willpower would bring such a strong thought, and the thought was full of hatred and unwillingness, as well as a kind of ruthless determination to die together with the enemy.

  Apart from this, he could also feel the surging earth vein spirit power of the city through the altar, but this earth vein spirit power was completely different from the Jinghe spirit power and the town's energy, without a hint of the kind of atmosphere that mountains and rivers should have. Instead, it was a gloomy and oppressive feeling, as if Chen Jing had sensed a bloody aura emanating from the earth vein spirit power, and as if there were countless vengeful spirits howling in the distance.

  Qin's horse soared through the air, the void churned and foamed, a single spear thrust downward.

  "Bang……" A loud noise echoed through the void. The dark and heavy halberd pierced into the void, and the surging spiritual energy pressed down like a black wave. In the entire city of Ba Ling, the only source of light was the fierce flame on the central altar, which was like a solitary lighthouse in the endless night sea, guiding those who were lost in the darkness back home.

  Endless darkness, gloomy and somber, like the Black Sea hanging upside down in the sky, surging and rolling, with Qin's central abdomen under the dark horse's hand holding a black halberd as the wave head, having the momentum to swallow all living things.

  When ideas are no longer constrained, they become like a river bursting its banks, transforming from ordinary water into a torrent that devours all living things. People survive under the constraints of law or morality, each one becoming tame and rule-abiding; when their right to survival is ruthlessly stripped away, even in death, the idea in his heart will eternally exist, because they represent the most primitive desire for survival, which will not change by half a degree regardless of time and space.

  When people in the city feel suffocating pressure, they burst out with equally astonishing desperation and killing intent, which is the madness of dying and resentment.

  "Kill!"

  Every person in the city, at this moment, has a face full of murderous intent, no longer benevolent. The more pious they were to the city god, the more resentful they are now.

  Chen Jing's shout was filled with killing intent as he charged forward, his sword thrusting straight up. At this moment, it was no longer just him stabbing the sword, but the entire city working together to kill the enemy and survive.

  People outside the city can't see that people in Baling City are struggling to survive, but they heard more than 100,000 people in Baling City shouting out with all their might, "Kill".

  Kill!

  "Kill!"

  "Kill!"

  ……

  This voice carried a crazy and unyielding hatred, with a strong murderous intent in the word "kill".

  Those Xuanmen disciples of course couldn't hear, but Nalan Wang in the sky above Bal City could, and he saw it too. He floated above the city, through the endless dark energy, only to see Chen Jing being struck by a dark rider again and again, shattered into pieces each time, yet every time he would reappear quickly, draw his sword once more, and charge at that dark rider.

  "Kill!"

  Chen Jing yelled frantically, it was unclear whether he was leading or influenced by the will of the 200,000 lives. After his voice shouted out, more than 200,000 people chorused: "Kill".

  If it weren't for the willpower of over 200,000 people supporting him from behind, he would have already died. However, this strong willpower can only make his consciousness not disperse after being hit repeatedly, but cannot increase his magical power much, because his breath has not yet merged with the earth's pulse of the Overlord's Tomb. Even if his faith is strong, he cannot obtain spiritual power from the earth's pulse. The magical power he can drive is just enough to drive the sword body to communicate with the heaven and earth's primordial energy.

  Chen Jing was not transformed into a butterfly, but rather transformed into a blue-robed man. This allowed people to see themselves more clearly. He pounced forward, his entire body engulfed in flames of willpower. His eyes, ears, nose, mouth, and sword were all spewing forth fierce flames. He charged out wildly, his sword flashing out, his body seemingly piercing through space, suddenly appearing before the black-armored knight, his sword thrusting straight at the knight's eyes.

  This knight was wrapped in black armor all over his body. That year, he suddenly appeared in the Qin Guang Wang City, injuring Jiang Liuyun and later chasing Ye Qingxue out of the city with him. Now that he has reappeared here, Chen Jing immediately knew that this dark knight was the spirit of the Qin Guang Wang seal. However, what made Chen Jing puzzled was that at that time, this dark knight had no face or his face was just a blur, but now his face was very clear, exactly the person Chen Jing recognized - Qin Yang, also the city god of Ba Ling City back then.

  He didn't know what was going on and he didn't want to know now. He just wanted to kill him, although he didn't know how, so he could only try his best every time.

  The sword is a fire sword, willing flames in crazy burning, fierce flames filled with the killing heart of more than 200,000 people in the city.

  Chen Jing couldn't see any emotion in Qin Yang's eyes, only coldness.

  Qin Central sat astride the gloomy dark horse, silent and motionless, with the black halberd in his hand thrust straight at Chen Jing, not a bit slower than Chen Jing's sword. As soon as the halberd was thrust out, Chen Jing immediately felt layers of restraint, no one knew how much strong mental power he needed to exert for each sword move, and the closer he got to Qin Central, the more he had a feeling of being frozen in emptiness.

  One sword after another, one death after another.

  The black halberd was raised, and just as the sword body was about to pierce Qin's eyes, the black halberd had already struck the sword body. A simple and direct strike on the sword body made Chen Jing feel like a hammer hitting his heart, suffocating and extremely painful. This was the 132nd sword, from the first sword that was barely hit by the extended black halberd, he had been repeating this sword ever since.

  But each time was shattered by a single blow, and each time had to experience the suffocating pain of death and the piercing heartache.

  "Kill!" This cry was let out by Chen Jing, who had not yet materialized in the flames of his willpower, but was enduring a pain that tore at his nerves and soul, just to let everyone know he was still alive and could fight again.

  "Kill!" The tens of thousands of people in the city shouted out in unison, their voices shaking the sky.

  It was because of his repeated dispersal and re-condensation, shouting out a killing intent, that the entire city couldn't help but shout out this killing intent as well. If one were to look at the first two swords separately, it would be difficult to discern any difference between them. However, if one were to compare the first sword with each of the subsequent 132 swords, there would be a world of difference.

  The first sword was a zhi away from Qin's chest, but each of the 132 swords that followed were almost stabbing into Qin's eyes.

  Even Nalan Wang was somewhat looking forward to seeing how far Chen Jing could reach with his next sword, wondering whether Chen Jing would be thoroughly extinguished under the black halberd in this way, or what would happen after Chen Jing's sword pierced into Qin Yang's eyes.

  "Kill..."

  "Kill..."