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At this moment, the owner of the fog looked at the old man with a purple gaze.

“You’ll die, and your clansmen won’t be able to escape!”

a€oeYou can give it a try,a€0 The old man raised his greatsword again.

In the biting cold wind and snow, the sword energy collided with the fog, forming a vacuum around them.

Even though his body was aged, the old man still had a strong fighting spirit that.

His swordsmanship was different from Lu Yue’s.

If Lu Yue’s sword intent represented a young man’s indomitable will, then the old man’s sword energy was like a candle struggling in the wind. No matter how the wind and snow raged, I remained unmoved.

When the old man executed his sword techniques, it was more like an ancient dance.

It felt natural.

At this moment, the old man seemed to have fused with this world and used the power of the world to mobilize sword energy. The owner of the fog was fighting this world.

The power of the latter was only seemed powerful in front of the old man, but it could not really erupt.

This battle allowed the owner of the fog to once again witness the might of an absolute expert among humans.

Even though he was aged, he still had the strength to crush it.

However, as time passed, the old man gradually began to feel powerless.

The speed at which he swung his sword became slower and slower. The owner of the fog gradually gained the upper hand.

When the fog brushed past the old man’s body, he suddenly fell to the ground.

He struggled to stand up and tore off his tattered clothes, revealing his injured body.

There were so many wounds that they covered every inch of his skin.

Behind him were his clansmen. He had protected them for more than two hundred years and had never fallen before. He would not fall today.

Shou Yi’s gaze was indifferent as he raised his sword again.

“I can spare you, but I need the lives of your clansmen in exchange for yours,” the owner of the fog said in a hoarse voice.

He had said this to Mu Qing before.

Mu Qing responded with her fists. This time, it was the same. Shou Yi responded with the big sword in his grip.

When the sword energy approached, the fog swept forward.

The two energies collided. The sword energy could not split the fog, and the fog could not repel the sword energy.

In the stalemate, fine beads of blood seeped out of the old man’s body.

With a roar, his white hair danced. The sword intent in his heart kept rising, pushing the sword energy to split the fog bit by bit and push forward.

Sensing the powerful sword intent, the owner of the fog felt the threat of death again.

With a desire for life, he also chose to erupt with all his strength.

Dense gray fog surged and swept forward with blood and Qi.

The violent power swept up the snow and spread in all directions. The terrifying power kept all the warriors in the village who wanted to rush over to provide support out.

The sword energy continued to advance and gradually approached the origin core in the center of the fog.

Although his body was in its twilight years, the old man’s exquisite sword skills still made people tremble.

The owner of the fog let out a snarl.

However, no matter how the fog surged, it could not stop the sword energy from slowly advancing.

The old man held the huge sword with both hands and kept pressing down.

At this moment, he seemed to have become one with the world. The sword intent became sharper with the determination in his heart.

However, more and more blood seeped out of his body. In the blink of an eye, he was already covered in blood.

Just as the owner of the fog thought that his life source was about to be injured by the sword energy and might even die, the sword energy suddenly dissipated.

He looked over and saw that the old man was standing with a sword in his hand, but he was no longer breathing.

Seeing the old man die, the warrior who came to reinforce him cried out in grief.

These scavengers grew up listening to his stories.

The old man was of extraordinary meaning to the entire village and was even a hero in their hearts.

However, now, the hero was dying and could not withstand the ravages of time.

When he was young, Shou Yi wielded his sword and led the residents of Extreme City out of the domain field to the frontline of Winterfrost.

In his life, he had killed countless domain creatures and had never been defeated.

He had even suppressed the riots of several domain transcendent creatures alone.

His lifetime achievements could only be described as glorious.

He had taught countless students, including many famous warriors who were still active on the frontline.

During a battle at his peak, he had stepped into the Purgatory Domain Field alone and killed the eight-armed Purgatory creature alone. In the end, he suppressed the Purgatory Domain Field.

At that time, the Purgatory Domain Field was expanding at its craziest.

Just because Shou Yi stood there with his sword, it did not dare to rashly expand.

However, heroes would eventually die.

No one could escape the corrosion of time and the passing of life.

At this moment, Shou Yi, who was holding the dragon mark sword, no longer had the combat strength he had at his peak.

As his bodily functions continued to decline, even though he had the killing intent to kill the enemy, his body had already reached its limit.

In the final battle, he almost killed the owner of the fog.

But in the end, he died with regret. Amidst the cries of his clansmen, his figure collapsed in the biting cold wind.

The legend of a generation came to an end.

This was the journey of humankind fight against the domain expansion.

A new legendary figure would emerge in very generation. They walked step by step to the peak and left a deep and colorful mark in history, writing a legendary story that belonged to them.

Even domain experts who regarded humans as ants did not dare to underestimate these legendary figures.

However, every era had its own legend.

Shou Yi’s era was long in the past.

At this moment, amidst the shouts of his clansmen, he was buried then and there in the snow.

Looking at the red-eyed warriors in front of it who was pouncing on it with all their might,

the owner of the fog was totally calm, nor did it have any thoughts of holding back.

The gray fog swept forward, taking away lives one after another and constantly drawing away the blood and Qi power that overflowed from their bodies.

Life seemed very fragile at this moment..