Chapter 1739 Kneel down!

Every drop of divine blood absorbed into the Eight Furnaces is transformed into pure energy and fed back to Ye Chuyun.

His physical and magical strength, which had been greatly depleted due to the continuous bursts of power, began to recover rapidly.

"Use your divine blood to nourish my battle body." Ye Chuyun's lips curled into a cruel smile.

"Let's see how much blood you can bleed."

The body of the craftsman god struggled to fight back, but the injury to his spine made his movements sluggish.

It attempted to split again, but the suppressive power of the Eight-Part Pagoda locked it tightly. The split clones were torn apart by the suction force as soon as they took shape, turning into nutrients and being devoured by the furnace.

Taking this opportunity, Ye Chuyun was finally able to free up her hands to deal with the Craftsman God's head that had been interfering all along.

He turned his head, his gaze sharp as a knife as he looked at the floating metal head.

Inside the head of the God of Crafts, the divided soul's consciousness fluctuated violently.

It saw the horrific state of the body and also felt the terrifying suppression of the rules by the phantom of the small tower.

What alarmed it even more was that this intruder, after its elemental power was sealed, displayed physical combat strength and a series of bizarre methods that were even more dangerous than before.

"We must disrupt him to buy time for his body to recover."

The mechanical tentacles rose again.

This time, it no longer attempted to directly rewrite the rules surrounding Ye Chuyun.

The suppression by the Eight Floating Pagodas made large-scale rule interference extremely difficult, so it changed its approach and used [concept analysis].

"Concept analysis, target selected."

"Analysis progress 17%...34%...59%..."

"Analysis successful, memory concept locked."

"Using memory as an anchor, to bring to life the most terrifying scenes."

However, the next second, the head of the craftsman god was stunned.

Because the scene it wanted to manifest did not appear; instead, Ye Chuyun tilted her head to look at it.

"What? It's not working?"

"Sorry, I can do what you can do, so your trick won't work on me."

Ye Chuyun grinned, revealing her large teeth.

The Craftsman God's head trick is nothing more than creating illusions to deceive people.

However, how could this trick possibly work on him?

He also possesses the talent for illusions, so neutralizing his illusions would be a piece of cake.

The God of Craftsman's head trembled violently, and he reacted in the next second. Three runes on his mechanical tentacles exploded in succession.

The illusion was forcibly erased, and it suffered a backlash.

Ye Chuyun, however, had already taken this opportunity to step out.

In this step, he used the [Space-Time Body] to manipulate time, instantly boosting his speed to its limit.

With the help of the [Minor Teleportation] technique, he appeared directly above the head of the Craftsman God without giving him a chance.

"You are good at manipulating rules and creating illusions."

"Then let's see if you can rewrite history with this sword strike."

Ye Chuyun looked down from his high vantage point, the God-Slaying Sword hanging upside down.

Before the sword fell, the intent arrived first.

The true core of this sword strike is the power of [Light and Darkness Cycle].

Although not fully awakened, the essence of the cycle of light and darkness is the cycle of life and death.

At this moment, Ye Chuyun incorporated it into his sword intent, and this sword strike took on a judgmental meaning.

This is an unreasonable sword, a conceptual strike that transcends conventional attacks.

The head of the craftsman struggled frantically, and all the mechanical tentacles retracted, weaving together on the top of the head into an airtight helmet.

It attempts to rewrite the concept of the sword, trying to define this sword as non-existent.

But the illusory image of the Eight-Part Pagoda trembled once more.

The suppressive force surged in like a tidal wave, forcibly pressing the head down three inches.

The God-Slaying Sword fell.

The sword pierced through the helmet and into the skull of the craftsman god.

A crack spread out across the surface of the skull.

The divided soul emitted a shrill scream, but it didn't make a sound; rather, it was a fluctuation of the soul.

The entire ocean, its very embodiment, seemed to surge with a shared feeling, and the space itself trembled.

The head of the craftsman god was finally seriously injured.

But its vitality was extremely tenacious. Although its head was cracked, its soul was not scattered, and it was instead aroused to its final ferocity.

"Those who blaspheme against God shall die!!!"

Instead of defending themselves, all the mechanical tentacles lunged at Ye Chuyun, each tentacle tip glowing with a blinding red light.

This is a sign that the rune is about to self-destruct, launching a final counterattack with the power of the primordial rules.

Ye Chuyun's eyes narrowed, and she withdrew.

He wasn't afraid, but he couldn't afford to exchange wounds with the other side at this time.

He also had to control the pace of the battle and wait for the other squads.

"You want to self-destruct? Did you ask me first?"

The illusory image of the Eight-Part Pagoda shook for the third time.

The vortex at the bottom of the tower spun wildly, unleashing a suction force ten times stronger than before.

If you self-destruct, I'll swallow you whole into the tower and let you explode inside the Eight Furnaces.

The self-destruction process of the God of Crafts' head was forcibly interrupted, and the divided soul consciousness was almost disintegrated under the dual effects of suction and suppression.

It struggled desperately, but could only watch helplessly as it was pulled little by little toward the terrifying phantom of the small tower.

Meanwhile, the God of Craftsmanship seized the opportunity to barely repair some of the damage and struggled to stand up.

But as soon as it stood up, it heard Ye Chuyun's icy voice:

"Did I let you get up?"

Ye Chuyun waved his left hand, and the four clones that had been fighting with the clone suddenly self-destructed at the same time.

Boom boom boom!

The power of the four clones self-destructing was not enough to severely damage the body of the God of Crafts, but it successfully created chaos.

Amidst the turbulent currents, Ye Chuyun's true form appeared behind the God of Craftsman's body.

He held the sword with both hands, the blade flat against the back of the craftsman's neck.

The giant golden hand reappeared and pressed down hard on the head of the God of Crafts.

"Give me a sigh!"

The giant hand pressed down, and the sword's edge pushed forward.

The God of Craftsmanship went limp and crashed onto the sea. It had no legs, but the impact of its fall created a hundred-meter-high wave.

Thus, the two semi-spirit-level guardians were now in two states: one was sucked into mid-air by the phantom of the Eight-Part Pagoda and unable to struggle, while the other was forced to kneel on the ground with a sword pressed against his neck and unable to move.

Ye Chuyun single-handedly controlled two terrifying beings.

He was slightly out of breath; the continuous bursts of energy had taken a heavy toll on him.

However, the feedback from the eight furnaces kept him in a state where he could continue fighting.

"Twenty minutes have passed..."

Ye Chuyun silently calculated the time in her mind, and finally separated a wisp of consciousness to connect to the Lingxi Channel.

"Each team reports on their progress."

After a brief silence, voices began to ring out again in the Lingxi Channel.

The fourth squad was the first to respond, and Moro's voice rang out.

"We have figured out the pattern of the root of the left foot guardian's ley lines. Its defensive and regenerative abilities are indeed abnormal, but we are setting up a reverse extraction barrier, which can break its infinite regeneration characteristic in five minutes at most."

Kurosawa: "The puppet thread of the right hand that weaves fate has been 89% corroded by my Dark Domain. Qin Feng has found its core. The others are preparing to break the talisman. We can launch the final attack within three minutes."

Hongbao: "Master, Master, the guardian here is too difficult to deal with. Ye Mingyu and I burned it for a long time and only burned off a layer of skin. But it's not a big problem. Ye Mingyu said he has a way. It should take about... um, another seven or eight minutes?"

Finally, it was the second squad.