"Rumble..." with a sound, the first feathered arrow struck Yan's fist squarely, causing only a slight tremor.

The second feathered arrow followed, and Yan suddenly found that this one made his fist ache subtly, followed by the third, the fourth...

When the fifth feathered arrow hit Yan's fist, it was already utterly shattered...

A muffled groan escaped Yan's lips due to the immense pain. Facing the increasingly powerful sixth and seventh feathered arrows, he was forced to summon all his strength to block them. Streams of black light surged from his body, and his arms instantly became covered in black scales. However, the sixth arrow disintegrated the black light barrier before him, and the seventh arrow pierced directly through his hardened scales, going straight through his arm and into his chest, before unleashing a powerful surge of energy...

A roar of fury erupted from Yan's throat; a massive, gaping hole had been blasted in his chest, from which dark red blood continuously flowed. The damage inflicted by this arrow even surpassed that of the Heaven-Overturning Seal.

Seeing that Hu Yanqi's Sunset Divine Arrow had reached such a level of mastery, Ye Jingyu and the others were inwardly astonished. If judging purely by destructive power, his attack absolute surpassed everyone present, as Ye Jingyu didn't believe he could injure a Hong-level master with his own strength.

However, even though Hu Yanqi had exhausted all his power, he had only managed to wound Yan. While the injury was severe, as soon as the black light radiated from Yan's body, the wounds began to regenerate rapidly.

Ye Jingyu and Liang Xiaoke scrambled to their feet with a whoosh, grabbing the nearest people and bolting into the distance. Hu Yanqi, even exhausting all his strength, could only achieve this much—what more could they possibly do?

"You will all die..." Yan was now utterly enraged. If being injured by Ye Jingyu and the others earlier was due to their possession of powerful magical artifacts, then being wounded again now was the ultimate insult. Someone of far inferior strength had managed to injure him—how could this not incite his fury?

In his blinding rage, Yan pursued Ye Jingyu and the others without regard for anything, completely forgetting that he was a Legion Commander.

The group fled in a chase and escape that lasted hundreds of kilometers. In a place like the Abyss, travel was incredibly arduous; even covering a few hundred kilometers took several hours.

At this point, Ye Jingyu was bleeding from all seven orifices. He had to use the Eastern Emperor Bell to shield himself and those around him, while also having to use the Heaven-Overturning Seal intermittently to harass Yan. The power within him was almost completely depleted, and the others were in an even more wretched state; even Liang Xiaoke’s Haotian Orb had been drained of most of its energy, rendering it unable to output any more power for the time being.

Hu Yanmeng was also panting heavily from exhaustion. Relying on the Moon Spirit Divine Bow in her hands, while she couldn't inflict fatal damage on Yan, she had significantly slowed his pace, which was the only reason they had managed to flee so far.

But now, everyone was too exhausted to run any further. They had unknowingly arrived at the mouth of a canyon. Chilling winds emanated from within, subtly mixed with gusts of sword energy. Without hesitation, Ye Jingyu and the others plunged into the canyon; they had no other choice left.

Yan also charged into the canyon. His massive form, now transformed into a creature with eight claws and four heads, halted. Sensing the faint sword energy emanating from the canyon, a look of caution flickered in his eyes.

He had visited this canyon before and knew exactly what lay within. It was a place capable of slaying a Zhou-level master, perhaps even a Yu-level master. Should he really enter? The fire in his heart had largely subsided under the influence of the emanating sword energy.

However, the thought of the heavenly artifacts on Ye Jingyu and the others reignited his interest. His massive divine sense swept outward, and he discovered that the sword energy here was much weaker. His spirit immediately lifted. His last visit here was a hundred years ago; had the power of the place weakened over time?

If that was the case, he would venture in to see. For those heaven-defying artifacts, Yan had gone all-in. If he could obtain those treasures, his strength would multiply exponentially.

Black light flared across his scales, forming a massive energy shield that enveloped him. His body transformed into a streak of light, and he charged straight in.

As soon as Ye Jingyu and the others entered the canyon, regret washed over them. The place was filled with sword energy, sharp to the extreme. Even with Ye Jingyu manifesting the Eastern Emperor Bell and Jiu Feng deploying the Profound Origin Water Control Flag, they could barely withstand the terrifying energy.

The energy slashes were so sharp, so agile, so swift. The blue light emitted by the Eastern Emperor Bell was shattered by successive blows, followed by the black radiance of the Profound Origin Water Control Flag...

Just as they could no longer endure the sword energy and were about to turn back and flee, Yan's enormous body barreled in. Seeing Ye Jingyu and the others daring not venture deeper, a cruel smile stretched across Yan's lips. His eight hands clenched into fists simultaneously and slammed toward Ye Jingyu and the others...

"Thump-thump-thump-thump..." How could Ye Jingyu and the others withstand such force? They were blasted backward, slamming heavily against the canyon walls, every bone in their bodies nearly shattered.

Ye Jingyu, in particular, had shouldered the force of seven blows to protect those around him. At this moment, there was not a single intact part left on his body.

Even with the domineering power of his Tyrant Essence Qi, even with his formidable self-healing ability, he possessed no fighting strength left.

Jiu Feng threw herself in front of Ye Jingyu, gripping the Profound Origin Water Control Flag tightly, desperately pouring her demonic energy into it to make it emit black light, completely enveloping the two of them. Now, she was powerless to help anyone else...

Seeing the group scattered and broken by his attack, the smile on Yan's lips grew even more sinister. These weaklings—so frail, yet they had injured his noble body. It was unforgivable! He glanced at the unconscious Hu Yanqi, clenched one hand tightly, and prepared to kill him first to show them how foolish it was to harm his revered body...

Mighty fist energy gathered around his knuckles. Just as he was about to swing, an extremely overbearing voice echoed through the canyon: "Who dares touch my disciple!"

(Apologies for keeping everyone waiting; here is one chapter first. I am still writing and will upload as soon as it is finished. Brothers and sisters, please give your support!)