It was a force compressed to the extreme, with destructive power also at its peak. William Lynn could even see the air around the light sphere twisting, and space itself seemed to be collapsing inward toward the sphere.

Gavin Yates's face changed dramatically. "What a cunning monster!"

But his moves were already exhausted, and there was no time to change tactics. He could only grit his teeth and charge forward.

Gavin Yates's sword light collided with the old peach tree's light sphere, erupting in a dazzling brilliance that made it impossible for anyone to keep their eyes open.

At the moment of contact, there was little noise, but in the next instant, a deafening roar erupted.

A massive shockwave spread outward in all directions. The villagers of Stone Village in the distance were blown about like straw by the fierce wind.

Even though William Lynn was far away, facing the shockwave, he felt a tightness in his chest. The breath he was about to exhale was forcibly suppressed and couldn't come out.

At the center of the explosion, a figure was sent flying and crashed heavily to the ground—it was Gavin Yates.

At this moment, Gavin Yates no longer had the immortal aura he displayed when they first met. His white robe was now stained red with blood.

Evelyn Murray and the young man in white were both shocked and hurried forward to help Gavin Yates up. Before they could speak, Gavin Yates interrupted them, the old man shouting anxiously, "Go, quickly!"

Before his words had even faded, the old peach tree's flowering branches were already swaying in the wind, preparing for a new round of attacks.

The three from the Liuguang Sword Sect dared not hesitate. Supporting each other, they fled in a panic. At this moment, there was no thought of slaying demons or eliminating evil in their minds—there was only one word: run!

Meanwhile, William Lynn raised the Arctic Heavenly Magnet Sword, its blade pointing straight at the old peach tree.

"Now's the time!"

Chapter 8: I’ll Remember You!

The duel between the two Foundation Establishment experts ended with the old peach tree's victory.

First, she feigned weakness to lure Gavin Yates into overextending, then decisively counterattacked with her strongest power, beating this Foundation Establishment cultivator of the Liuguang Sword Sect until his face was covered in peach blossoms.

But the old peach tree also paid a hefty price. Her brilliant red protective demonic light had vanished, and she could only muster a new offensive with a rain of red mist and flower petals.

Even so, the heavily injured Gavin Yates and his two companions were no match and hurriedly fled.

At that moment, from another direction, a sudden surge of powerful magical energy erupted—lightning raged, shocking and awe-inspiring.

William Lynn's face was pale, drenched in sweat.

Above his head, the Arctic Heavenly Magnet Sword floated in midair, its blade covered in arcs of lightning, sparks crackling and leaping, the sound of electricity sizzling wildly.

William Lynn formed a hand seal, bitterness in his mouth. "This thing consumes too much spiritual power, but it's still not enough." He felt as if all his spiritual energy was about to be drained by the Arctic Heavenly Magnet Sword.

William Lynn didn't have many chances left. While the old peach tree was severely weakened by Gavin Yates, this was the best opportunity to defeat her. If he missed it, there would be no second chance.

Suddenly, inspiration struck William Lynn. "Right, how could I forget that thing?"

He quickly took out the Heavenly Thunder Jade Soul and tried to draw lightning spiritual energy from it.

This nearly caused disaster. The lightning essence within the Heavenly Thunder Jade Soul was incredibly pure and vast. In an instant, it surged into William Lynn's body, almost electrocuting him to a crisp.

William Lynn was completely enveloped in lightning, his entire body covered in dense blue-violet arcs.

Not only did sparks shoot from his eyes, ears, nose, and mouth, but even the pores all over his body spewed out excess lightning energy.

At the critical moment, William Lynn pushed the Nine Heavens Heavenly Thunder True Art to its limit, focusing his mind to connect with the Arctic Heavenly Magnet Sword above his head.

The massive lightning energy finally found an outlet, pouring into the Arctic Heavenly Magnet Sword like a flood breaking through a dam.

William Lynn carefully controlled the flow of spiritual and magical energy within his body, turning himself into a bridge between the Heavenly Thunder Jade Soul and the Arctic Heavenly Magnet Sword.

With this powerful supplement, the Arctic Heavenly Magnet Sword instantly became formidable. The lightning on its blade grew even more concentrated, eventually turning pure white, and the sword itself transformed into a blade of light.

At the tip of the light sword, the lightning gathered into a thunderball, growing larger and larger, radiating a world-destroying aura. Compared to the heavenly thunder summoned by William Lynn's previous Nine Heavens Thunder Summoning, it was just as strong, if not stronger.

The terror of this thunderball could already rival the light sphere condensed by the old peach tree.

The commotion on William Lynn's side had already drawn the attention of everyone in the battle. Both sides paused in shock and uncertainty. Although they couldn't see William Lynn, they were all watching his movements.

But before they could react, William Lynn had already made his move.

A beam of incomparably domineering and powerful lightning streaked across the sky, striking the charred old peach tree.

Arctic Heavenly Magnet Divine Light!

The peach tree's flowering branches trembled violently, endless red mist and flower rain surging to meet the Arctic Heavenly Magnet Divine Light.

Lightning and flower rain, red mist collided in midair. Time seemed to freeze at that moment, slowing to a crawl. Though it lasted only an instant, it felt like a hundred years had passed.

Everyone watching found that they could clearly see the flower rain and red mist shattering bit by bit, turning into specks of dust, then being devoured by the lightning.

The enchanting flowering branches, inch by inch, foot by foot, all turned to ash, all shattered.