Sword of Spacetime!

"How can this be? If Saint Azure dies, wouldn't our human race's hope be all shattered?"

Wan Zhen's face was full of despair.

Ye Yuan was the human race's only hope. If he died, this Doomsday Battle would no longer have any hope.

He never thought that Nine-marks powerhouses actually still had Heavenly Dao True Martial this kind of heaven-defying martial art.

But now, facing Yuan Zhen three people's fatal blow, he felt that he was so powerless.

Three powerful to the extreme auras rushed toward the already seriously injured Ye Yuan.

Especially Yuan Zhen, that explosive momentum was almost making this mountain and river crumble apart.

If his punch landed solidly, there was no possibility of surviving at all.

Bang, bang, bang …

The three people did not stay at the rear in the slightest, unleashing a wanton bombardment toward Ye Yuan.

How horrifying was the power of Nine-marks Heavenly Dao Realm?