Chapter 641: I, He Yiming, Insist on the Survival of Humanity
"Damn it, Brother Ming is finally making his move!"
"Oh my god, such a massive tsunami! How will Brother Ming defend against it?"
"Hotpot, music, take a sip of the 1982 Ice Spirit Wine, and witness Brother Ming's most dazzling performance!"
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Many players had indeed exhausted their strength, and at this point, they all found comfortable positions to lie down and peacefully watch He Yiming's performance.
"Go, Brother Ming!"
"Beat the crap out of this stupid Primordial Flood!"
"What kind of show-off move is Brother Ming going to use this time? My recording and screenshot functions are ready to go!"
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All the players had absolute confidence in He Yiming!
This scene surprised even the ancient inhabitants.
In the previous battles, the overwhelmingly powerful strength of He Yiming's disciples had already deeply amazed every ancient inhabitant.
But now, facing the terrifying power of this Primordial Flood, in this direst moment, all the disciples who had been fighting from the beginning until now were full of absolute confidence in He Yiming!
"Master He Yiming..." the youth with the broken horn and the young boy Yi raised their heads, looking at He Yiming's figure.
"Boom boom boom!" The colossal flood, a hundred thousand meters tall, transformed into a terrifying tsunami that blotted out the sky and covered the earth as it thundered down!
If this attack hit the ground, it would be enough to level the entire land to a depth of a thousand kilometers, turning an area of hundreds of miles into flat ground!
This strike was the most powerful attack that the Primordial Flood had gathered up to now!
Everyone's gaze was focused on He Yiming, wanting to know...
How would He Yiming defend against it?
"..."
He Yiming remained silent, his gaze shifting.
Over ten thousand players were all looking at him with full trust.
He Yiming looked again.
The over five million ancient inhabitants were all looking at him. Numerous figures were clasping their hands in prayer for him, their hopeful gazes all fixed on him.
Because he was their hope, their future!
"Perhaps the reason for the system's reward being the Qingdi Longevity Body and the Master of Destiny Art of Qi Luck is that..."
He Yiming's thoughts flickered.
The Five Calamities of Heaven were meant to annihilate humanity!
The survival of humanity, weak and struggling until now, was meant to be thoroughly wiped out by the Five Calamities of Heaven!
However...
The Bridge to the Other Shore had brought him and the players to this ancient era!
In this ancient era, perhaps...
He was the only one who possessed the Qingdi Longevity Body and the Master of Destiny Art of Qi Luck!
After all, every player's Qingdi Longevity Body had been taught by him using the Master of Destiny Art of Qi Luck!
"Boom boom boom!!!" In the blink of an eye, an incomparably powerful aura erupted from He Yiming's body!
First, a towering ancient tree, ten thousand meters tall, appeared!
The next moment, an immense vitality and an unyielding will burst forth from He Yiming's body in waves!
Almost simultaneously!
With He Yiming's breath, countless streams of starlight soared into the sky from the players and the ancient inhabitants, converging towards He Yiming!
These countless streams of starlight traversed the sky, converging into a river that flowed towards He Yiming!
This was the Qi Luck!
The accumulated Qi Luck of the players, as well as the Qi Luck passed down through generations among the over five million ancient inhabitants!
At this moment, all of it converged onto He Yiming!
"The Heavenly Dao wants to annihilate humanity..."
"I, He Yiming, insist on the survival of humanity!"
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With He Yiming's whispered words, the towering ancient tree behind him began to grow larger, larger, and even larger!
The aura of He Yiming's Qingdi Longevity Body rapidly increased, increasing, and increasing once more!
"Boom!" With a deafening rumble, the ten-thousand-meter-tall towering ancient tree behind He Yiming finally broke through the limits of the Heaven Dan Realm, truly advancing into the Nascent Soul Realm!
The originally ten-thousand-meter-tall ancient tree behind He Yiming transformed into a towering behemoth of a hundred thousand meters tall!
"Today, with me, He Yiming, here, Primordial Flood! You won't harm a single soul!!!" He Yiming roared at the sky, and the hundred-thousand-meter-tall towering ancient tree sprouted countless branches and leaves, actually propping up the enormous tsunami descending from the sky!
"Boom boom boom!" The black-purple flood, over a hundred thousand meters tall, tried to crush down again and again, attempting to break through!
He Yiming unleashed the power of his Nascent Soul Realm Qingdi Longevity Body, carrying the will of all the players and all the ancient inhabitants, turning into that towering ancient tree of a hundred thousand meters tall, and forcibly withstood the sky-obscuring tsunami!
"Boom boom boom!"
However, as time passed, the power of the Primordial Flood's calamity continued to increase bit by bit, and it gradually began to suppress He Yiming's towering ancient tree!
"Damn it!"
"Can this Primordial Flood's strength still increase?"
"It's over! Brother Ming seems like he won't be able to hold on!"
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Many players were shocked, and a few of them even attempted to use their strength to support He Yiming, but they stumbled and almost fell.
After nearly twenty-four hours of intense battle, the players had been almost completely drained.
"Hang in there, Brother Ming!"
"Brother Ming, a true man, must hold on!"
"Go, Brother Ming! I believe Brother Ming will definitely last the longest!"
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Thus, the players shouted loudly, using all their strength to cheer and encourage He Yiming.
One incense stick's worth of time passed by.
The power of the Primordial Flood's calamity continued to rapidly increase, increasing, and increasing once more!
The immense force of the tsunami had increased by a full two times compared to before!
He Yiming's towering ancient tree, which was a hundred thousand meters tall, was on the verge of collapse. Countless cracks covered the enormous trunk of the ancient tree!
Yet He Yiming remained as calm as water, gazing up at the sky.
"Crack!" With a crisp sound, He Yiming's towering ancient tree, which was a hundred thousand meters tall, finally couldn't hold on any longer and shattered with a deafening roar!
The next moment, the boundless black-purple flood transformed into a horrifying tsunami capable of swallowing the heavens and replacing the earth. It descended from the sky and crushed down!
"It's over!" The ancient inhabitants all knelt on the ground in despair, closing their eyes in hopelessness.
Only two small figures continued to look up at the sky.
The youth with the broken horn!
The young boy, Yi!
The gazes of both of them were fixed on He Yiming.
"Only three breaths left!" He Yiming whispered softly.
And so, at this critical moment, He Yiming finally made his move!
"Sword Intent, Cross the Heavens!"
"Sword Intent, Pursue the Wind!"
"Sword Intent, Harmonize!"
"Sword Intent, Break the Army!"
"Concept, Gravity!"
"Concept, Formation Intent!"
"Fuse!"
"Six Paths of the Sword!!!"
With a flip of his palm, the Six Paths of the Sword suddenly appeared in He Yiming's hand!
"Against the Current, Sword Falls into the Star River!!!" With He Yiming's roar, tens of thousands of massive starry swords suddenly appeared, and the sword winds reversed, rushing towards the sky!
"Kill!!!" The next moment, with He Yiming's voice, tens of thousands of massive starry swords soared into the sky, directly striking the boundless tsunami!
"Rumble rumble rumble!" The boundless black-purple flood suddenly spun around, transforming into a constantly rotating drill head that descended with a thunderous crash!
"Boom boom boom!" The Primordial Flood's water calamity, transformed into a drill head, shattered He Yiming's tens of thousands of starry swords with a single strike!
The full-powered reverse attack of the Six Paths of the Sword, Cross the Heavens, only managed to block the Primordial Flood's calamity for one breath!
"Wanzu Nenghu!!!" With a thought, He Yiming's colossal Wanzu Nenghu appeared again. On his body, the power of 888 concepts circulated, and he held a sword made of heavenly fire!
"Boom!" With a thunderous crash, Wanzu Nenghu swung the sword of heavenly fire, directly striking the drill head formed by the Primordial Flood's calamity!
"Bang!" The next moment, Wanzu Nenghu and the sword of heavenly fire were shattered together!
However, they managed to block the Primordial Flood's calamity for one more breath!
Even though only one breath remained!
If they couldn't hold on for this one breath!
Everyone would still die!
"Brother Ming!!!" All the players raised their heads and looked at the boundless and endless black-purple flood that was about to crush their faces. They all cried out in shock!
But at this very last moment, He Yiming remained composed and calm, striking again without hesitation!