Gao Liang struggled desperately, yet found the giant troll as immovable as iron, holding him firmly. "Ah!" A sharp claw tore through his chest, creating a gushing wound, and then the claws slashed across his face, leaving him covered in blood. This wasn't so bad—yet the troll effortlessly lifted Gao Liang with its claws, and due to inertia, Gao Liang struck the ground like a stone, landing hard. Blood spilled everywhere on the ground. "Upon Ying'er's reminder, Gao Liang immediately shouted in his mind: 'I want to enter the Yue Guang Treasure Box space!' Suddenly, the Yue Guang Treasure Box space opened on its own. When the giant monster also wanted to enter, Gao Liang slammed the door shut with a loud clang. Following Ying'er's instructions, Gao Liang quickly located an equipment warehouse. Inside, gleaming weapons stood ready—two swords radiating a cold, brilliant light. After taking one of the swords, Gao Liang returned to the battlefield. When Ying'er was most vulnerable, he threw the sword into her hands. With a cry, she addressed Gao Liang: 'Liang-ge, this is my Ice Spirit Cold Light Sword! Hurry, come with me!' Ying'er danced the sword with a whirlwind of motion, her movements flowing like a brush painting a dragon and phoenix in flight. Gao Liang was utterly captivated—never having imagined Ying'er to be such a graceful sword-dancer, and even more amazed at how well she performed. With swift, elegant strokes, she created three large, bowl-sized sword patterns, all aimed directly at the giant monster. 'Ooooh!' The giant troll's massive claws were pierced by the Ice-Soul Cold-Light Sword, gushing with blood and immediately roaring, leveraging its enormous size to press down upon Ying'er with the force of a mountain crushing a peak. At the critical moment, Gao Liang stepped in. "Ho!" His sword drew forth, radiating brilliant hues that dazzled the troll so intensely that it nearly couldn't open its eyes. "The Sword of Heaven's Cut, to vanquish demons and eradicate evil! When the divine blade is drawn, the universe dims; all things tremble!" Gao Liang's exceptional talent stemmed from years of rigorous training in physical and mental endurance, enabling him to grasp new skills swiftly—learn them instantly, comprehend them at a glance. Thus, not only did he fully master Ying'er's previous dance technique, but he also added his own original, improvised move: "The Whirling Dance of the Sun and Moon in Full Bloom." This maneuver proved impenetrable. As the troll charged forward with the force of a mountain, Gao Liang and Ying'er had already formed a seamless dual-sword synergy, their combined sword energy creating an unbreakable wall of resolute blade power. "Crash!" The giant's massive claws struck against the sword wall, producing a sharp, piercing sound. "Aah!" the giant roared again—this time, a long, resonant cry. Behind him, the hundred beasts surged forward like a tidal wave, encircling Gao Liang and Ying'er. "Ying'er, hurry! Back to back, each of us holding our swords—eyes on the nose, nose on the heart—eyes scanning all directions, ears listening to every sound!" Gao Liang and Ying'er moved in perfect harmony, forming a striking and elegant sight. The beasts charged fiercely, only to find themselves blocked by an unyielding sword wall. "Aah! Aah! Aah!" the giant roared three times in succession. Instantly, the hundred beasts altered their attack strategy, forming a solid, impenetrable ring around Gao Liang and Ying'er. "The heavens and earth belong to me—only I, the beasts, shall prevail! Unless I fall, none shall succeed!" the giant thundered. "Liang, I'm so worried—our combined strength simply isn't enough to withstand the combined assault of these hundred beasts! Unless—" But…" Ying'er grew anxious. Her anxiety was well-founded. As a celestial being from the universe, she knew that the collective strength of the monsters was unshakable. Indeed, under the leadership of the giant troll, the hundred monsters focused their inner energies, drawing upon 3,000 years of spiritual power each—while the giant troll himself possessed an even more formidable 8,000 years of spiritual power, surpassing Ying'er's own 6,000 years. "Ah!" High-light gasped, spitting out a stream of blood, and a thin trail of blood appeared at the corner of Ying'er's mouth. It turned out that the hundred monsters were combining their energies in a unified flow, pressing down upon the center like an iron barrel. High-light and Ying'er's sword barrier, though strong, were simply outmatched due to insufficient spiritual power. Together, they only possessed 5,000 + 6,000 = 11,000 years of spiritual power—how could this compare to the combined strength of the hundred monsters, each contributing 3,000 years, not to mention the invincible leader, the giant troll, reinforcing their charge? "What "Ying'er! What should we do?" Gao Liang grew increasingly anxious. "Master, only by fusing your Zhantian Sword and Bingpo Han Guang Sword together can we generate a super energy strong enough to stabilize these magical beasts!" Ying'er calculated this in her mind using a high-speed processor. Yet her expression remained deeply concerned. Without hesitation, Gao Liang simply placed the two swords one upon the other. "No, Master! Let's get out of here quickly!" Ying'er's voice surprised Gao Liang greatly. He realized then that Ying'er was trembling all over, her delicate and bashful demeanor especially charming. What was wrong with her? "Ah!" Ying'er cried out in pain—she had been struck by the beasts' powerful spiritual energy. Gao Liang stared angrily at the attacking creatures and immediately reached for his Zhantian Sword, but it wouldn't budge. It seemed as if the sword had turned to stone. Good heavens, what was going on? "Master, the two swords must truly merge! Oh!" Ying'er's pained expression deeply touched Gao Liang's heart. He swept Ying'er into his arms, and seeing her soft, boneless form, felt even more endearing and endearing. "We cannot let them be together, or else, if the sword bodies merge and the two swords soar into the heavens, we shall only be summoned by others!" The giant demon's voice boomed with fury. A hundred魔兽 roared, their jaws agape, charging forward. The Sky-Splitting Sword and the Ice-Purity Sword were merging, yet no energy flowed to enable their union. The beasts seized this moment, launching relentless attacks upon Gao Liang and Ying'er. "Master!" At the brink of danger, Ying'er bit down hard on her lower lip, as though she would tear it. With a sweeping gesture, she summoned black drapes that instantly obscured the view. "Ying'er! What are you doing?" Gao Liang stared in astonishment as Ying'er, right before his eyes, began to remove her garments one by one. "Master, for the sword bodies to merge and the two swords to soar into the heavens! This is what Ying'er must do now!" "No!" At this moment, Gao Liang firmly stopped her. After all, Liang was now exceptionally clear-minded, not to mention the tears welling in Ying'er's eyes.