Life-and-Death Struggle

The overwhelming torrent of sword qi was shattered by Zhuang Shili's peerless demonic art, the Undying Seven Illusions.

For a time, the boiling airwaves gradually subsided. Countless tiny bits of grass, swept into the fierce collision, slowly drifted down, restoring brightness and clarity to the space that had originally been shrouded in murk.

Zhuang Shili's disguised face was deathly pale, his lips an unhealthy bluish purple. There was not the slightest joy at having blocked that earth-shaking strike.

His brows, hair, and even the fine hairs on his body were coated in a faint layer of white frost. He looked like a snowman, while his aura fluctuated between strong and weak, clearly showing that he had suffered an immense impact.

With a puff, Zhuang Shili spat out a mouthful of blood crystals still giving off wisps of white vapor. He raised a hand to wipe the traces from his lips, his eyes filled with shock and boundless confusion as he asked,

"How did you turn invisible sword qi into tangible ice swords? Had that not been the case, I would not have been injured."

Indeed, Zhuang Shili was worthy of being a top genius of the Southern Demonic Cult.

He was calm and tactically sound. First, he used the Undying Seven Illusions to probe out the weak gaps within Duàn Yì's all-encompassing, densely packed sword qi, knowing both himself and his enemy. Then, taking advantage of the Undying Seal Method's ability to transform the energies of life and death and replenish his own losses, he selectively and perfectly blocked the small portion of sword qi before him.

Yet several strands of sword qi differed from those ordinary sword qis that possessed nothing beyond sharpness and keenness. They were solid, icy, bitterly cold, and stubbornly impossible to dispel.

Zhuang Shili had