Just then.
Elder Xuanyou, who had always charged at the forefront and poured all his strength into driving Netherworld Death Qi into the core of the demonic banner,
had an exceedingly obscure glint suddenly flash through the depths of his eyes, which had been filled with resolve and fury.
His hands formed seals, gathering the last and most powerful surge of netherworld power. At the instant it was about to touch the demonic banner, his movement made the slightest of deviations.
Such a tiny movement was nearly impossible to detect amidst such a violent energy storm, at a moment when everyone believed victory was within their grasp and was giving their all.
Even the grief-stricken expression on his face remained slightly twisted by the backlash from the demonic banner.
Yet it was precisely this fatal angle!
That seemingly deadly strike, condensed from a lifetime of cultivation, was actually aimed at Old Ancestor Yunqing, who was not far beside him and was using all his strength to wield profound ice power to suppress the banner's blood baleful aura.
"Yun Qing, watch your back!" Old Ancestor Leixiao roared like thunder exploding.
He saw the corner of Xuanyin's mouth, as he struggled to hold on, lift ever so slightly. In that instant, he sensed the fleeting killing intent.
But it was too late!
At such a short distance, with such a close ambush, and from a "comrade" who was likewise a top-tier Loose Immortal, everyone's guard had fallen to its lowest point.
The grief and righteous indignation masking Elder Xuanyou's face vanished without a trace in an instant, like ashes scattered by the wind.
In its place was a bone-deep coldness and indifference. The corner of his mouth even curled into an almost imperceptible sinister smile.
"For the master... eternity!" A soundless murmur