Its movements were nimble to the extreme, the entire process utterly silent, yet head-on it met an abnormally magnificent surge of Sword Qi, its momentum vast beyond measure.
But in the blink of an eye, it swiftly vanished again, all the Sword Qi seeming to be compressed together, transforming into a slender crystal thread.
Toward his beloved wife, Lin Xuan naturally would not hold anything back. The secret art of the Sword into Silk Technique had, of course, been taught to her without reservation.
Yue'er's current strength was not ordinary, and she was clever as well. Though this was her first time using it, she had already reached a level of consummate mastery. The move's power was majestic, while its timing and angle were both grasped to perfection.
A very humanlike look of fear appeared on the Moth Ancestor's face.
But by this point, being afraid was clearly already too late.
Just now, all its attention had been drawn by Lin Xuan. At this very moment, it no longer had any room to dodge or respond.
That crystal thread was incomparably fine, yet within it was contained a heart-palpitating power of laws.
It flashed and was gone, colliding with the Moth Ancestor.
It happened to cut it straight through the waist.
There was almost no suspense whatsoever. Black blood sprayed out in a burst, and its Body-Protecting Spirit Light was like paper paste. The august Moth Ancestor, in just a single exchange, had been severed at the waist into two pieces.
That it was badly injured went without saying, but this fellow's vitality was truly no small matter. With such wounds, it actually had not fallen.
From the wound, countless tentacle-like rays of light extended out, weaving together as though trying to stitch the injury shut.
"Undying Body!"
Lin Xuan's