Holy Mountain's Desperate Hour, That Man Returned

"Xiao Yan, step back first."

At Holy Mountain, the Old Doctor sensed the demonic might emanating from the vortex of sword qi, his face grave.

"Then be careful, Grandpa Chen."

Though Xiao Yan was unwilling, she also knew that in her current state, staying here would only burden Grandpa Chen. She could only fly down toward Holy Mountain below.

"Xiao Yan, are you all right?"

Seeing Xiao Yan descend, Han Lingbai immediately went up to meet her. Sensing the decline in Xiao Yan's aura, she asked with concern.

"I'm fine. How are the Holy Master's injuries?"

Xiao Yan looked at the still-unconscious First Holy Master.

"Big Brother's injuries have barely been stabilized for now. But recovering will likely be extremely difficult. Besides, who knows whether we still have that much time?"

The Second Holy Master answered, then looked toward the sky.

Xiao Yan looked up as well.

She understood what the Second Holy Master meant. The demonic might radiating from the sword qi vortex was simply too terrifying.

No one knew what those three fiends were brewing, but in any case, she had a deeply unsettling feeling.

"Can Grandpa Chen handle it?"

High in the sky, the Old Doctor's expression was solemn.

Naturally, he would not allow the fiends to keep preparing like this. He had long since unleashed sword qi, blasting it into the vortex to attack it.

But what made him frown was that more than ten consecutive streams of sword qi had vanished like clay oxen sinking into the sea.

Not only had they failed to weaken the three fiends' auras, they had instead made them even more violent.

Then, all at once, an incomparably powerful force erupted, directly blowing apart the entire vortex of sword qi.

Immediately afterward, an enormous body appeared high in the air.