After leaving the Stagnation Domain, these flying blades accelerated once more to beyond the speed of sound. As they repeatedly pierced the Evil Spirit's body, they constantly sped up and slowed down. Every burst of acceleration produced a sharp sonic boom, and the resulting gusts swept in every direction, nearly scouring the temple ruins clean!
If Moonshadow Temple, after the flood and artillery bombardment, had still barely resembled a stretch of ruins, then now even those remnants had been ground to dust beneath the clash of the two sides. The thunderous roars echoed through the mountain hollow again and again, shattered wood and broken bricks flying everywhere, the spectacle rivaling a battlefield in the heat of war.
Not enough—the number of Dragon Scales was still not enough!
Luo Qingqing shouted inwardly.
The Evil Spirit had been struck by the Dragon Scales several times, and the wounds on its body had clearly multiplied. The gash cleaved across its waist had nearly split it in two, yet she was still just short of dealing it a fatal blow.
Moreover, it was rapidly adapting to her arts, steadily increasing the number of Black Swords. The two sides maintained a seemingly delicate balance—Luo Qingqing had completely suppressed the Evil Spirit's movements, leaving it unable to spare a hand to deal with the injured Taxisis and Li, yet she could not do anything to the Evil Spirit for the moment either.
But Luo Qingqing knew that the situation was gradually tilting toward the Evil Spirit.
To break through the enemy's defenses, she had increased the Dragon Scales to twelve blades several breaths ago, effectively crossing that dangerous threshold. Yet even so, she had failed to inflict any new wounds upon it. The Evil Spirit had currently drawn six Black Swords, and with the advantage of