"Suppress!"
The four swords rang in unison.
The sword formation drew inward.
That stream of violet qi was finally forced bit by bit toward the Three Pure Ones.
The expressions of every powerful figure present changed.
They understood that if they did not act now, the violet qi would truly fall into the hands of the Three Pure Ones.
But act?
Who would go first?
The Two Saints of the West exchanged glances.
Di Jun and Taiyi's auras surged.
In Haotian's eyes, the majesty of the Heavenly Emperor intertwined with unwillingness.
The Wu Clan experts were also poised to strike.
A great battle seemed to need only a single spark.
Yet at this critical moment—
Within the depths of the Primordial Violet Qi suppressed by the Three Pure Ones, an exceedingly faint phantom suddenly emerged.
The phantom was indistinct.
Yet it carried an aura that made even the saints frown.
Taishang's gaze sharpened.
Primordial Heavenly Lord said in a low voice, "There is something within this violet qi."
Sword Intent surged wildly in Tongtian Dao Friend's eyes.
"Whatever it is."
"I'll cut it down with one sword!"
After the phantom appeared within the Primordial Violet Qi, the atmosphere between heaven and earth instantly turned strange.
The phantom was exceedingly faint.
It seemed human, yet not human; it seemed Dao, yet not Dao.
It neither spoke nor launched an attack.
Yet its mere existence caused a trace of discomfort to rise in the hearts of the saints present.
It felt as though an opportunity that had originally belonged to no one had suddenly revealed a pair of eyes hidden in the shadows.
Tongtian Dao Friend hated things that hid their heads and showed their tails the most.
He took a step forward, and Zhuxian Sword Qi erupted explosively.
"Playing tricks!"
"Get