The three joined forces against two Vengeful Demons of the same rank and should have held the advantage.
Yet the two Vengeful Demons coordinated seamlessly, interweaving illusionary arts with tangible attacks and bringing their innate traits into full play. In particular, their impossible-to-guard-against illusionary assaults greatly hampered the trio's focus and cooperation, bringing the battle to a stalemate.
Cao Feiyu and the other two were even faintly being suppressed by the endless illusions and bizarre attack methods. Though they showed no signs of defeat, prolonging this fight would in truth be highly unfavorable to Cao Feiyu's side.
Chen Fei narrowed his eyes and observed carefully, only to see that Cao Feiyu's face was pale as snow.
At her left shoulder, her robes had been torn apart by claw-like force, exposing a bloody, mangled wound beneath. Its edges carried a blue-black hue, evidence of erosion by pure death qi. Though icy Sword Qi struggled to seal it, thread after thread of frigid aura still leaked out.
Another wound beneath her ribs was even deeper, nearly exposing bone. Every circulation of true essence, every shift of her body, brought a flicker of pain across Cao Feiyu's cool, peerlessly beautiful face. Only her eyes remained bright and resolute as cold stars.
Yet deep within her eyes, the exhaustion caused by depleted strength and injuries had already become a tide that could no longer be restrained.
Her sword was still swift, its light like a flowing spring beneath the moon—cool and sharp, carrying a chill capable of freezing souls. But the Heavenly Descent Sword Art she cultivated was originally meant to draw upon a trace of heavenly might. When the sword emerged, it was like Heavenly Punishment descending, vast and majestic, impossible to withstand.
But at this moment, the sword force that should have