A terrifying sword intent, one that seemed ready to sacrifice everything she had to the sword path, soared up from Cao Feiyu.
The blade of the Autumn Water Sword began to tremble on its own, letting out an excited hum. Upon the sword, that restrained silver-white glow actually faintly revealed a trace of blood-red.
"She is forcibly driving the Heavenly Descent Sword Art, breaking through her own limits. This is a way of fighting with her life on the line," an elder said in a low voice, his expression grave.
Xu Ziqian's brows twisted completely into the shape of the character for "river." He felt the pressure. Cao Feiyu's sword intent at this moment might not match its initial total amount, but its sharpness had already reached an entirely new level.
Under this state, the might of her next sword would surely startle stone and shatter heaven.
Xu Ziqian's brows furrowed tighter and tighter, and his expression grew increasingly solemn. He no longer tried to persuade her, because he knew that at this moment, any words would be pale and powerless to Cao Feiyu, who had already entrusted all her mind, spirit, and will to the next sword.
He could not wait any longer.
Though Xu Ziqian was confident that the Divine General Body's defense was unparalleled, he was by no means blindly arrogant. He was indeed certain he could take it head-on without dying, but the possibility of a severe injury was extremely high.
Behind her, there was still an even more unfathomable Chen Fei waiting for him.
"Junior Sister Cao, since that is so, forgive my offense."
Xu Ziqian's low voice exploded like muffled thunder, declaring that he would no longer hold back and would end this battle with thunderous methods.
"Roar!"
A furious roar from the ancient,