Lingxu Dharma Form suddenly drew in all Sword Qi. Centered on himself, the flow of time within a thousand li slowed by a hundred thousandfold.
Across all of Cangzhou, every sword, Dharma treasure, and artifact spirit trembled at once. Sabers, spears, swords, and halberds all bowed toward the source of that sword light.
Burial Soldier City shook even more violently.
All cultivators in Burial Soldier City instinctively tightened their control over their artifact spirits, preventing them from breaking free.
At this moment, only a streak of azure light appeared between heaven and earth.
That azure streak was as fine as a strand of hair, stretching across heaven and earth.
The instant it fell, it transformed into a rift that cleaved across the world.
Where the sword edge passed, the hundred-zhang demonic body with nine heads and eighteen arms that the Crimson Firmament Demon King had just condensed was split apart by Sword Qi.
Sword Qi pierced into the acupoints all over the Crimson Firmament Demon King's body. His demonic body was severed by the Sword Qi, yet it continuously regenerated within that Sword Qi, over and over again.
Yet what gushed from the wounds was not demon blood, but his primordial spirit, wounded by Sword Qi and covered in fine sword scars.
The first sword descended.
The Crimson Firmament Demon King spat out a mouthful of blood, and a thread of bloodline within his heart was severed.
The sea of blood in his chest churned, and the blood pool roiled.
Then came the second sword. The second sword was silent.
The Crimson Firmament Demon King did not dare be careless and burned his own feathers.
A pair of enormous wings unfurled behind him, every feather blazing fiercely.
The Crimson Firmament Demon King folded his wings together, tightly wrapping himself within