Clang! Clang!
Sword cries rose up as the evil consciousness from the Great Sword Sect drove its power to the fullest. The three Sword Gods, [Demon-Queller], [Quexie], and [Demon-Subduer], merged above his head.
In the end, they transformed into a single point of cold gleam.
Looking over, that cold gleam was no larger than a mustard seed. Yet the instant they saw it, Pan Huang and the other Great True Lords of the Dharma Body Path felt their thoughts grind to a halt.
It felt as though their minds had been clutched tight by an invisible giant hand, or as if they had been cast into the depths of the sea beneath boundless pressure. Recovering from the shock, Pan Huang immediately said, "Fellow Daoist, is Heaven's Gatekeeper with you? We need to form an array to contend against it."
"No need."
Lu Yang shook his head. "This sword is too sharp. If Heaven's Gatekeeper comes over, he may be injured. You and Heaven's Gatekeeper are needed in places of greater meaning."
With that, he took a step forward.
At the sight, the Great Sword Sect's evil consciousness immediately sneered. "Not running? Fair enough. A Great True Lord of the Heaven-Treading Realm is beyond my ability to kill in my current state."
"But I can still leave you so gravely wounded that you will never recover."
Lu Yang shook his head at that, with no intention of responding. He knew it would be pointless; evil consciousness was evil because its nature had gone to extremes.
Besides, [Fated Death] from the Sword Lord was drawing ever closer. He was about to die. Unless Lu Yang could truly save him, nothing he said would matter. It would merely be wasted breath. Moreover, just as the evil consciousness had said, if it truly unleashed