Mo Chenkong in the sky was beaten back step by step, but he had successfully held Luo Tongtian back.
"Damn it!"
Lin Xuan brought his blade down. This was already the third slash, and his cultivation time had dropped by another fifteen thousand years, leaving only 12,100 years.
If Zhan Qitian got away, it would be a catastrophic loss.
But for now, there seemed to be nothing he could do.
That seven-colored light would definitely reach him before he could kill Zhan Qitian.
"You bastards!"
Lin Xuan's heart bled as he accelerated his slashing speed.
But he was still too slow. The light was already about to envelop Zhan Qitian.
Zhan Qitian finally relaxed completely, sneering at Lin Xuan.
But at that moment, another aberration arose.
In Lin Xuan's vision, the seven-colored light suddenly vanished.
A dense, familiar sword intent surged within the bounds of the Heavenfrost Sect.
"This is..."
Lin Xuan's eyes suddenly lit up as he thought of a possibility.
Zhan Qitian, however, was stunned, then panic filled his eyes.
"The Divine Firmament Sword!"
"Liu Ruyan, you actually inherited the position of Divine Firmament Holy Lord!"
The Battle Clan Deathsworn's voice rang through the nine heavens.
At this moment, his voice actually carried a trace of panic, despite having been trained into an emotionless machine.
Immortal artifact against immortal artifact.
The War God's Aura was shattered in a single blow by the Divine Firmament Sword's power.
"Die!"
"Hahaha... die!"
Liu Ruyan and Lin Xuan's voices rang out almost simultaneously.
"Boom!"
The Battle Clan Deathsworn was pierced through by the ancient Divine Firmament Sword. The War God's Aura faded away, and terrifying frost utterly ground every last part of him into nothingness.
"Crack..."
The light screen before Zhan Qitian also shattered beneath the world-destroying strike empowered by Immortal-Slaying power.