As they spoke, the attacks of the Death Gods grew ever more violent.
The jade cauldron floating above the Female Gunman's head was on the verge of collapse, its mournful keening shaking the heavens.
She drew a deep breath and solemnly warned, "Enough joking around. Remember, when I'm fighting for my life, don't hesitate. Run at once—the farther, the..."
Clang!
Before she could finish, a vast, ancient sword cry rang out.
The Female Gunman's eyes narrowed.
A Dao sword suddenly shot forth from Su Yi.
The Dao sword was black as ink from end to end, blurry and illusory. As it emerged into the skies, a supreme Sword Might capable of making the myriad heavens tremble spread outward.
Heaven and earth changed color, and the void collapsed, unable to bear such terrifying Sword Might.
A figure appeared upon the Dao sword. Dressed in a long robe, his expression proud, aloof, and indifferent, he stood casually yet possessed the bearing of one looking down upon the world and a divine charm transcending the mundane.
"What is that?"
"A force of will?"
"The aura on him seems no weaker than ours when we were alive!"
The Death Gods besieging the Female Gunman were startled as well, sensing the terror of that figure.
"Who is this?"
The Female Gunman's beautiful eyes widened.
"One of my past life's Dao legacy powers."
Su Yi said casually, "He should be more than enough to deal with those Death Gods."
"Indeed, it won't be a problem."
Li Fuyou replied in an indifferent tone.
He reached out and grabbed the Nine Hells Sword, then swept it through the air.
Boom!
This stretch of heaven and earth crumbled. Wherever that tyrannical Sword Qi swept, the siege of more than ten Death Gods was completely shattered.
"So fierce?"
The Female