Li Qingyun's will avatar sat cross-legged inside the sword.
A blurred Primordial Mark flickered on and off under the urging of his senses, alleviating more of the crushing and scouring force for the Slaughtering Immortal Sword.
Yet when he looked back, he felt rather despairing.
That Roc Saint's human head was like a gigantic entity, having rapidly closed in.
The greedy, hideous grin on the white face, along with the saliva at the corners of its mouth, had grown increasingly clear.
For a single sword to race against a genuine Quasi-Saint in the ruin regions, even if it was the Slaughtering Immortal Sword, was simply impossible.
Finished. This poor daoist is going to lose his shirt this time...
At a glance, Li Qingyun's heart grew cold, knowing he could no longer contend with this white-faced Daoist.
He only felt that, after all, he had been far too reckless!
How could the "Outer Void" ever be a place that ephemeral mayflies could casually dare to tread!
"Right away I'll know why you were able to stir up my appetite..."
The white-faced Daoist with a roc's body and a human head shook his long drool, abruptly opening his bloody maw and lunging to devour the Slaughtering Immortal Sword right before him.
Li Qingyun narrowed his eyes slightly, preparing to form hand seals and shatter his own will completely right here.
Matters having reached this point, there was nothing more to say.
Yet at that very moment, blinding golden Buddhist radiance suddenly blasted open the churning clouds like an ancient, clumsy giant seal, smashing toward the white-faced Daoist's head with the force of a thunderbolt!
Simultaneously, a mighty, furious roar rang out, shaking the eight directions: "Lou Luo, how dare you take advantage of the Buddha's absence to sneak off and eat the