Inside the Ascension Celestial Palace.
"Yo, looks like Wolf Marquis has already found a way to deal with this!"
"I told you! How could a young powerhouse who became the Wolf Marquis of Chu and whose name shook the world die so easily?"
"Lin Bai is holding the Corpse Demon at bay head-on while using four flying swords to kill that Corpse Refinement Sect disciple!"
"That Corpse Refinement Sect disciple has already suffered severe depletion of his vitality from using the Blood Sacrifice Art. As long as Lin Bai keeps the Corpse Demon occupied, he will surely die beneath those four flying swords!"
"The tide is about to turn!"
The powerhouses inside the Ascension Celestial Palace were all ancestors and elder-level figures from the various sects and lineages. They were extremely experienced, with eyes sharp enough to see through things at a glance, so they naturally spotted the advantages and disadvantages on the battlefield immediately.
The ancestors and elders of the Corpse Refinement Sect saw this scene, and their expressions took a sharp turn for the worse. The smug smiles they had worn moments ago had now become cold, gloomy shadows.
"It's only because he's Lin Bai. He has far too many tricks up his sleeve."
"If it were any other martial artist, even if they found the opening, it wouldn't be so easy for them to approach that Corpse Refinement Sect disciple!"
Quite a few powerhouses also noticed that Lin Bai possessed another innate advantage when facing the Corpse Refinement Sect disciple—he had flying swords.
The flying swords were controlled entirely by Lin Bai's divine sense. He did not need to form hand seals or chant incantations. The flying swords moved solely according to a thought from Lin Bai.
That was why Lin Bai could hold the Corpse Demon