Fortuitous Blade Strike!

With a sweep of his sleeve, Chu Mu gripped the Three Foot Blade once more. His fingertips brushed across it, and the blazing true fire that had stained the blade dimmed and dispersed.

The blade was cold and gleaming, bright as the moon.

At that moment, demons roared and howled beneath the night sky. Behind the already towering demon body, a hundred-zhang-tall phantom of a demon suddenly appeared, as though heaven and earth themselves were trembling.

As the demon moved, so too did the hundred-zhang demon phantom.

The demon raised a hand and pointed. The hundred-zhang demon phantom likewise brought down a finger.

The finger was as enormous as a mountain peak, every line upon it as distinct as mountain ranges and ravines. As it descended, it seemed to transcend the limits of space and time, arriving in an instant!

Meanwhile, the Nascent Soul Early Stage demon that had retreated earlier suddenly turned back. It opened its mouth and spat out a writhing cloud before itself.

A closer look would have made it easy to see that the writhing cloud was formed from countless densely packed tiny beetles.

With a savage howl from the demon, the writhing swarm shot toward Chu Mu. Its piercing buzz rapidly drew nearer from afar.

The two attacks came from left and right, both carrying an overwhelming momentum!

Chu Mu's lips moved, and he lightly uttered a single word. Yet beneath the night sky, it exploded like thunder.

"Freeze!"

As the word emerged, the night sky within a radius of more than ten miles seemed to abruptly slow in time. The incoming insect swarm seemed to have sunk into a muddy swamp, no longer possessing its former ferocity.

The next instant, countless sharp edges appeared within the swamp-like heavens and earth. At a glance, it