Xuan Qingzong glanced back at the Devil Race martial cultivators who were mercilessly slaughtering the cultivators and steadily closing in on him, as though he had made some kind of decision.
He raised his hand, and a blade of light flashed past.
It did not strike anyone else, but sliced directly across his own arm.
In an instant, copious blood spurted from the wound.
Yet it did not splatter far.
As spiritual light flickered rapidly across the Jade Axe, Xuan Qingzong's blood swiftly flowed backward, forming streams that converged upon the axe. In the blink of an eye, it had dyed the entire axe crimson.
Though he had lost only a small amount of blood, Xuan Qingzong's face had turned deathly pale.
Yet upon seeing the Jade Axe's transformation, a trace of delight appeared on his face instead.
Indeed, the spiritual power it had absorbed so far was not enough to fully unleash the Jade Axe's might. But if he used the bloodline of the Xuan Clan as a catalyst, he could activate it ahead of time.
Its power might be somewhat lacking, but it was more than enough to deal with the enemies before him.
At that moment, everyone still within this cavern heaven—whether it was the fleeing Fang Xiao, the helpless cultivators, the Devil Race, or the martial cultivators—felt their scalps prickle.
Before they could react, Xuan Qingzong made his move.
"Edict."
With that command, the spiritual light around the Jade Axe flared brightly. Then it shuddered, its physical form turning illusory as it became a blade of light that struck directly at the cavern heaven.
At that instant, time seemed to stop, and everyone froze where they stood.
Yet the cavern heaven before them seemed to have become a reflection in a mirror, countless cracks spreading relentlessly