Cleaner No. 2 became a spectator, temporarily cast aside.
Qin Heng brought out his two supreme treasures, along with the Returning to Emptiness Mirror in Dong Huaiyue's hand. Two people and three treasures unleashed every means at their disposal, continuously attacking the Emperor Sword and wearing away the divine soul within it.
The spirit of the Emperor Sword was fierce and valiant as well. Faced with such a lineup, it still refused to admit defeat. Sword light crisscrossed, shockwaves overturned the heavens, and it was determined to break through the encirclement and regain its freedom.
But inside the inner cabin of the Freedom Treasure Ship, even if it escaped for a moment, it could not immediately find an exit. Time and again, it was knocked down by the Void Treasure Vase; time and again, Qin Heng suppressed and imprisoned it. The stubborn, unyielding artifact spirit was gradually worn down and weakened, edging toward dissipation.
Two years later, as one final unwilling sword cry rang through the treasure ship's inner cabin, the Emperor Sword finally lost its radiance and fell to the ground with a clang.
"Phew, I'm exhausted."
Ignoring her image entirely, Dong Huaiyue plopped down on the floor and used her spear shaft to bang away at the Emperor Sword, venting the frustration she had built up over the past two years.
To erase the artifact spirit of a supreme treasure, they had exhausted both mind and body.
Qin Heng lay on the ground and sighed. "This was more exhausting than fighting a Saint Emperor ten times."
When fighting a Saint Emperor, a battle usually ended in a few minutes or a dozen minutes. Unless both sides were evenly matched, battles lasting longer than a day were rare.
But this Emperor Sword was stubborn to the extreme. It could