Duobao saw Xing Tian's great ax cleaving toward him. He sidestepped to avoid it and swung his immortal sword, sending a streak of sword qi stabbing toward Xing Tian's throat. Wherever it passed, space seemed to be sliced apart.
Xing Tian swept his great ax horizontally, blocking the sword qi as sparks flew in all directions. He stamped the ground and closed in on Duobao, swinging the great ax in a wide arc. It carried a howling wind, its attacks raining down over Duobao.
The Duobao Pagoda above Duobao's head radiated light, casting down a golden curtain of light as runes flickered across it and blocked the attack. He began chanting. Just as the immortal sword and the pagoda were locked in a stalemate, strange black tentacles suddenly surged from the crack. The tentacles were sticky and slick, carrying the stench of decay as they wound toward Wolf Fang Swordsman and Lone Wolf Swordsman. Lone Wolf Swordsman's face went deathly pale. He desperately swung his sword, cutting through the tentacles, but even more continued to pour out without end. He gradually found himself unable to cope. Wherever the tentacles scraped across him, his clothes were left in tatters and his flesh split open, spraying blood that dyed the surrounding Chaos Qi red.
Seeing this, Xuan Mo did not stop. He poured even more force into the demonic sword in his hand. The crack grew wider and its suction became stronger. Lone Wolf Swordsman swayed unsteadily, on the verge of being sucked into the endless darkness. At that critical moment, Lone Wolf Swordsman suddenly pulled an ancient bronze mirror from his robes. The mirror was about the size of a palm, its surface dull and lusterless. But after he infused it with Spiritual Power, a dazzling golden light suddenly shot from