Blood-red light spread into streams of swirling energy, with the two men at its center. One mysterious formation pattern after another took shape.
Then great swaths of light rippled outward. In an instant, a colossal Tai Chi symbol formed once more.
Compared with the earlier Tai Chi symbol that had nearly shrouded heaven and earth, this one was much smaller, yet far more solid.
"Feeding the formation with your own lives—your courage and wisdom are admirable, brothers. I, Wang Yao, am impressed. I'll spare you this sword strike!"
Wang Yao spoke in a chilling voice.
He had honed his killing intent to its utmost. Whenever he fought, that searing intent blazed so fiercely that it inevitably affected his temperament. To keep from losing himself beneath such scorching bloodlust was already no small feat.
He knew full well that he could break through the Yin-Yang Fish Diagram woven by the Yin Yang Two Lords.
But the price the Yin Yang Two Lords would pay would be far too great. They might well perish, their paths ending in death, and the enmity between them would then be impossible to resolve.
Earlier, Immortal Lord Fang had already conceded on behalf of the inner-sect Immortal Lords. Wang Yao had insisted on fighting anyway—not for any other reason than to use powerful opponents to temper his sword intent and killing intent.
Now that the Yin Yang Two Lords had plainly staked their lives on this fight, he found himself unable to strike. He had no choice but to stop.
Of course, even if he held back, the Yin Yang Two Lords would still be grievously wounded.
The two had fed the formation with their lives, using their life essence to strengthen its power.
This killing formation was like a gigantic millstone of flesh and blood.