"You've managed to hold out against me until now, Long. You have every right to be proud. If I'd known it would come to this, I should have finished you off sooner. Then you wouldn't have lasted this long. But perhaps it's for the best. Otherwise, how could Snow Immortal have seen through your true colors and realized you were in league with the Green Demons?"
As Long Jingtian spoke, he kept urging the orb of light in his palm onward, sweeping through the Sword Qi in the air like a gale driving away mist.
Though he swept away one patch, vast tracts of the sword formation sprang up again at once. Long Jingtian remained unhurried.
Human strength had its limits. He knew that well. He wanted to see what this damned bastard would look like when he was utterly spent.
He even hoped the damned bastard would hold out to the bitter end, then, unable to go on, fall to his knees and beg him for his life.
That way, the bastard's image in Snow Immortal's eyes would surely crumble in an instant.
The stalemate lasted half a cup of tea. The silvery orb in Long Jingtian's palm had already appeared and vanished thirteen times, yet the vast sword formation showed no sign of stopping.
Throughout those half a cup of tea, Xu Yi sent countless thoughts urging Xue Zihan to leave. She didn't so much as stir. The turmoil in her heart had settled from its earlier upheaval into complete serenity.
"The Boundless Sea—it's the Boundless Sea!"
Long Jingtian barked, "To bear so many chances and treasures is downright demonic. You cannot be allowed to live!"
As soon as the words left his mouth, color flooded Long Jingtian's deathly pale face once more. A pure white bead, lustrous