The moment the five enormous swords appeared, the cultivators who had only just managed to steady their emotions fell apart all over again. No one believed Old Demon Yiling could stand against the Great Sun Dharma King. Just when everyone thought Old Demon Yiling had reached the end of the road, he always managed to turn things on their head.
Especially those cultivators who had once shouted for the Great Sun Dharma King to slay Old Demon Yiling. They wished they could dip their tongues in soybean paste, roll them up, and swallow them whole.
If the Old Devil gained the upper hand, wouldn't their lives be in danger?
Given that worry, fleeing at this moment should have been the perfect choice. But the battle had reached such a point that every cultivator was hooked. As long as there was even the slimmest chance, they were absolutely unwilling to leave.
And that so-called slimmest chance was that the Great Sun Dharma King would successfully kill Old Demon Yiling.
An Infant Artifact facing true intent—even true intent condensed from the emotions of heaven and earth—should have no reason to lose.
Even after repeatedly gritting their teeth and indulging in such fantasies, no cultivator could look at the five enormous swords in the sky without feeling their heart tremble.
"What are the other two swords called? If you have any more, summon them all."
The Great Sun Dharma King shouted.
Though Wei Xi Yuan Jun had given him only a hundred breaths, the Great Sun Dharma King was in no hurry to attack. He calmly questioned Xu Yi.
He had not fought in more than ten years. The battles of the past century, taken together, had never shaken him as deeply as this one.
Xu Yi was learning and growing through the