The Immortal Slaying Sword had hovered over Xu Yi's head at the critical moment, releasing a cold Sword Qi to meet the whip's shadow. With a thunderous crash, the sword was knocked to the ground, and the whip's shadow lost much of its force before striking Xu Yi between the brows.
At that instant, Xu Yi felt nothing but darkness. His fetal light seemed on the verge of scattering, and the Upper Corpse he had just severed crumbled away. A strand of hair emerged from his fetal light. It flicked lightly, and the terrifying, invisible killing intent burst apart in an instant.
"He's not dead!"
"That's impossible!"
"We've spent a hundred years accumulating treasures in the Barren Frontier, and this is the only one we could count on. How could he—how could he possibly have blocked it!"
"..."
The Dao Lord-level powerhouses were all dumbstruck.
The middle-aged man with yellow hair found it especially hard to accept. His strike could kill even a powerhouse at his level if they had no precious treasure to protect them, let alone an Upper Corpse that had yet to condense a seed.
At that moment, his aura had weakened considerably. That earlier strike had consumed far too much of his vital energy.
Xu Yi had actually blocked it. He couldn't understand it at all.
Of course, he could also see that Xu Yi had been badly injured by the strike.
"I'll go all out!"
The middle-aged man with yellow hair hardened his resolve and swung again. "Whip!"
Another whip's shadow swept through the air. In the blink of an eye, a radiant gate suddenly appeared beside Xu Yi.
Just as the whip's shadow was about to hit him, Xu Yi's body flickered, and he leaped behind the radiant gate. The whip's shadow struck straight