Xu Yi sent a thought: "Easy for you to say. Do you think the situation we're in is something I can stop just by saying so? If I can't completely refine Ming Zhenkui's Witch Spirit, my own Witch Spirit will burst apart in an instant. Hurry up and think of something!"
Huang Mei sighed. "What can I do? Heaven wants us dead, Heaven wants us dead. If all else fails, hurry and crush Kun..." His thought had barely come through when countless streams of spiritual power were already rushing toward the sword's mechanism.
This time, the sword's mechanism didn't drift away. A cold flash flickered, and it scattered all of their spiritual attacks.
"That's impossible!" Zheng Jincheng's face was filled with horror.
Flames blazed in Xu Nimo's eyes.
Wang Guanyuan, Xie Xiaofo, and the others were dumbstruck.
A sword this terrifying was unheard of. They had all heard of the might of the Longevity Sword, but legends were only legends.
And yet, with a mere flash, the sword's mechanism had wiped out everyone's spiritual attacks. That alone was enough to imagine just how terrifying the Longevity Sword's divine might must be.
After crushing the cultivators' spiritual attacks, the sword's mechanism still didn't flee. It continued circling above Xu Yi's head, frightening him so badly that he wanted to kill himself.
Normally, he might have fought back with everything he had. But his situation was critical, and he could barely look after himself. How could he afford to expect much?
Soon, someone noticed what was happening and began organizing another spiritual attack, sending it straight at Xu Yi.
Just as that immense pillar of spiritual power was about to hit Xu Yi, a web of restrictions blocked it firmly.
At this critical moment, it was the stone Buddha who intervened.
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