The destructive power the seven-colored blades and swords displayed in the hands of the Wen siblings left Lu Xiaotian deeply shaken. Though each of them cultivated only one type of law power, when they joined forces, the laws of wind and water intertwined and flowed into their blade-and-sword techniques. Even though the attack wasn't aimed at Lu Xiaotian, he still felt as if the spatial power he had laid out was on the verge of being torn apart.
Under the immense pressure before them, Wen Tingfeng and Wen Tingyu had also unleashed considerable potential. Their combined might surpassed what they had shown in the past, and they had gained a mysterious new understanding of how to fuse the laws of wind and water.
Even though Lou Yikong and Fu Lianyue couldn't match the power of the Wen siblings' attacks, their own strikes had grown considerably fiercer than before.
A seven-colored windstorm swept past. Rank-and-file demonic vines were shredded amid the storm of blade flashes and sword qi, while great swarms of demonic vine beasts turned into chunks of green stone that scattered to the ground.
After fighting for so long, beads of sweat had begun to form on Wen Tingfeng and Wen Tingyu's foreheads. Suddenly, Lu Xiaotian's brows relaxed. He reached out and pointed ahead. Wen Tingfeng and the others felt their Primordial Spirits tremble as immense pressure bore down from above. Looking up, they saw an enormous, translucent sword, its surface seemingly indifferent, taking shape before it slashed toward the densely packed green vines in the distance.
The vines wove themselves into shield after shield, but the surrounding space seemed to freeze, and their movements slowed abruptly. The hesitation lasted only an instant before the vines sped up again. By then, however, the faint giant sword had already pierced