The other two both began fighting for their lives, and the remaining lean man naturally did not idle either.
The three of them had to strike together; it looked as though the two had suppressed Yu Xiaoqiao's imposing momentum, but in reality they all knew that relying on the power of two alone was simply no match for the other party by even a fraction.
"Ridge-Heaven Cloud Sword!" The lean man's spine emitted a series of explosive cracks, and ten blood-radiant bone beads flew from between his lips, instantly forming a sharp sword that filled the final gap among the three.
The three auras intertwined, suppressing that sharp and tyrannical sword intent right back in the blink of time. The heavy and low-hanging sword clouds in the void were seemingly torn apart by these several immensely powerful forces, with patches fracturing apart continuously.
Yu Xiaoqiao's expression remained as usual, showing no trace of panic under this terrifying pressure; yet as she made her move, she changed her previous rapid charge and began to retreat slowly.
"We cannot harbor any wishful thinking; we must break the enemy in one go and beat them down." Liu Qiu roared furiously as his aura surged upward once more, the Nether-Tiger Demonic Manifestation's long saber slashing in succession, blow after blow continuously pressing upon Yu Xiaoqiao to avoid giving the opponent any breathing room.
Strike while the iron is hot, let it wane on the second, and exhaust it on the third. At this moment the three of them were exerting their utmost strength, and if they failed to kill the opponent in a single stroke or inflict heavy injuries, the auras of the three of them would also wane, and by then their end would not be too pleasant.
Under the joint hands of