Even though they had already reached the ninth layer of the Nine-Palace Linked Mountain Formation, and the immortal army held the advantage in strength, they might not be able to defeat the Sky-Shadow Clan warriors, who were fighting to the bitter end, in a single battle. If they wanted to survive, they had to raise their strength as quickly as possible.
Facing Ying Xuanhe, who had originally been only slightly weaker than him, Tu Yue's eyes blazed with murderous intent.
Seizing the moment while his opponent was still reeling from the impact, he sent the Fire-Sun Immortal Saber sweeping out in an unmatched blade-light. At the same time, he opened his mouth and spat out more than a dozen short crimson needles, which shot forward like lightning.
The Fire-Sun Immortal Saber locked directly onto Ying Xuanhe, while the dozen-odd scarlet needles sealed off every avenue of escape.
Ying Xuanhe was just about to strike and deflect them when another disturbance swept over: the interwoven forces of the Nine-Difficulty Demon Dragon's Plague-Difficulty Prison and the spear-light clashed once more, with the Plague-Difficulty Prison gaining a slight upper hand.
The powerful impact blocked Ying Xuanhe's retreat, making her stumble forward. At that, her heart sank to the bottom.
Her escape route had been completely cut off by those two disturbances. She had already been slightly weaker than her opponent, and now she was at an even greater disadvantage.
A trace of resolve flashed through Ying Xuanhe's clear eyes. No one could come to her aid now. Even if she paid a steep price to survive the immediate danger, she still would not escape her opponent's follow-up killing move. She would only become more and more passive until he gravely wounded her—or killed her outright.
Rather than let that happen, she might as