Hearing the ambusher's words, Dan Qiulin, whose expression had been icy, paused and turned toward Bai Yang, apparently wanting to confirm what he had heard.
Bai Yang gave an almost imperceptible nod and sent Dan Qiulin a telepathic message. "Old Dan, the Fountain of Life is indeed in my hands. I didn't tell you earlier because we hadn't yet escaped the trouble around us. I just didn't expect trouble to find us anyway..."
After Bai Yang confirmed it, Dan Qiulin's expression shifted. The news that Bai Yang had the Fountain of Life clearly affected him deeply. He had already thought reviving Mu Tong was a distant hope, but now that hope had returned.
Cutting Bai Yang off, he nodded. "I understand!"
Then he turned, wooden sword in hand. The blade trembled with a humming sound, its sharp, icy edge flickering unstably, revealing the turmoil within him. Looking at the star-filled sky, he said coldly, "You're a Martial Path cultivator, yet you've learned to set up formations like a divine path cultivator. You're neither fish nor fowl. Break!"
As he spoke, Dan Qiulin swung his wooden sword and slashed forward.
An invisible sword light, powerful enough to astonish the world, streaked across the sky. Everywhere it passed, the starry radiance was torn apart, and the chill emanating from the blade froze the world in its wake!
Bang!
Dan Qiulin split the heavens with a single sword strike, just as he had shattered the illusions of Great Desolate City with three strikes not long ago. This time, however, it had taken only one. Compared with the Great Desolate Dao Master's Great Desolate City, the person who had set up this formation was clearly no match at all!
Hearing that the Fountain of Life was in Bai Yang's hands, Dan Qiulin had glimpsed