More and more chains, like venomous snakes, swarmed toward Xiao Mo from every direction.
This time, the chains moved swiftly. In the blink of an eye, they had tightly bound Xiao Mo's limbs and waist.
Runes shimmered across their surfaces, flickering as they tried to suppress and corrode the surging Blood Fiend Qi within him.
Seeing Xiao Mo finally restrained, the ten Ascension Realm abbots were instantly reinvigorated. They poured even more of their spiritual power into the great formation beneath them, while their chanting grew louder and more solemn.
The entire mountain peak was enveloped in vast golden Buddhist light.
Xiao Mo gave a slight tug. The chains clattered in response. He pulled harder, and they stretched taut as drawn bows, but did not snap.
Yet he did not panic. He simply murmured the name of the long saber in his hand. "Ink Dye."
At his call, Ink Dye traced a graceful arc through the air.
"Clang! Clang! Clang!"
Amid a series of clear, ringing clashes of metal, fierce flashes of saber light cut through the layers of chains. At last, the long saber settled firmly back into Xiao Mo's hand.
The golden chains snapped apart and dissolved into golden specks of light.
With the long saber in hand, Xiao Mo gave it another casual swing. The Blood Fiend Qi that had been held in check, like a dormant volcano, suddenly awoke and erupted!
A tide of Blood Fiend Qi surged straight into the clouds, staining even the sacred light cast by the golden Buddha above with an ominous dark red.
Under the violent onslaught of Blood Fiend Qi, the ten abbots were struck as if by thunderbolts. They all spat out great mouthfuls of blood, their auras weakening in an instant.
The formation beneath them, which had been