Yin-Yang Liquid

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Inside the space at the tower's tip, under Ye Qiu and the others' repeated bombardment and the Broken Saber's relentless devouring, the Saber Spirit seemed to have exhausted all its strength. Like a tiger with its fangs pulled, it collapsed on the ground, panting violently.

Yet even so, it still refused to submit.

Not one bit!

So they kept fighting!

One quarter-hour, then another, until the Saber Spirit had grown so weak that even the saber qi it unleashed was like a breeze brushing past, no longer carrying the slightest threat. Only then did Ye Qiu sense a faint trace of submission from it.

Brother Snake, Chen Jianyi, and even the Broken Saber were panting. Clearly, all of them had expended a great deal.

As for Ye Qiu, he was gasping even more violently. Even his Grand Primordial Soul gave off a battered, fractured feeling.

Yet he did not hesitate in the slightest. He rushed forward, and while the Saber Spirit was powerless to resist, the Grand Primordial Soul directly enveloped it.

Then, under Brother Snake and Chen Jianyi's guidance, he constructed one mysterious talisman after another.

This was not suppression, but a contract akin to that between master and servant.

Subjugation!

Another quarter-hour passed. Ye Qiu completely drained everything he had before finally forging the contract in full.

The Saber Spirit gave up resisting and lay quietly on the ground.

A spiritual connection formed between it and Ye Qiu.

Success!

Hiss—

Once he completely relaxed, waves of tearing pain made Ye Qiu suck in cold breaths again and again.

Brother Snake and Chen Jianyi also quieted down and began recovering their vitality.

The Broken Saber had quieted as well, seemingly refining the Saber Spirit origin it had absorbed.

At last, Ye Qiu struggled to his feet.