Jun Tianhong's furious gaze did not last long.
As he glared at Ge again for a moment, still pondering what kind of attack could break through her defenses, a terrifying pressure suddenly descended.
Jun Tianhong's expression changed drastically.
He clearly saw the Emperor Sword continuously taking shape in the sky.
The Emperor Sword's might was so terrifying that even he found it unbelievable. It seemed that once the Emperor Sword's attack descended, even someone of his cultivation would find it difficult to withstand a single strike.
Anxious emotions immediately surged forth.
But when he looked toward Qin Shaofeng again and tried to attack, he sadly discovered that he still had no way to break through Ge's defenses.
The previous battle had not lasted long, yet he had already thoroughly understood just how terrifying Ge's defenses were.
Under the current circumstances,
he firmly believed that no matter how he erupted, Ge would use even stronger methods to stop him.
Moreover, even Qicai had turned the momentum of his attacks into defense.
That made it even harder for him to find an opportunity to strike.
Hatred continued to well up.
Yet he could feel death drawing ever closer.
Ge alone had already left him with no options.
Not to mention that Qicai had never relaxed his guard, and now there was the strange Qin Shaofeng as well. The fear in his heart immediately reached its peak.
It was as though death had completely closed in.
To hell with all that. Even if he truly could not win, he absolutely could not be scared to death, could he?
The thought flashed through Jun Tianhong's mind.
He charged toward Qin Shaofeng once more.
His speed was indeed fast, but Qicai, who had been prepared to attack all along, was even faster.
Almost at the