The Tuyu Sword's vicious sword light slashed straight at Qiangliang's chest and abdomen.
Qiangliang had absolute confidence in his Ancestor Wizard physical body. Without a second thought, he raised his left arm and held it across his front.
In all his past battles, no attack had ever truly shaken this body forged from Pangu's bloodline.
Yet—squelch!
The Tuyu Sword's light flashed past. Qiangliang's left arm was severed at the sound, blood light spraying as thunder fell into chaos.
"Ah!"
Qiangliang let out a pained roar, undisguised shock appearing on his face.
The chill in Di Jun's eyes surged as he swung his sword again, aiming straight for Qiangliang's head.
At that moment, Xizi shouted and activated the Instantaneous Lightning Needle.
A thread-thin bolt of lightning, yet swift to the extreme, shot between Di Jun and Qiangliang, blocking the Tuyu Sword's strike.
In that instant, Xizi seized the opportunity. He grabbed the wounded Qiangliang and, amid an explosion of lightning, rapidly retreated.
Unconcealed delight rose in Di Jun's heart. "It really works!"
His figure flashed as he pursued again with his sword in hand.
Both camps witnessed this scene in full.
The Demon Race's morale soared.
The power of the Tuyu Sword had shown them a clear path to victory.
As long as they held back their opponents and waited for Di Jun to use this vicious sword to kill Qiangliang and Xizi before returning with reinforcements, the remaining Ancestor Wizards would be nothing to fear!
The Wu Clan, meanwhile, was profoundly shaken. They had never expected there to truly be a weapon capable of countering an Ancestor Wizard's physical body.
This threat surpassed every scheme and conspiracy.
For a time, regret inevitably arose in the Wu Clan's hearts.
Had they known earlier, they should have wiped out the Human Race