Deep within the Ten Thousand Immortals Array.
Yun Biao held the Jinfeng Sword, its sharp metal Qi slicing through the void, and was locked in fierce combat with Saint Mother Wudang.
Wudang's Qing Shuang Sword was blue-green from hilt to tip, Cold Qi spilling from it in all directions. Each time it clashed with Yun Biao's Jinfeng Sword, Sword Qi crisscrossed wildly, grinding the surrounding Formation foundations to pieces.
Wudang's swordwork was exquisite. As the Qing Shuang Sword swept and danced, endless Cold Qi spread out, capable of freezing magic power and slowing the soul.
Against Yun Biao's all-piercing, purely slaughter-focused metal Sword Dao, she could truly be called a matched opponent.
From the moment the two encountered each other, they had cast aside divine abilities and fought purely with Sword Dao, battling until neither could gain the upper hand.
Wherever Sword Qi passed, it left behind gullies of lingering sword intent and trails of frost that did not disperse for a long time.
However, after delaying until now, the last trace of hope in Saint Mother Wudang's heart was also extinguished.
Within the perception of her Divine Sense, the auras at the vital points throughout the Ten Thousand Immortals Array were vanishing at terrifying speed, and the auras of her fellow disciples were decreasing sharply as well.
The Jie Sect's defeat could no longer be reversed.
"I can't keep entangling myself here."
Saint Mother Wudang sighed inwardly, recalling Senior Brother Duobao's instructions before the battle.
A flash of resolve passed through her eyes. The moves of the Qing Shuang Sword in her hand suddenly changed, its blade flaring with brilliant light as she thrust it forward, stirring up a sky-filling cold tide.
"Qing Shuang covers the earth, cold howls through the firmament!"
With Saint Mother Wudang at the center,