Xuantian shook his head lightly. "No. Even if they all came together, it would be useless."
"To destroy Wutian, we must unleash an attack comparable to the Saint level."
"As things stand, either you keep suppressing him and wait for the Saints in Hundun to free their hands..."
"Or find a way to cut out your Obsession Corpse."
At this point, Xuantian's gaze fell on Ling Yan, and he said solemnly, "Bei Ming once completed Cutting off the Three Corpses, and Hongjun regards you as the true inheritor of his Daoist lineage."
"Now that the Demon Calamity has arrived, this struggle between immortals and devils is the key for you to take the final step and prove your Dao."
A faint glimmer flickered in Ling Yan's eyes. "Obsession..."
They were in the middle of the Demonic Dao battlefield, with battle cries shaking the heavens all around them and divine abilities roaring without end.
Yet Ling Yan seemed to have shut everything out, quietly lost in thought.
Obsession.
Among the Three Corpses, the hardest to cut out was obsession.
Good and Evil still had boundaries, but obsession was hidden deep in the very depths of the Dao heart.
Xuantian stood quietly at the side, protecting her Dharma and staying alert for any disturbance, without speaking to interrupt her.
On the other side, when Wutian saw that his relentless assault still could not break him free, the scarlet light in his eyes flickered violently.
He stopped moving and gripped the Godslaying Spear with both hands.
Across the spear shaft, countless demonic patterns roamed.
The holy fire was still burning, constantly eating away at his body. Vast swaths of devil qi were burned into extinction, only for new devil qi to breed madly in their place.
Wutian forcibly endured it, closed his eyes,