Ye Shuiling's aura had dwindled to its lowest ebb, like a candle guttering in the wind, liable to go out at any moment.
The pale pink Immortal Karmic Fire still burned steadily over her body, silent and soundless, yet like a death warrant from the grim reaper, it devoured the last of her vitality bit by bit.
Before her, a bead the size of an eyeball hovered quietly. It was pitch-black, tiny arcs of black lightning flickering across its surface. Stranger still, it devoured all the light around it. Even the starlight falling from the heavens was sucked toward it, forming a black vortex visible to the naked eye.
"Die!" Jiang Tian barked coldly, killing intent laid bare in his eyes!
Several streaks of sword light shot out once more like death-dealing kings of hell, heading straight for Ye Shuiling!
Just then.
"Ah."
A nearly imperceptible sigh echoed softly through the world, seeming to come from beyond the highest heavens, yet also from the deepest recesses of everyone's hearts.
Then a beam of starlight poured down from the heavens like the cascading Milky Way.
That seemingly gentle, harmless starlight contained an indescribably terrifying power.
Under its radiance, the unstoppable sword lights Jiang Tian had unleashed were worn away in an instant, like snow beneath a blazing sun. They turned into motes of magical power in various colors and quietly dissipated into the air.
"Did you really have to force me to use this?"
That weathered, indifferent voice rang out again.
Jiang Tian's expression changed sharply. Without the slightest hesitation, he shot backward several dozen li!
He swallowed several pills to restore his magical power, his expression shifting as he stared fixedly at the snow-haired figure high in the sky.
In that brief instant, Zhao Gongming had effortlessly erased his sword