Under the combined assault of Ye Tian and the fanged strange sword, the Primordial Sword Slave lasted only nine breaths before its figure jolted violently. The next moment, it flew backward like a cannonball and slammed heavily into the ground.
"Boom!"
A human-shaped crater appeared in the ground. The Primordial Sword Slave lay within it, and Ye Tian clearly saw countless dense cracks appearing across that sword slave's handsome yet cold face.
Cracks were also rapidly spreading across the fanged strange sword in its hand and the black robe covering its body.
"Why does this thing feel so familiar?"
Just then, Wuji Sword Spirit's voice suddenly rang out in Ye Tian's mind, carrying a trace of confusion and bewilderment.
"Are you talking about that Primordial Sword Slave?" Ye Tian asked with a frown.
"Yes, but no matter what, I can't remember why it feels familiar." Wuji Sword Spirit sounded somewhat frustrated.
"These sword slaves should also have been born from the Divine Temple. They share the same origin as you, so it is only natural for them to feel familiar," Ye Tian said.
After pondering for a moment, Wuji Sword Spirit seemed to accept this explanation as well. It stopped dwelling on the matter and fell silent.
At that moment, an earth-shattering explosion rang out, as though space itself had shattered apart.
Ye Tian turned toward the sound and saw space beneath Luosen's Myriad Phenomena Sword splinter apart like a shattered glass mirror, completely tearing apart the body of the Primordial Sword Slave within before it fell helplessly toward the earth.
Luosen had also successfully defeated the Primordial Sword Slave facing him.
Nan Yao's side, however, was in a somewhat difficult situation.
She was clearly no match for that Primordial Sword Slave and had fallen into a disadvantageous position, merely