Time passed bit by bit, and the World Lord Assembly was successfully delayed, just as Chen Changsheng had expected.
As time went on, Su You and the others' strength grew rapidly.
As their strength increased, Su You and the others finally understood what a true Evil Cultivator was.
The cultivation technique Fu Yao had given them was domineering, and it was just as fast. However, the price of cultivating it was that faint, lingering sense of weakness.
Everyone could clearly feel the potential within their bodies being frantically excavated.
To put it more bluntly, they were burning their own lives.
What was even more frightening was that the pleasure of this surge in strength was so intoxicating that they could not tear themselves away.
"Clang! Clang! Clang!"
Countless metallic clangs rang out as Xu Yao faced the assault of three Flying Swords.
"Boom!"
Xu Yao erupted with powerful divine might, directly sending the three Flying Swords flying.
"Not enough! It's still not enough!"
Xu Yao's frustrated roar rang out.
Seeing this, Jian Fei recalled the three Flying Swords and stepped forward.
"You're much stronger now than you were three months ago. Aren't you satisfied with this rate of progress?"
Hearing this, Xu Yao frowned. "A year from now, we'll be facing a situation where death is certain."
"What I want is unparalleled strength, not a realm built solely on accumulating divine might."
"If we can't blaze a new path, how will I lead everyone in fighting our way out when the time comes?"
"Besides, don't just lecture me. Aren't you anxious too?"
Faced with Xu Yao's retort, Jian Fei fell silent as well, because he had clearly felt the bottleneck in his cultivation.
Under normal circumstances, Jian Fei could have spent a great deal of time pondering this matter.