The sudden turn of events saw the Demonic Body break free from its seal. The demon-locking art fell short at the final step, and Red Serpent pierced through the body, washed anew in the blood of a Half-Venerable.
With a sweep of the sword, the severed remains on its blade flew aside. Blood gushed forth, dyeing the earth below red.
"Next, it is your turn."
The Demonic Body advanced with sword in hand, Red Serpent spitting vicious light as it moved to end Butterfly's life.
The abruptly reversed situation stunned everyone present. Butterfly struggled to her feet and waved her hand, summoning Tears of Buried Flowers back into her grasp. Suddenly, she staggered and coughed out another mouthful of blood.
Though she had avoided the vital point at the last moment from that palm strike, her internal organs had still been injured, and her meridians were badly damaged.
"Do we make our move now?" Zhu Jingwu asked in a grave voice as he watched the battle ahead.
"Wait a little longer," Zhan Feibai replied calmly.
With his back to the crowd, the Demonic Body of Slaughter walked step by step toward Butterfly. Blood flowed down Red Serpent, dripping drop by drop into the yellow earth.
At the same time, figures streaked through the mountain forest one after another, appearing before the peak.
A figure in blue and crimson robes, a sword upon his back, approached. He looked at the Demonic Body ahead, then at Bi Qingwei lying in a pool of blood, and frowned slightly. "Why have you not acted?"
"Wait a little longer," Zhan Feibai answered.
Hearing this, Yi Xuanmiao said nothing more. His body moved. Before Azure Moth had even left its sheath, its mournful sword cry had already caused the pressure in the surroundings to plummet.
Sensing