A thousand li north of the Reincarnation Sea, the contest between the two swords gradually neared its end. Just as the two were about to unleash their final moves and decide victory and defeat, Xiaoxiao, who had been watching from outside the battle, moved.
Her nine white tails had turned black, cold and glaring. In the blink of an eye, she entered the battlefield.
Chilling black demonic essence surged and roiled as the Fox Race Saintess gathered all her strength into one palm strike, which crashed toward Ning Chen's back.
At the same time, behind King of Asahi, Wan'er's figure silently appeared. Her earth-shaking palm strike blasted out.
"Ugh!"
Caught utterly off guard, Ning Chen and Xuyao had all their attention pinned on the opponents before them and could not react in time. Heavy palms struck their bodies, and both spat blood, crimson staining their clothes.
The immortal sword flew from his hand. Xuyao fell from the sky, plunging straight into the sea below, his life and death unknown.
"You!"
In the air, Ning Chen staggered and steadied himself. Suddenly, his chest tightened, and he spat out another mouthful of blood.
Xiaoxiao frowned as she looked at the strange radiance coiling around his back. A cold glint flashed through her eyes. What was that?
At that final moment, she had clearly felt her palm force weakened considerably.
"Pay with your life for my people!"
The immortal sword fell into her hand, killing intent filling the heavens. Xiaoxiao stepped forward, hatred blazing high into the sky.
On the other side, Wan'er suppressed the grief in her heart. Her nine white tails swayed behind her, demonic essence rolling forth and piercing heaven and earth.
Between the two women, Ning Chen barely stabilized himself. The divine restriction protecting his back had begun to