In the starry sky, blade and sword kindled the flames of war. The Twin Demons slew Knowing Fate, an inescapable killing trap closing in step by step with deadly peril.
Below, not an inch of ground remained; Immortal Trapping had lost its edge. Above, not a scrap of sky remained; ice and fire were gone. In this most extreme heart-slaying trap, Marquis of Knowing Fate's body and mind were wholly restrained, and the situation hung by a thread.
Far from the battlefield, the Moonlit Tower Master, clad in a silver-gray cloak, stood quietly watching the battle ahead, admiration flashing through his eyes.
The Demon Palace Holy Master truly was no ordinary person. This trap had clearly been laid specifically for Marquis of Knowing Fate. With Hua Zhongdie present, Knowing Fate had already lost thirty percent of his cultivation. With even the terrain advantage gone, no matter how valiant and skilled this Marquis of Knowing Fate was, he likely could not escape this killing calamity.
Within the heart-slaying battlefield, blade and sword clashed, sinking heaven and overturning seas. At arm's length, Inverted Water Moon revealed its divine might, forcefully suppressing the edge of the Grand Beginning Sword. Elsewhere, Tears of Buried Flowers cast aside its former self, drowning out the sharpness of the Nianqing Blade.
After ten exchanges, danger sprang up everywhere. Both blade and sword were restrained. This unprecedented situation made an already unequal battle tilt even further.
"Hah!"
In a battle of life and death, how could he permit even a moment's hesitation? Ning Chen suppressed the grief in his heart and gave a long shout. His true essence surged in reverse, and his white hair instantly whipped wildly about him, crazed like a demon.
"Sword Twelve!"
Sword Twelve appeared again, its power shaking heaven and earth. A sword