Descent

The moment the mist obscuring their vision shattered, everyone at the viewing grounds saw the one man and two women at the center of the battlefield almost at once. Yet the situation on the field struck them as strange.

In the brief time it took to drink a cup of tea, the battle had undergone such a stunning reversal.

All of them were in Mortal Shedding, and they could clearly sense the terrifying power contained within the hand seal at the Saintess's fingertips. Thus, when that scorching force swept across the man's body, they keenly noticed that Xu Changtian seemed unable to hold on any longer.

And indeed, that was the case.

The ember fire from the hand seal prevented the vitality severed by his bisected waist from knitting back together.

The Abyssal Rift vanished, the fungal carpet was annihilated, and the Dao Domain collapsed.

Judging from this scene, Xu Changtian should already have been driven into a dead end.

Not to mention the Sword Sect's foremost disciple's sword, which had already reached his chest.

This was a certain-kill situation, ten deaths and no life—no.

No!

Someone suddenly spotted the flaw.

Even in the face of such killing intent, the Prime Minister's Mansion's legitimate son still had a trump card capable of turning the tables.

They remembered the Death Dao Essence.

So long as Xu Changtian used the Death Dao Essence to enter that undying, indestructible state of death, he could evade the hard-won opportunity the Saintess had created.

After a moment of silence, a sharp warning suddenly rang out:

"Death Dao Essence! Xu Changtian has yet to enter that indestructible state of death!"

"..."

Hearing that voice, Xu Yuan still had the leisure to glance at its owner at this critical moment of life and death.

How stupid.

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