I watched from afar as Tian Yong charged over without regard for his life, clutching the Dragon-Head Cleaver. His skin was blood-red, and blood streamed from his nose, mouth, and eyes.
My eyes widened in shock.
This was the Nine-Slash Golden Blade Art from the Knife Invocation Art.
It was a type of "god-invocation technique." Uncle Yu had used it before, and its power was immense.
But its side effects were equally terrifying. If Zhang Yuchen's Spirit Gate Opening left him weakened and drained, then the Nine-Slash Golden Blade Art directly shaved away one's lifespan. It was a forbidden technique that traded life for power.
I truly hadn't expected Uncle Yu to pass even the strongest technique of the Knife Invocation Art on to Tian Yong.
Blade energy came whistling through the air, strike after strike slashing toward the Nine Corpse Daoist and the middle-aged demonic Daoist.
Both of them were startled. Seeing the blade energy approach, they dodged to either side.
The Nine Corpse Daoist was even too slow to evade, and a piece of the bamboo hat atop his head was sliced off.
"Move!"
"There's another helper!"
The two shouted in succession.
But it wasn't over yet. Tian Yong was still swinging the Dragon-Head Cleaver.
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh..."
Another three slashes came—his final three—hacking straight at the array flag suspended in the air.
The middle-aged demonic Daoist was evading the attacks, but he also noticed that Tian Yong was targeting the array flag.
He hurriedly formed a hand seal.
"Return!"
The flag trembled and shrank backward, narrowly avoiding the first two streams of blade energy.
But it failed to evade the third.
With an explosive crack, the final blade energy struck directly against the array flag.
The red array flag was instantly cleaved in two.
A powerful, eerie