A day later.
The dense black mist shrouding the great canyon still churned without end, while the tension hanging in the air had grown even heavier than yesterday.
Everyone held their breath and waited, watching for any movement from the enormous butterfly chrysalis standing at the center of the canyon, which contained the Ghostface Butterfly.
Suddenly, a faint "Crack..." pierced the oppressive stillness of the black mist and rang clearly in every cultivator's ears.
Everyone turned toward the sound, only to see a hairline crack silently split open on the chrysalis, which glimmered with a ghostly light all over.
"Attack!"
The instant the crack appeared, Li Huayuan of the Mountain-Suppressing Sword Sect shouted sharply, brilliant light bursting from his eyes.
His reaction far surpassed everyone else present. Before his words had even faded, six dazzling streaks of sword light flashed from his brow—six gleaming white natal Flying Swords, their blades carved with mountain patterns, shot out abruptly with shrill whistles, hurtling straight toward Madam Miaoyi's group.
The three Mountain-Suppressing Sword Sect disciples beside him immediately followed suit, activating their divine sense. Five or six natal Flying Swords flew out from each of their brows in succession.
Every one of those Flying Swords radiated the pressure unique to top-grade Spirit Treasures. Not only were their blades hard and sharp, they also carried the heavy, solemn aura of mountains being suppressed, freezing even the surrounding void.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Guo Yun and the others also raised their hands, each bringing out their natal Spirit Treasures to launch attacks.
As for their guardian Beasts, they had not summoned them for the time being.
The three Blood Demon Sect experts gave sinister smiles and formed hand seals at the same time.
In an instant, blood-red light surged through the air. Swathes of bloody clouds