Buzzz!
Under the combined suppression of the three, the Nine-Tribulation White Sword's decline indeed grew increasingly apparent.
They stood scattered around it, delight on all their faces.
"This plan really does work. Even if this sword is a Nine-Tribulation Artifact, it has neither a master nor pills or spirit stones. If we wear it down like this, it will take seven days at the least, fourteen at the most.
Its spiritual energy is bound to run dry, and it will have no choice but to submit to us."
Holding his banner, Fang Shu spoke with easy assurance.
Zong Qingxue and Jiao Lulu could not help nodding in agreement.
Afterward, things progressed just as Fang Shu had expected. The three coordinated ever more smoothly, and with the thousand-year-old spirit herbs in his possession to help them, they could promptly replenish however much true qi they consumed.
In fact, through this repeated depletion and replenishment, all three found their true qi becoming somewhat more refined, gaining a fair benefit.
Still, several consecutive days of exertion took no small toll on their minds, especially Fang Shu's. His whole being was stretched taut like a bowstring, unable to relax and showing signs of snapping.
Yet the more this happened, the higher the fighting spirit in Fang Shu's heart soared.
He stared unblinkingly at the white sword within the formation. "A mere object dares talk back to a person? Let's see who can outlast whom!"
His behavior considerably changed Zong Qingxue's opinion of him; she had originally thought him frivolous.
Narrowing her eyes slightly, she watched Fang Shu grow increasingly excited beside her and thought:
*I never imagined he possessed such a resolute will, not the least inferior to us sword cultivators. No wonder he managed to cultivate his present powers from an ordinary Dao