"Clang!"
With a crisp ring, Lü Ling extended two fingers and caught the Soul-Splitting Blade as it flew straight at his face.
Song Wen was trapped within the formation, and his divine sense was also blocked by it.
Without Song Wen's control, the Soul-Splitting Blade's power diminished sharply. It merely sped along its predetermined trajectory and posed no threat to Lü Ling at all.
With a casual flick, Lü Ling tossed the Soul-Splitting Blade toward the ground as though discarding scrap metal.
It plunged several miles into the earth before becoming lodged in the rock below and finally stopping.
A chilling smile spread across Lü Ling's face as he watched Song Wen, who was doing his utmost within the trapping formation to control the Nine Calamities Measuring-Heaven Sword and launch attacks.
"Your short sword may be extraordinary, but it is useless. This formation is called the Blood Prison Rakshasa Formation, and it is unquestionably the number one seventh-rank formation of the Divine Blood Sect. No Integrated Body Realm Cultivator can possibly break it."
"If you know what is good for you and surrender immediately, I may show mercy and grant you a quick death. Hehehe..."
Lü Ling let out bursts of strange laughter, brimming with triumph.
And indeed, things unfolded exactly as he had said.
When the Nine Calamities Measuring-Heaven Sword struck the trapping formation's barrier with unstoppable force, nearby chain fragments immediately converged and firmly held it back.
The blood-red light on the barrier flickered violently several times before stabilizing.
Meanwhile, the Nine Calamities Measuring-Heaven Sword exhausted its momentum and flew back toward Song Wen.
Song Wen's brows were tightly furrowed, his face dark as still water.
He had always been cautious in all matters, yet he had still fallen into Lü Ling's scheme.
"Shadow Void, are you confident