Song Wen's pupils, reflecting countless epiphyllum blossoms, suddenly contracted.
Yuan Rong's offensive was far more troublesome than he had imagined.
As expected of a sword cultivator whose offensive methods were the most razor-sharp.
Song Wen had only two possible responses.
One was defense; the other was to stay far away.
For the former, Song Wen could unleash the boundless sea of blood, using its immense weight to wear away the Nether Epiphyllum Sword's sharpness and sword intent. He could also bring out the Nine Calamities Measuring-Heaven Sword and clash head-on with the Nether Epiphyllum Sword, which should barely be enough to withstand it.
For the latter, Song Wen would have to rely on a Death-Substitute Puppet to escape the Nether Epiphyllum Sword.
Each of these two choices had its advantages and disadvantages.
The former consumed relatively large amounts of spiritual power, but it was safer.
As for the latter, though he had many Death-Substitute Puppets, their number was ultimately limited. Use one, and there would be one fewer. However, he could use a Death-Substitute Puppet to shift behind Yuan Rong and launch a sneak attack while Yuan Rong's thirty-six top-grade spirit treasure flying swords and natal flying sword were all far away.
At that thought, Song Wen's gaze could not help turning toward Yuan Rong in the distant sky.
Other than the spiritual power shield surrounding him, Yuan Rong was not employing any defensive measures at the moment.
It seemed like an excellent opportunity for a sneak attack.
But at that moment, the corner of Song Wen's eye caught sight of another battlefield.
Ji Yue and Feng Zhongli were locked in an evenly matched battle.
The golden lightning prison of the Thunderclap Halberd continuously collided with the dark-red fist shadows of the Heavenly Ape True Body. Thunderous booms rang out