As he spoke, Youye looked up at Ying Wu, wanting to see how he would react to Extreme Yin's death.
Grief? Anger? Or panic?
Yet he saw not the slightest change in Ying Wu's expression. He remained as composed as ever.
Before Youye could ponder why Ying Wu was so calm about Extreme Yin's death, he noticed another figure appearing several thousand li away.
Who else could this suddenly appearing figure be but Extreme Yin?
Not only was Extreme Yin alive, he did not even have a scratch on him.
Death-Substitution Spell!
Youye and everyone else realized what had happened.
"Extreme Yin, do you need my help?" Ying Wu asked.
"No. I, Extreme Yin, am not made of clay either," Song Wen refused.
Sensing the contempt in Ying Wu's words, Youye suddenly flew into a rage.
"Ying Wu, I am your opponent! If you want to help Extreme Yin, break through my Heavenly Law Bell first!"
"Heh!" Ying Wu chuckled.
Indeed, the fact that Youye's bone bell could block the Kui Bull's divine lightning was unexpected. But Ying Wu had far more killing moves than the Kui Bull alone.
Ying Wu directed his sword fingers, and all 109 flying swords circling him shot forth at once.
The Azure Luan Sword flew straight at Youye, but like the Kui Bull's divine lightning, it was stopped by the bone bell.
The other 108 flying swords scattered in every direction around Youye, clearly intending to form a sword formation and trap him to death.
Youye was no ordinary cultivator either. He saw through Ying Wu's plan at a glance and immediately summoned a white Funeral Banner.
The banner snapped in the wind, releasing wisps of ghastly white mist.
The mist condensed into tiny blades that shot toward the flying swords, preventing them from