Under the spiritual control of Mu Gu, Qing Hai, and the other Venerables, the chains began to tremble violently. Then, countless tiny black chains split off from their bodies, shooting toward Xiao Yao like waves of black arrows that blotted out the sky.
Every tiny chain carried a dense, frigid aura. Wherever they passed, they carved black tears through space.
Seeing this, Xiao Yao immediately unleashed his movement technique, his figure flickering swiftly like a ghost.
Afterimages trailed behind him in the air. Each movement stirred up a fierce gust that scattered some of the chains shooting toward him.
But there were simply too many chains. Even with his astonishing speed, several still grazed him, tearing open his flesh and staining his robes red with blood.
Although his black robes were soaked in his own blood, Xiao Yao's expression did not waver in the slightest. His gaze grew ever more resolute as Dou Qi surged from his body. Gripping the Divine Sky Sword tightly, he unleashed brilliant lightning, then swung fiercely at the incoming chains. A sharp sword beam more than thirty meters long shot forward.
Wherever the sword light passed, a resounding clang rang out. A black chain more than thirty meters long was instantly severed, along with every tiny chain extending from it.
A vast and violent ripple of energy surged outward from the point of impact in all directions. The surrounding space cracked like shattered glass, riddled with countless fissures...
Before long, the relentless high-intensity battle gradually drained Xiao Yao's strength. Several new wounds appeared on his body, blood flowing steadily from them.
His movements grew increasingly slow and sluggish, and his breathing became chaotic. Like an old bellows, he let out heavy, uneven gasps.
"Hehe..." Mu Gu's piercing cackle shattered the brief silence. "Brat, you can't