On either side of the torrent of mirror shards, ten thousand mechanical crossbows kept firing, and the two True Dragon Ancient Swords did not stop either!
The True Dragon Ancient Swords had fought themselves into a blazing fury. Layers of scales covered their blades, making them seem like dragons among swords as they continued trading attacks with the Fallen Sun Saint Spirit.
Without the protection of the shattered mirror shards, the Fallen Sun Saint Spirit still had its powerful Sacred Qi and its own strength, but that strength could not stop the power of the Bloodmang World Realm from eating away at it.
Countless streams of Withering Force poured into the Fallen Sun Saint Spirit's body of light and flame, then burrowed unhindered into the Sun Wheel behind its head.
That was the true core of the Fallen Sun Saint Spirit's power, like a human's brain or a Demon Barbarian's heart core.
Feeling the overwhelming might of the Withering Force, the Fallen Sun Saint Spirit had no choice but to devote most of its attention to resisting it. Fang Yun immediately seized the opportunity. The True Dragon Ancient Swords struck its body one after another, and the Withering Force within them instantly burrowed into the Sun Wheel.
The torrent of shards gradually dissipated. Before long, Fang Yun would be completely free to act.
Furious and anxious, the Fallen Sun Saint Spirit's eyes flashed with ruthlessness. The Sun Wheel behind it suddenly rose higher, expanding to a diameter of fifty zhang.
Incandescent rays shot from the rim of the Sun Wheel toward its center. A fireball appeared where the densely packed rays converged, growing larger and larger until, within a few breaths, it became enormous.
The fireball looked exactly like the sun, constantly spewing flames outward.
Endless heat began spreading indiscriminately