At this moment, Zhang Xuandao was intensely focused. The sword shadows he controlled slashed wildly across Nie Mo's body, drawing streams of scorching blood that faintly formed strands of black-and-white sword threads.
They bound Nie Mo's entire body. These sword threads were incredibly sharp and resilient, even slicing crack after crack through the void, which took a long time to heal.
Nie Mo did not dare move recklessly. Otherwise, his body would be severed on the spot. His face darkened, and a trace of panic rose in his heart.
He forcibly suppressed it and activated his domain with his thoughts, launching frenzied attacks at Zhang Xuandao. The true energy within him continuously poured into the Infernal Demon Undying Body, healing his wounds.
Amid the ferocious attacks, Zhang Xuandao was faintly unable to hold on. Fine cracks appeared across his Four Symbols Eight Trigrams Barrier, and blood spilled from the corner of his mouth. His situation was extremely perilous.
Li Changfeng and the others immediately grew tense upon seeing this. Their hands clenched tightly as they prepared to intervene at any moment.
Zhang Xuandao gritted his teeth and continued driving the Four Symbols Eight Trigrams Barrier to withstand the surging attacks. Then, he abruptly pointed two fingers at Nie Mo.
The black-and-white sword threads around them suddenly tightened. Nie Mo was firmly bound by the threads, which cut deep into his flesh until they were forcibly stopped by his hard bones.
Blood dripped down the sword threads onto the ground. The pain made Nie Mo suck in a deep breath, his face turning deathly pale. The aura around him instantly weakened considerably, and he suffered severe injuries.
"Damn it! The power of this sword formation far exceeds my expectations! Am I really going to lose here? I refuse to accept this!"