The flying sword trembled lightly, poised to strike.
Ling Yue Shang knew full well what consequences might come from bringing this Demonic Cultivator Body into the fray.
If they lost, it would not be as simple as having all their efforts come to nothing.
All of them would die on the spot.
With life and death at stake, whether they wanted to or not, they had to stake their lives now.
"Fellow Daoist Ling, do not be hasty. Leave the task of stalling him to this Daoist!"
Before Ling Yue Shang could make a move, Su Shi'er hurriedly spoke.
"Hmm?"
The sudden voice surprised Ling Yue Shang and caught the Immortal Body off guard as well.
"Fellow Daoist, you..."
"Rest assured. Since this Daoist has spoken, I naturally have my plans. The Demonic Cultivator Body is not the frightening part. The key is the phantom formed from the Divine Power of Tiandao Palace's Holy Son—it cannot be underestimated. If we do not get rid of it swiftly, there is no telling what further changes may arise."
Su Shi'er smiled faintly without offering much explanation.
As soon as he finished speaking, his figure flashed, and he charged directly out of the sword array toward the surging Demonic Qi rushing in.
The divine phantom was both extraordinarily powerful and exceedingly strange. If Ling Yue Shang had not held back its attacks, neither he nor the Immortal Body would have had any chance to make further moves.
Under such circumstances, if Ling Yue Shang divided her attention to deal with the Demonic Cultivator Body, he and the Immortal Body alone could never completely disperse the divine phantom.
Once the phantom was stabilized by Tiandao Palace's Holy Son and regained the upper hand, the outcome would inevitably still head in the worst possible direction.