The two flying swords transformed into twin streams of air that circled his body. From within those currents, he could faintly sense traces of extremely weak Demon Qi.
The aura was exceedingly faint. Su Shi'er had no confidence at all that it would be of any help.
But with matters having reached this point, he could only treat a dead horse as if it were alive and take the risk.
He even felt a measure of relief. Had he chosen to refine these two flying swords earlier, the faint Demon Qi lingering on them would certainly have been lost.
What was more... had that incident not occurred during the auction for the Five Innate Swords, the Demon Race's Demon Cultivators would not have sent these two flying swords over with such a spiteful, calculating mindset.
Feeling the faint aura remaining on the flying swords, Su Shi'er took a deep breath.
The next moment, enduring the pain in his physical body, he exerted all his strength to suppress his own aura to the utmost limit.
The spatial power in his palm stirred like gently plucked strings, wrapping around the faint Demon Qi and spreading it outward to its limit.
At the very instant the Demon Qi diffused and spread, the violently fluctuating spatial power all around him seemed to sense something.
It first paused slightly, then returned to calm at an astonishing speed.
"Mm? This method really works?"
The invisible tearing force abruptly subsided. Su Shi'er murmured softly, yet he did not dare relax his vigilance in the slightest.
Before the surrounding spatial fluctuations could fully settle, he further urged the Spatial Secret Technique in his hand.
Before his eyes, Spatial Rifts silently appeared one after another.
Su Shi'er turned a blind eye to them, quickened his steps, and took three