Borrowing the Formation to Escape, Wei Wushuang's Scheme

Bang!

Sword qi pierced through Su Shi'er's chest with ease.

The powerful force immediately tore Su Shi'er's body to pieces.

At the sight, Wei Wushuang felt not the slightest joy. Instead, he immediately sensed that something was wrong, and suspicion rose in his heart.

Before he could figure out what had happened,

a streak of yellow light drew an arc through the air and shot toward the distant mountain forest.

Above the forest, Su Shi'er forcefully maintained the One Person, Three Transformations technique. Not only had his injuries worsened, but his essence, qi, and spirit had been severely depleted, leaving his consciousness on the verge of blur.

Yet, relying solely on a single breath, he maintained his rapid flight.

"What a bizarre technique! This... is this the strange move Fairy You Ruo of the Demon Palace spoke of?"

"Hmph! I want to see just how many lives you have left to evade death today!"

Wei Wushuang's gaze turned cold as he urged his hand seals once more.

Black mist surged and churned, and within it, the tip of an ancient sword emerged.

In an instant, the air throughout heaven and earth seemed to stop flowing. Boundless pressure spread in all directions with Wei Wushuang at its center.

Wei Wushuang flicked all ten fingers, and three terrifying streams of sword qi appeared. Carrying boundless momentum like enraged horses galloping forth, they charged straight at Su Shi'er.

Su Shi'er drifted through the air, his fingers twitching slightly, yet he could no longer stir even the slightest bit of True Yuan.

He knew danger was closing in, yet he had no power whatsoever to fight back. The feeling left him incomparably stifled and anguished.

The three streams of sword qi arrived in the blink of an eye. Before they even descended, their sword