Outside the valley, the cries of battle still shook the heavens.
In the sky, the two major parts of the Yan Yue Mirror—the Moon Mirror and Xu Jian—along with the Profound Heaven Evil Blade, continued their fierce clash. The three supreme treasures had transformed into a dazzling tricolored spiritual halo.
Meanwhile, Shen Cizhou stared wide-eyed at the valley, his face filled with shock.
When Ning Fa had suddenly appeared after advancing to Spirit Transformation, Shen Cizhou had only been mildly startled and had not taken it too seriously.
After all, the nine Spirit Transformation cultivators attacking the valley were all peak experts. Ning Fa had at most only just advanced into Spirit Transformation; opposing them would be no different from a mantis trying to stop a chariot.
Yet within a short span of time, he had consecutively sensed the auras of those nine Spirit Transformation cultivators vanish.
Now, not even a quarter of an hour later, only Yuanzun's aura remained. Even that was like a candle guttering in the wind, liable to be extinguished at any moment.
Shen Cizhou's brows twisted tightly together, and his scalp went numb.
Ning Fa's appearance had become the greatest variable. His long-prepared scheme was on the verge of going down the drain.
At that thought, he could no longer hold himself back. He immediately looked toward an unoccupied corner in the distance, his lips moving as he sent a voice transmission.
"Fellow Daoist Yan, act now! Though Ning Fa's strength is astonishing, he must have paid an enormous price and severely depleted himself.
If you strike now, together with the Moon Mirror projection I gave you, there should be a great chance of killing him in one blow!"
Several dozen li to his northeast, a transparent figure floated silently in the air. It was