The fist was the sword; the sword was the fist.
To Su Che, Creation Sword Intent was a tool.
Now that the Heavenly Demons prowled within his Dao Foundation, Creation Sword Intent had become even more of a "foundation" for him.
Su Che did not know how those sword immortals of the Eastern Sea who followed the Creative Lineage defeated their enemies. Perhaps their sword formations truly held inexhaustible mysteries.
But for Su Che at this moment, he had to find a way to break the enemy and seize victory.
There were two enemies before him.
Yishan and Nongyue.
As fellow disciples, the two had long since achieved seamless coordination over the years.
Nongyue transformed into mist, her Demonic Sense rising and falling within it, gathering and dispersing without form. She did not unleash any killing moves, merely circled at the side.
Meanwhile, Yishan unleashed transformations of devil arts, turning himself into a massive blade and condensing Killing Intent as he attacked without cease.
Had there been only one of them, Su Che could still have held on. Yet as the twenty-four banners connecting heaven and earth unfurled, the pressure upon him abruptly intensified.
Nongyue finally moved.
Above the vast sky, demonic shadows billowed. Countless Yin Demons were born from the mist, transforming into myriad ghostly phantoms that followed the changes in Su Che's magical power toward him.
If it had merely been this number, Su Che could still have dealt with them.
Yet even as the Yin Demons grew more numerous, the chill in the air became increasingly pronounced.
Without realizing it, every time Su Che struck, he could clearly feel waves of cold devouring the magical power he unleashed.
And the Great Extinction Blade attacking him, beyond its blade aura that destroyed all things, had condensed threads upon