Elsewhere.
Seeing his plan ruined, the Su Household Ancestor had already resolved to die, intending to take Zhou Qingfang down with him.
Zhou Qingfang also wanted to end the battle quickly, lest the Su Household's helper kill the Xu Household youngster who had suddenly appeared, then join the Su Household Ancestor to surround him.
If that happened, his own chances of survival would be slim.
Neither side spared much thought for conserving magic power, holding nothing back.
The Mystic Ice Awl flashed with cold light, while green radiance flowed over the Azurewood Sword. The two Top-Tier Magical Artifacts clashed in midair, scattering ten thousand sparks.
Whenever the Mystic Ice Awl touched the sword's edge, it unleashed bone-piercing cold, forming countless tiny crystals of frost throughout the surrounding thirty feet.
The Azurewood Sword sang like a dragon, green radiance blazing along its blade. Wherever its sword light passed, it seemed capable of severing life itself.
The struggle between the two treasures changed the very color of the wind and clouds.
Ice crystals and wood spiritual energy tangled and tore at one another in midair, producing shrill sounds like ripping silk.
Less than half a quarter-hour passed.
The circulation of the Su Household Ancestor's magic power suddenly faltered, and he violently spat out blood.
The Azurewood Sword's radiance immediately knocked the Mystic Ice Awl away.
The Su Household Ancestor forced himself to remain calm and tried to recall the Mystic Ice Awl. He believed the Azurewood Sword could not easily break through the Profound Ink Peak's defensive barrier, but out of the corner of his eye, he saw Zhou Qingfang take a sword-shaped talisman from his Storage Pouch.
Roughly thirty percent of Zhou Qingfang's magic power surged into it.
The next moment.
Ten thousand rays of green light burst from the talisman,