After tens of thousands of exchanges, the two Demon Kings and the Sword Saint entered their second lull. As at the beginning, they occupied three separate positions above White Tree City.
Only this time, the azure-robed Daoist and Xie Jingxin stood against Zhang Yuan.
Xie Jingxin shook her head, purging the stray thoughts that did not belong to her and restoring clarity to her mind.
Through her exchanges with Zhang Yuan, she had discovered that every clash of their blades inexplicably affected the lake of her mind and her sea of consciousness, spawning countless stray thoughts and wicked desires.
This prevented her from concentrating fully on the battle. She had to divert part of her attention to severing those thoughts and desires.
The divine effect of [Beholding Demons] enveloped Zhang Yuan. When Xie Jingxin came into close contact with him, she too suffered the influence of the [Sun-Eroding Demon King Palace].
The azure-robed Daoist was himself one of the Six Heavenly Demon Kings, so he barely noticed this. Still, his condition was hardly good. The incarnation he had hastily fashioned was already on the verge of collapse, and cracks gradually appeared across its body under the strain of their fierce clashes.
Before long, this incarnation of his would dissipate.
"I can't take him down..."
The azure-robed Daoist gazed at Zhang Yuan's calm face and steady aura, knowing he could not drive him away tonight. Not only had he failed to expel him, but after all their exchanges, he had not even uncovered the depths of his abilities. He truly would return empty-handed.
As the [Miasma-Ravaging Silent-Qi Demon King] considered this, he lost all desire to continue fighting. Xie Jingxin, nearby, was instead itching to try again. Her pure, flawless eyes remained fixed on Zhang Yuan's straight-backed figure and indistinct features,