The Spell-Breaking Blade specialized in breaking Dharma power and was also uniquely effective against the extraordinary powers of later ages. Unless Ye Tianming cultivated immortal nature as Fang Qianyuan had, he would have no means of resisting it. No matter how condensed his spirit essence or how exquisite his spells, he was utterly defenseless against it.
These two Warriors had only middle Earth Rank cultivation, but their strength clearly surpassed that of ordinary cultivators of the same rank. They were death warriors born expressly for battle.
Confident in his own strength, Ye Tianming had failed to take a great sect's resources seriously. In the end, this unexpected move wounded him. As spirit essence sprayed out and his Dharma body suffered damage, great torrents of pitch-black origin energy poured from it.
Realizing that something was wrong, he hurriedly retreated, turned, and fled.
"Keep chasing!"
Zhang Shan spoke calmly.
"Though this brat is powerful, he lacks reserves. As a rogue cultivator, he has no way to obtain supplies."
"As long as we pursue him relentlessly and press him step by step, sooner or later we'll drive him to where the mountains end and the rivers run dry."
Hearing this, the two Warriors silently put away their blades and flew onto the back of the exotic beast Zhujian.
The dragon's tail had struck them earlier, leaving them with considerable injuries, but for men like these, who licked blood from the edge of a blade, such wounds were hardly serious.
Moreover, the Myriad Phenomena Sect possessed vast resources, abundant troops, and many capable commanders. It could soon dispatch other experts to help encircle him.
Perhaps in less than half a day, other comrades would take over the pursuit of Ye Tianming. They had ample time to recuperate.
"Scree!"
Deep in the mountains, Ye