Windmist True Person and Little Azure Dragon were losing ground in the sky.
Below them, the Immortal City's low-level cultivators faced demon beasts surging toward them like a sea. Even with a third-tier formation bearing much of the pressure, they gradually began to falter.
On one stretch of the city wall, Dai Sangyu was not controlling the Spirit-Linking Flying Sword. Instead, she wielded a pitch-black, axe-shaped magic artifact.
The axe expanded to the size of a door and rampaged through the beast tide, targeting second-tier demon beasts. But after killing two of them, she felt that she had expended too much magical power and had no choice but to return below the wall to recover.
As she replenished her magical power, her gaze involuntarily drifted to her master, who was fighting a third-tier greater demon in the sky. Worry appeared on her face.
With her discernment, she could naturally tell that her master and Little Azure Dragon were losing ground, but worrying would do no good.
If she were truly a sword cultivator, she could have relied on the might of her bonded flying sword to shoulder some of her master's burden. In truth, however, she was no sword cultivator. Even the Spirit-Linking Flying Sword had been left behind by Martial Uncle Xu; it was not her own.
If it were her own flying sword, at worst, the sword would shatter and she would die with it!
But if she destroyed the flying sword her martial uncle had left behind, how would they find his reincarnation? Her master had already waited a full two hundred years for him!
As she thought about this, a decision gradually formed in her heart!
Half a quarter-hour later, having recovered some of her magical power, Dai Sangyu did not return to the wall. Instead,