Above the clouds.
The purple and white flying swords spun out together. Altar was the convergence of death, Thunder-Shock the pivot of life. The two qi transformed, Altar descending and Thunder-Shock giving rise to life, alternating in succession as chilling sword intent wreathed the blades.
The flying swords cleaved through layer upon layer of origin magnetism light like warm sunshine melting accumulated snow. Everything split in two beneath the entwining qi of life and death. The moment Altar Thunder's destructive intent ran its course, Shock Thunder's primordial qi arose, almost without end.
As Altar descended and Thunder-Shock rose, the movements of the two flying swords became increasingly wondrous. Unlike the immense killing power of [Tribulation Command], the [Life-and-Death Qi Flying Sword] truly struck at the point where life and death converged, unraveling life and death through the sword.
Like long rainbows piercing the sky, the two flying swords slashed inward in an instant, cutting down the great six-pointed star of crimson light. Continuing their descent, they intertwined and pierced Zhu Yucheng's heart aperture and qi sea, becoming two black-and-white chaos caverns that revolved in eerie silence.
After unleashing this strike, Xu Xuan's dharma body cracked inch by inch, blood pouring from him in torrents. He barely held himself together with his blood qi, keeping himself from falling out of the clouds.
Zhu Yucheng looked down at the two life-and-death chaos caverns embedded in his dharma body. His aura faltered. Slowly withdrawing his spear, he murmured:
"I underestimated you, Yuejue."
As his injuries worsened, the yin qi below slowly dispersed. The ranks of yin soldiers grew somewhat insubstantial, their might diminishing.
Sure enough, they're connected to him. All these yin soldiers are under his control.
Xu Xuan continued to hold himself upright through sheer effort. Zhu Yucheng merely shook his head,