Elsewhere, after Su Jiu left, Xia Jue planted many more formations and talismans around Si Lishen to guard against a sudden outburst.
The moment he made any unusual move, they would catch him off guard.
Time ticked past, and Si Lishen's complexion grew increasingly pale. Meanwhile, his eyes were turning completely black, and before long, most of the whites had been swallowed up.
Another dozen or so breaths passed, and his face began to change as well. Black patterns steadily ate into and spread across his entire face, covering it inch by inch at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"These patterns..."
"They're the patterns on the blade of that demonic sword."
Ning Fan tugged at his hood. "Is he about to lose?"
Xia Jue said quietly, "Yes, he's about to lose. Once those patterns cover his entire body, it'll be over."
Of course, the one facing defeat in their conversation was not the demonic sword, but Si Lishen.
"That demonic sword is actually devouring his consciousness." If the two could coexist, Si Lishen would not have resisted so fiercely for so long.
"Ah, it's devouring him? Then this demonic sword is even worse than the one at the Nightfall Cold Pool. I remember that the demonic sword there only borrowed the body of a Jade Sword Sect disciple..." Da Shen murmured from the side.
Xiao Shen shook his head. "No demonic sword is merciful or softhearted. The situation at the Nightfall Cold Pool was unusual back then. The barrier there was still sturdy, so it suppressed the strength of all the monsters, demons, ghosts, and other creatures inside. Even the demonic sword was no exception. In other words, it wasn't that the sword didn't want to control the cultivator completely. It simply lacked the strength."
"Tsk, he really