"Clang! Clang! Clang!" The piercing sounds of collision rang out without pause. The Tyrant Tiger Soul Refining Blade struck the stone-skin armor, showering dazzling sparks, but could only leave slash marks of varying depths. The Abyss's claws, however, had a formidable tearing effect. Ultimate Defense Break ripped through the Vajra's flesh in an instant, drawing repeated cries of pain from him.
But the two Soul Saints opposing him also had ample combat experience. Realizing that defense seemed useless against Dai Youheng, they switched to trading attacks with him, even trying to exchange wound for wound.
Dai Youheng fought as he retreated. He seemed to be at a disadvantage, yet never showed any sign of defeat. Every block and every dodge was flawlessly precise, as though he were dancing on a blade's edge-dangerous yet graceful.
Elsewhere, Zhu Shu grew more alarmed the longer she fought. She had no idea how long she could hold Nana off. She could tell that Nana's inability to defeat her quickly was purely due to a lack of combat experience.
She could now clearly feel Nana rapidly adapting to her fighting rhythm. The inexperience in those icy eyes was swiftly fading, replaced by the composure and decisiveness of the strong. The Illusory Domain constantly eroded her mind, forcing her to divert a portion of her soul power to resist that mental invasion.
"Hou Ling! Hou Jia! Finish this quickly!" Zhu Shu shouted anxiously, a barely perceptible trace of panic creeping into her voice.
If they could not defeat Dai Youheng, everything would be over once she could no longer withstand Nana's assault.
As though answering her call, the Mountain-Shaking Vajra suddenly hammered his chest with both fists. A thick, earthy-yellow glow spread across his stone-skin armor. Clearly, he was about to unleash an even stronger attack.