The watching sword cultivators' hearts rose into their throats, and even their chatter grew quieter.
At first-
"Boss's attacks are terrifying, but he still can't beat so many Crown Champions."
"He's wounded. This doesn't look good!"
"This is a death match sealed by a Life-and-Death Pact. No one can save him!"
Halfway through-
"He killed another one! Watch out for that arrow! How despicable!"
"That's the sixth. How much longer can Boss hold on?"
"Junior Brother Li will probably die within an incense stick's time at most."
Now-
"I'm numb. That's Boss for you. He's mastered luring enemies deep into his trap and harvesting their heads."
"He was like this in the Ancient Immortal Secret Realm, too, clinging to his last breath and stubbornly refusing to die."
"Why does it feel like Junior Brother Li is fishing for them?"
"No wonder he was so afraid we'd steal his kills when he first arrived. He really does have the strength to harvest their lives!"
That was how the sword cultivators' attitudes had changed.
They no longer even hoped Li Yang could hold out until the end. Instead, they wanted to see whether he would actually die in battle.
"You still want us to go in? He was supposed to be dying already! He's clearly trying to lure us in!"
"I'm not going! Even if they expel me from the sect, I'm not going! This fellow is terrifying!"
"A monster! A Sword Dao monster! I'm giving up on this revenge!"
Some of the Heavenly Prodigies seeking revenge took the Teleportation Formation and left on the spot.
Other Heavenly Prodigies continued waiting.
They had noticed that Li Yang really did seem close to collapse.
Whatever else might be uncertain, his depleted spiritual power was plain to see. He was now relying entirely on