As he spoke, the Saint King finally reached out with his cushion-sized palm and grasped the handle of the Great Axe.
Shing!
The instant he gripped the Great Axe, the majesty and savagery permeating the Fifteenth Layer abruptly intensified once more.
The majestic aura swelled to its utmost limit, almost taking physical form, as though a thousand-pound hill had been laid atop each of them.
The intense savagery turned into fierce gales, whipping everyone's hair and robes while the low growls of wild beasts resounded in their ears.
"Fellow Daoist Lin..."
Even Qin Baochuan had been frightened deathly pale. "What... should we do now?" he asked hoarsely.
Lin Mo closed his eyes and focused, once again working through the Heaven-Slaying Sword Intent in his mind, just as he had countless times before.
Then he exhaled a faint breath of stale air, slowly opened his eyes, and said gravely, "As long as I can successfully unleash this move, I'm absolutely certain I can win with a single strike."
"But I need all of you seniors... to buy me the time it takes an incense stick to burn."
"An incense stick..."
At those words, the hearts of Qin Baochuan and the others sank.
Ordinarily, for powerful cultivators like them, the time it took an incense stick to burn passed in the flick of a finger.
But at this moment, that span of time seemed unbearably long.
With their cultivation, they likely could not withstand even a single move from the Saint King before being instantly reduced to dust and ashes.
To buy that much time, they would probably have to pay with the lives of all five hundred-odd of them.
Lin Mo knelt on one knee, both hands tightly gripping the handle of the Heavenly Pivot Soul-Guarding Sword, and began gathering his