The pitch-black little sword swelled in the wind, instantly becoming a black giant sword several dozen feet long. It slashed toward Xiao Yu with terrifying force.
"Hmph!" Xiao Yu snorted coldly and spat another golden flying sword from his mouth. He pointed two fingers at the black giant sword, and his golden flying sword likewise expanded to several dozen feet in length. The two collided in an instant.
With an earth-shaking bang, the two giant swords sprang apart. Neither had gained the upper hand; they were evenly matched.
Seeing this, Xiao Yu figured the old devil probably had no other tricks left. Ling Yuling should also have escaped far enough by now. He had to end this battle quickly, or things would become troublesome once the old devil's helpers arrived.
At that thought, a ruthless look flashed across Xiao Yu's face. He frantically drove the magic power within him and formed an incantation with his hands. The golden light and sword aura radiating from the six Golden Bamboo Divine Thunder Swords trapping the black python suddenly doubled in strength. In just a few strokes, the trapped python was shredded into wisps of black qi that dispersed into the air.
Meanwhile, the streaks of golden light that had been circling the four Demon Corpses and slashing relentlessly suddenly dimmed, revealing twelve golden flying swords roughly a foot long.
The Demon Corpses fighting them froze, their hideous faces blank with surprise. Then they saw the twelve flying swords combine into groups of three, instantly swelling to over a hundred feet in length before cleaving down at their heads.
Before Extreme Yin Old Devil could lament the destruction of his spell, he suddenly sensed danger descending. When he looked toward his refined corpses, he roared:
"You dare!"
Bang! Bang! Bang! No sooner had