If his mind was invaded, he certainly would not become a puppet at once, but with that hindrance, mistakes in the perilous struggle at hand would be inevitable. Yet if he concentrated on fighting, his mind would be eroded.
In a single unguarded moment, a dilemma sufficient to decide the battle had already arisen.
Yue Muzhou decisively called back his Returning Sword. His body suddenly abandoned all support, and he closed his eyes and fell from the air, his whole body as limp as if he had given up all resistance.
Watching tensely from the city wall, Pei Ye did not know what had happened. His fingers abruptly tightened on the bricks.
The Immortal Lord pounced like an Evil Tiger toward that body falling like a goose with broken wings. Of course, he would never let such an opportunity go.
Yet from that limp, falling body, a gleam of sword light suddenly streamed out.
The instant that sword light entered his sight, Pei Ye felt something cold and heavy press down on his heart. His breathing stopped, and his entire body froze in place. Only after a long while did he begin gasping for air.
Such a powerful, unfamiliar, and yet... familiar strike. This was... [Clouded Sky Obscures Eyes, Lost Feathers]!
This was actually [Clouded Sky Obscures Eyes, Lost Feathers]?
So this was the true [Clouded Sky Obscures Eyes, Lost Feathers]!
For the first time, Pei Ye felt so profoundly how immature and crude his swordsmanship was-after all, Ming Qitian had not used the same sword art as him that day.
The gap between him and them was not a matter of his having failed to learn sufficiently wondrous sword arts at all.
Unlike Pei Ye, watching from afar, the Immortal Lord bearing fiercely down on Yue Muzhou faced this