But it was too late.
The Mountain Splitting Sword became an uncatchable streak of dark-golden light, instantly tearing through the void and striking Brother Luo squarely on the head.
"Slash!"
Without the slightest resistance, wherever the sword light passed, his Emperor robe, fleshly body, soul, and even the defensive artifact he had hastily summoned were all cleaved in two. He turned into a cloud of blood mist, unable to even let out a scream.
Lin Yi's assault was too fast, too vicious, too sudden!
The other two only saw a blur before a towering Divine Demon phantom appeared behind them. When they focused their eyes again, Brother Luo, the strongest among them, had already been decapitated.
Their pupils abruptly shrank to pinpoints. The color drained from their faces, and terror chilled their limbs.
At that moment, Brother Luo's blood mist had yet to disperse. Before the threat of death, the two who had called each other brother and sister instantly made completely opposite choices.
"Kill him!"
"Run!"
The two cries rang out almost simultaneously, filled with utter terror and a jarring sense of division.
A vicious glint flashed through the purple-robed woman's eyes as she shrieked and summoned her purple whip.
The whip expanded to tens of thousands of feet in length, wrapped in dense dark-green poisonous mist. It had clearly been refined with a tyrannical Emperor-level poison. With a piercing shriek that tore through the air, it lashed viciously toward Lin Yi's lower leg.
She wanted to gamble. Perhaps she could buy some time, perhaps she could get lucky and severely injure him.
The black-robed man beside her, meanwhile, had long since lost all will to fight.
The miserable death of the strongest among the three was like a bucket of icy water that extinguished every trace of his