With that, Song Yan curled his sword fingers, and Moon-Crying wheeled through the air. A wisp of moonlight drifted from the lunar disc and gathered upon its blade.
"Gazing at the Moon."
Moonlight spilled forth, wiping away all three opponents' attacks.
The condensed crescent of sword light abruptly slashed across the man in front. His protective Spiritual Qi could not withstand a single blow beneath that moonlight and was instantly crushed.
The gourd Law Artifact he controlled also dimmed, seeming somewhat unstable.
By then, the others had joined the battle as well.
Thirty-six streaks of white sword light trailed afterimages, wheeling and circling throughout the sky.
They constantly struck at the group. Even when they failed to take effect, they left sword marks across their protective Spiritual Qi.
Every person before him was at the late Qi Refining stage, and there was even a cultivator at Qi Refining perfection among them.
To eliminate them swiftly, Song Yan naturally had to ensure he operated at full capacity.
If any of these cultivators had a troublesome trump card in reserve, he could easily find himself in the awkward position of having exhausted his Sword Qi.
Fortunately, that Corpse Puppet could share some of the pressure.
The Corpse Puppet's strength was also quite extraordinary. Fighting two opponents alone, he could suppress them completely.
What surprised Song Yan was that, although this Corpse Puppet had been refined from a cultivator at Qi Refining perfection, he seemed to rely entirely on physical strength to clash head-on with two late Qi Refining cultivators.
Song Yan controlled the Sword Shadows filling the sky, steadily compressing the space in which Jiang Chen and the other three could move.
Unwilling to sit and await death, Jiang Chen swept his hand out and took out three first-tier superior-grade Ice Storm