How much could be done in a single breath?
In the mortal world, perhaps nothing at all. But when cultivators fought to the death, that single breath could sometimes decide life and death.
The pressure on Song Yan, trapped in the water prison, abruptly eased. Though he did not quite understand why, the opportunity was fleeting, leaving him no time to hesitate.
Almost the instant the thunderclouds dispersed, he drove his Sword Qi into a rolling surge with all his strength, steadily expanding the confines of the water prison.
At the same time, his Void-Aspect Dharma Body finally broke free. Black fire erupted from the Heart Demon Heavy Ruler, and a sweeping turn shredded the remaining binding spirit threads.
Elsewhere, the homing talismans finally struck Deng Su as his movements stalled.
Several bangs rang out. His protective spirit light shattered, and several holes were blasted through his Daoist robe, blood seeping out. He tumbled through the ruins several times before coming to a stop.
Divine Silence was simply not something a Foundation Establishment cultivator could cast.
That single use had drained all his spiritual power. The presence around him was now no different from a mortal's.
Just as the third talisman was about to strike, a small rattle-shaped law artifact appeared before him and blocked it. Demonic light flickered, and the talisman dispersed.
With no strength left in his body, Deng Su focused his gaze.
A little butterfly flew to his side, then suddenly assumed human form. It was Ying Yu.
The moment Song Yan had begun fighting those Golden Core cultivators, she had hidden far away.
With her meager strength, she certainly could not help. She would thank heaven and earth as long as she did not cause trouble for her big brother.
She shifted her little bundle to