As the short-haired man in the black robe reeled inwardly, his magical power briefly faltered, and his protective barrier immediately cracked.
The Qiongqi biting the back of his neck and the Wind Goose Beast pecking at his back instantly sensed their opportunity.
This was already the Great Elder and Yan San's all-out strike. They knew death could descend on anyone here in a single instant today, so they treated every attack as their last.
With the short-haired man's mind shaken, compounded by his carelessness, two bloody wounds appeared on the back of his neck and over his heart the instant his protective barrier cracked. Blood sprayed out.
The Qiongqi sank its jaws into his neck, ferocity blazing in its eyes as blood hissed out through the gaps between its sinister teeth.
The Wind Goose Beast pecked down as well, tearing a gaping, bloody hole in the short-haired man's back. Its pointed beak even reached his stark white bones, and it was about to drive harder and pierce straight through his chest...
And all of this was an opening Li Yan had created.
Sword cultivators had two major weaknesses: their physical bodies and their lack of sustained magical power. The Great Elder and the others' all-out attacks were already capable of injuring his body.
But the short-haired man suppressed the agony in his soul in a single instant. An immense force suddenly arose within him, unleashing an overwhelming surge of power.
His lack of magical power was only relative to cultivators of his own level, and referred to his inability to sustain powerful sword techniques for long. To Nascent Soul Cultivators, his power remained unfathomable.
The Qiongqi and the Wind Goose Beast froze. The instant that immense force struck their heads, their bodies began shattering inch by inch, from their mouths