Within the thunderclouds, the sword light was gradually overwhelmed by the lightning's glare, until it was completely swallowed.
Even Hua Maochen's sword body began to show signs of gradually being unable to withstand Hong Yao's thunder arts.
Feeling that the time had come, Hong Yao signaled Yang Lingrui and the others to make their move.
In an instant, eight spells of varying forms surged forth from different directions and bore down on Hua Maochen.
Hong Yao relaxed slightly, thinking the matter was as good as done, when he suddenly caught a flicker of excitement in Hua Maochen's eyes.
"Why is he like this?"
His thoughts raced at once.
Yet before Hong Yao could discern the deeper meaning behind Hua Maochen's gaze, Hua Maochen instantly withdrew all the Sword Qi protecting his body. He stopped attacking as well, simply allowing every spell to strike him.
"Damn! We've fallen into his trap!"
Seeing that Hua Maochen intended to destroy his own sword body, Hong Yao instantly understood his purpose.
"Break, then rise anew! He's played us like fools!"
Though he understood Hua Maochen's intentions, it was already too late for Hong Yao to withdraw.
"Once his sword body is reforged, his combat strength will surely soar. Whether I can suppress him then is uncertain!"
Knowing he could not stop it from happening, Hong Yao immediately began considering a way out.
If he left now, he had a way to escape, but the same could not be said for Yang Lingrui, Shen Yue, and the others.
"This began because of me. I absolutely cannot let Ling Rui, Shen Yue, and the others come to harm because of this."
At that thought, a flying-serpent wooden carving appeared in his palm.
This was a life-saving treasure personally refined by his master, Lu Changfeng, the Hall