The demonic claw was frozen solid by a single sword strike, and the pressure on Mo Yunzhou's predicament immediately lessened by more than half.
Yet he did not dare relax in the slightest. Instead, he continued placing pieces into the formation.
He knew that such means alone could never completely suppress this evil thing, so he had to seize this chance to stabilize the shape of the board as much as possible.
"Lacking a flavor of true fire."
Ling Shuang's sword-wielding motion paused slightly. Her Spiritual Sense swept below, and she murmured inwardly.
After the mystic ice had frozen it, it should have been broken with heaven-burning fire. Only then could the power of these two sword moves be drawn out to the fullest.
But unfortunately, among this generation of prodigies of the Canglan Righteous Path, there was no cultivator who particularly excelled in the path of fire arts.
Even the cleverest housewife could not cook without rice. Without the support of an origin phenomenon, no matter how gifted Ling Shuang was in the Sword Dao, she could not conjure this sword move from thin air.
"No true fire? Then I'll use lightning in its place."
With that thought, the Taicang Sword pointed toward the sword vessel below.
Chu Jingxiao, who had been knocked unconscious by the demonic qi, was abruptly awakened by the sword intent. Before he could understand what was happening, a phantom thundercloud had already been drawn forth around him.
Crackle—
Empowered by the thundercloud phenomenon, Ling Shuang ignited sword fire and refined it together with the lightning, causing streaks of blue-violet lightning and flame to erupt from the Taicang Sword.
When that aura had brewed to its peak, she unleashed the fourth sword.
"Thunderflame Break!"
This sword landed upon the demonic claw and barely achieved the