Although he looked down on it, Su Yi dared not get complacent.

After all, this was an ancient evil spirit. It had been sealed within the blade all this time, but it was still alive. The power at its disposal was undoubtedly nothing to sneeze at.

Su Yi’s gaze was distant, and in his heart, he muttered, It really is time to end this…

When a battle turned into a contest between the two combatant’s trump cards, there was no longer any meaning in dragging it out.

Eerie blood-red mists permeated the air over Cloudcomb Lake.

Whoosh!

Huo Tiandu’s soul emerged from his shattered bodily shell and dove into the unearthly red blade of Netherworld Frost.

“Die!” The sword seemed to come to life. Under the control of Huo Tiandu’s soul, it flew through the air and slashed at Su Yi.

Boom!

Heaven and earth seemed to tremble as despotic, malevolent sword qi surged into the skies like a rampaging windstorm. Beneath the night sky, Cloudcomb Lake looked utterly, jarringly strange.

Over on the shore, countless cultivators lost their composure. They were overcome with terror and unease.

They watched as the swath of bloody mist and the malevolent sword qi swept through the sky. The onlookers could dimly discern the illusory projection of what...