Before they even had time to react, they saw Li Weiyi pierce through the defensive formation made of thirty-six high-grade blood crystals with a single spear thrust.
His figure stood straight, face to face with Xue Yucai, the spear tip pressed against the center of his forehead.
A drop of fresh blood fell from Xue Yucai’s brow.
If Li Weiyi advanced just one more inch, the spiritual realm within him would collapse and his skull would burst.
The whole world was silent, only the howling wind rolled over the Sea of Light.
Everyone was stunned, their eyes almost dropping to the ground.
The change happened too swiftly; some didn’t even clearly see what had just happened.
“Shua shua!”
Ten Heavenly Sword talismans were withdrawn back into Li Weiyi’s right hand.
Then, with a swing of his arm, a sword light cleaved the fourth Blood God that was flying toward him clean in two.
From beginning to end, Li Weiyi never lowered the spear from Xue Yucai; he didn’t glance back at that Blood God of the Longevity Realm.
The light of the ten Heavenly Sword talismans dimmed considerably as they returned to nourish the space between Li Weiyi’s brows.