Despite Yao Xuanzhou's swift sword light darting back and forth, it was unable to deliver a fatal strike to the head as a dense array of rays forced him away each time. Moreover, the space for dodging and shifting was shrinking as the spreading demonic fire pressed ever closer, creating a desperate and perilous situation!
"Hiss—ha—" Li Fan closed his eyes to meditate, held his breath, focused his mind, and took deep gulps of nefarious energy. The nascent form of the Extremely Evil Sword emerged from his fingertips, enveloped in a skyful of black winds, slowly building up formidable power.
"Kill—!" The surrounding Shaman warriors and demonic beasts weren't fools; initially caught off guard, but once Elder Tuxi leapt out and unleashed his power they quickly regained their footing. Seven or eight of them charged at Li Fan, swarming to attack!
"Ah—! Frost Wind Biting Rain!"
