And the sword marks became deeper and deeper.
Blood began to seep out.
Yang Xiaotian had no choice but to circulate the Primordial Dragon Art, covering his body with dragon scales.
With the dragon scales covering him, the Aura of Sword Spirit striking his body only sparked bursts of firelight.
But when Yang Xiaotian reached the mid-mountain, even the Dragon Emperor's Body couldn't resist the Aura of Sword Spirit. The dragon scales were shattered one by one, and blood seeped out again.
Yang Xiaotian could only rely on Master Ding to protect him as he continued toward the summit.
Due to the proximity of the Innate Sword Formation near the mountaintop, the Aura of Sword Spirit became even denser, like a turbulent Sword Sea, bombarding Yang Xiaotian incessantly.
If it were the Saint Realm, one would likely find it difficult to advance an inch.
However, no matter how fierce and dense the Aura of Sword Spirit was, it could never shake Master Ding's Golden Light Shield.
