"EEEEEEKKKKKKKKK!"
Each palm struck the spirit, tearing through her luminous form, ripping pieces from her body. Blood-like essence sprayed from her spirit, dissipating into the wind. But she didn't falter.
"!!"
Bai Yujian gasped, agony tearing through her soul as the Sword Spirit was cut down in front of her eyes. Her bond with the spirit burned like fire in her chest. Blood seeped from her tear ducts, but she didn't hesitate.
The sword. She had to grab the sword.
With trembling fingers, she reached for the hilt of the White Jade Sword. At that moment, the shield protecting her shattered into a thousand fragments, leaving her exposed to the crushing Buddha's Palm above.
Her hand closed around the hilt.
BOOM!
A deafening explosion swallowed the battlefield. Dust and golden light erupted, swallowing everything. The heavens themselves seemed to pause in reverence—or fear.
"Impossible!"
