The torrent of Sword Qi vanished, and although the whirlpool of Demonic Qi briefly wavered, it did not completely collapse.
Instead, the surrounding barrier of Demonic Qi faintly twisted, showing a brief moment of weakness.
Even though the attack had obviously failed, Yang Yan's lips curled into a meaningful smile.
He simply wanted to show the others that they didn't need to truly fight desperately.
Indeed, the two cultivators in the late stage of Divinity Transformation had been poised to strike, but upon witnessing this scene, they hesitated.
And it was this hesitation that allowed Yang Yan enough time to lock onto Fu Wushen again.
"Meteor Fall!"
As his voice fell, the sky was immediately shrouded in Star Power.
Intense starlight condensed into countless rays, rushing straight towards Fu Wushen.
Fu Wushen's face turned gloomy, his right hand suddenly raised, and a black arc slashed toward the Sword Array formed by star power.
