"Damn it!"
The Celestial Corpse struggled wildly, the cross fracturing madly, yet it still forcefully locked him in place.
The next moment.
Figures emerged around, countless musical notes echoed, waves of sound fell onto the Celestial Corpse's body.
Simultaneously, the aura of the surrounding figures continued to expand.
Originally, the Celestial Corpse's struggling movements began to stall as if dropping frames.
"Demon-Vanquishing True Martial Seal!"
"Demon-Vanquishing Power!"
"True Martial Sword!"
"One Thought, a Flower Blooms!"
"All Transformations Saint Technique!"
"Celestial Poison!"
...
The True Martial aura was slightly weak, but by consuming the 'blood' within [Body Prison Suppression], recovery could temporarily withstand.
Marks continuously landed on the Celestial Corpse, adding damage buffs to it.
A Heaven-reaching Giant Sword, carrying terrifying might, slashed down with supreme sharpness against all demons.
