As the demonic avatar continued to ravage the battlefield, its massive qi blade descended repeatedly, each strike tearing apart the corrupted land with overwhelming destructive force. The pressure released from every swing grew heavier, making even breathing slightly difficult.
Lin Xiaotian and Chu Yue were forced into constant retreat, their movements becoming tighter as they struggled to withstand the relentless assault without any room to counterattack. Every step they took was calculated just to survive.
Chu Yue continued firing arrows without pause, each shot carrying dense cold energy aimed precisely at the avatar's joints and core to slow its movements. The frost spread briefly upon impact but shattered almost instantly under the crushing demonic qi.
Lin Xiaotian stepped forward once more, his expression no longer carrying its usual lightness as his gaze became focused and unwavering despite the overwhelming pressure surrounding them. His decision had already been made.
