No one knew that atop the branch, sharp as a sword, another terrible standoff was taking place.
It had lasted for a year already.
It was a stalemate.
killing intention, Dharma Principle, Divine Might, the Power of Heaven and Earth—several terrifying forces filled the air, dense and lingering.
To the left, seated among the branches was a middle-aged woman in a Taoist robe with a solemn expression and particularly icy eyes.
Above her head floated a red sword, its dreadful aura undulating.
It was her Destiny God Weapon.
Despite the long standoff, she remained in good condition, drawing Vitality Power from the Fusang Tree with ease.
On the other hand, not far away, Wen Yuqing had nearly exhausted all her strength. Her complexion was pale and convulsive, and it might not be long before her energy completely dried up.
The Undying Furnace floated high above, draping down threads of the Power of the Great Tao, enveloping her whole being and exerting an indescribable pressure on her.
