Lu Xiuyuan gritted his teeth, but he was completely exhausted. With no strength left to resist, he could only watch helplessly as the golden longsword plummeted toward him.
"What a pity, what a pity!"
He sighed softly, turned to embrace Lin Youwei, and quietly awaited death.
In the next instant...
"Hm?"
Sensing something, Lu Xiuyuan and Lin Youwei looked up in confusion. They saw the golden longsword frozen in the void, unable to advance even an inch!
The expression of the Immortal who had thrown the longsword changed, and he called out in a booming voice:
"Which Fellow Daoist is there? Please show yourself!"
The other Immortals also grew vigilant. Ao Tao glanced around, searching inch by inch with his Divine Thought, but found nothing!
The next moment.
The Immortals saw the winds and clouds shift. Countless mists roiled and converged, gradually stacking together to form a gigantic human face, Covering the Sky and Sun!
