It seemed rather pathetic to only act now, but faced with a foe at the Peak of Divinity Transformation, he had no other choice.
As a flurry of Spells flashed past, the Golden Small Sword watched from the side, the corner of its 'mouth' twitching in exasperation.
'With such little courage, it's no wonder he's just a supporting character.'
'But as long as he doesn't harm my master, I don't care what he does.'
The Golden Small Sword hummed, content to watch the show.
...
「An hour later」
Mo Yuan sat on the ground, completely drained. The Demonic Qi in his body was almost gone, and he quickly began to meditate to recover.
There was no telling what had become of the Demon Lord inside the Sword Dao True Realm; in any case, all was quiet.
Meanwhile, Song Wanning's aura grew ever more immense and unfathomable.
With her eyes closed, a peculiar rhythm of the Dao seemed to ebb and flow around her with every breath she took.
