Xu Wuyi and Hong Nianyi both felt the pressure multiply.
'This Priest is about to go all out.'
"We can't let him complete his secret technique," Hong Nianyi sent via voice transmission, her tone urgent. "I'll break his defense. You get ready for the kill shot."
Xu Wuyi nodded. He drew his spear back to his side, the Dark Gold Flame receding as it was all compressed into the shaft. He was building up Momentum, waiting for the one-hit-kill opportunity.
Hong Nianyi took a deep breath, gripping her Long Saber with both hands and slowly raising it above her head.
This time, she didn't conjure the phantom giant blade.
All her Sword Intent, all her sharpness, was focused into the Long Saber in her hands.
The body of the blade trembled slightly, letting out a low hum as if it couldn't bear the power being compressed within.
The High Priest sensed the danger and accelerated the activation of his secret technique.
