After a stalemate of ten breaths, True Monarch Tong Xuan knew the situation was hopeless.
True Monarch Dong Ming had been lying in wait, well-rested. Though injured, her foundation was intact. He, on the other hand, was a spent force. His Dao Foundation was damaged, his Sword Spirit was on the verge of collapse, and he was trapped in an Otherworld that actively suppressed him.
If this entanglement continued, and he waited for Xu Yunfan to finish suppressing the Red Sun Dao Fruit and free his hands, or for the Three Great Main Gods to recover, his death would be certain.
A look of ruthless determination and pained reluctance flashed in his eyes.
He had cultivated for thousands of years, endured several cycles of Reincarnation, and faced death countless times. Now, his only option was to sever a limb to survive.
"Phecda falls, Sword Spirit burns!"
True Monarch Tong Xuan fiercely slapped an ancient Jade Pendant hanging from his waist.
The Jade Pendant shattered on impact.
