In that breath's time, the situation reversed once again.
Zhong Ziyang, wielding the Demon Suppressing Immortal Sword and fueled by both fresh grudges and old hatreds, though being a needle refiner by occupation and initially a practitioner from the Medical Family, had also mastered the Taishang Sword Skill quite proficiently. A flurry of chopping and slashing later, he had turned Ying Qingdi's huge beast-like head into something resembling a pus-yellow skull.
On the other side, the many cultivators, each harboring resentment, struck with extreme force. Utilizing various Divine Skills, they shattered that mountainous Evil Body into pieces, scattering corpse chunks across the sky.
The results of these two battles seemed to bring a sense of relief to everyone's mind.
It seemed as if the outcome was already decided?
The Ten Talents were supposed to be massacred, but successive arrivals of two key reinforcements ultimately turned the tide of the battle.
