Leng Yuexi glanced at the Frost Sword, its spiritual light now gone, and said helplessly, "Don't worry, just bear with it for now."
This response was not as easy as it seemed; she put a lot of thought into it.
First, she embedded the Frost Sword into the sword formation, and then they exchanged resources, allowing the 360 spirit swords to absorb the Frost Sword's unique coldness. This process took a toll on her.
Then, use the sword formation to nourish the Frost Sword, giving it power far exceeding its usual strength.
Only in this way can you achieve that relaxed and comfortable feeling you were just now.
If Lord Yuan comes a few more times, Leng Yuexi doesn't know how long she can hold out.
But the spectators were unaware of all this; they were all cheering for Leng Yuexi.
Shang Ziming looked at Leng Yuexi with surprise and delight, "She has a bright future ahead of her. Mr. Qian, do you think it's possible that she can really win?"
Manager Qian's judgment was naturally better than Shang Ziming's. "Young Master, I'm afraid it will be a bit difficult. It would be good enough if we could just stay undefeated."
Shang Ziming asked, puzzled, "Why is that?"
Manager Qian explained slowly.
"This woman's move just now probably took a lot of energy, while the Dark Palace Master's energy expenditure is negligible. If this continues, the outcome is predictable."
Shang Ziming understood and turned to focus on the battlefield.
When Lord Yuan saw that Leng Yuexi had once again withstood all of his moves, he was both ashamed and furious.
As the dignified Lord of the Dark Palace, who has ruled the Tianhuang Continent for so many years, he has failed time and time again, which makes him lose face.
He also lost his patience, and without saying a word, he grabbed the Netherworld Immortal Sword and charged toward Xiang Leng Yuexi with murderous intent.
As for Zhuge Tian and Xianhe, he no longer took them seriously.
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