The sword shadow soared into the sky, shooting straight toward the black sun.
It was time for the three mighty beings to risk everything. The Dark Lord's expression fluctuated nonstop. If he still had his original cultivation, he could easily let the black sun melt and burn them away with just a strike. However, now he couldn't perform even a fraction of those powers, and in the face of such fierce attacks from these two, he could only unleash the black sun, wielding boundless darkness to resist them first.
But by doing so, he inevitably fell to the lower ground. Not to mention, while he was fending off their attacks, there was a chance that the Haotian Celestial Palace could directly flee and disappear. This Haotian Celestial Palace was something he intended to offer to the esteemed lord; losing it without reason was simply unacceptable.
"You two vermin, you're forcing my hand!" He showed a vicious look as the attacks of the two had already entered the black sun.
