An oppressive, supreme crimson mist-like aura erupted from the Asura's body, spreading outward in violent waves as it forcefully countered the Dragon's breath.
The moment the two forces collided, space shattered.
In that instant, Yu Xuan acted again.
He controlled the blood Qi within his own body, locking the Asura's sword in place inside his abdomen, the flesh around it tightening unnaturally.
At the same time, he poured every ounce of his [Telekinesis] into the axe frozen above his head, twisting its trajectory and redirecting it toward the Asura's other arms.
The axe moved.
Then.
Clang!
It struck the red mist.
And stopped.
It didn't pierce.
It didn't crack.
It didn't even tremble.
The crimson aura swallowed the force completely, like an abyss devouring light.
"Haha… how amusing," the Great Demonic Sage Hei Si Zun muttered, a low chuckle escaping him.
"To think he'd force that Asura to use Supreme Will against him."
Though he laughed, his eyes were sharp.
