At the final moment, just as Yu Fei's Sword Intent was about to vanish, the brilliant sword light suddenly took on a cool, illusory quality, like the moon's reflection in water. Though suppressed by a dark, obscure Sword Intent, it rippled with a cold light. It seemed as if it would dissipate at any moment, but it ultimately held its form, clinging precariously to existence in his spiritual space.
After three breaths, his strength failed him, and he could no longer keep his Sword Intent stable. An irresistible, mighty force descended, and he felt as if he were sinking to the bottom of a dark sea, unable to breathe, lost in a lonely descent.
"Hah!..."
In the end, he weathered the assault of the third Sword Intent without falling into a deep slumber.
