Chapter 771 – The Sigh of Frost Is of No Avail Against the Dark Sky (2/2)

Countless sword glows surged out of the sheath, akin to the innumerable streams of golden light on the surface of a river. They rose with the wind, now seeming like a net cast from a fisherman's boat.

The second technique was the Three Songs of the Fisherman of the Mount Li Sword Style.

Countless swords exploded in every direction, extremely sharp sword intents cutting at everything between the heavens and earth, forming an incredibly tight net.

Nanke might have been as fast as lightning, but not even she could avoid this net of swords in such a short amount of time and fly out of this frost-filled garden.

If she attempted to break through the net, the dragon breath raining from the sky would freeze and fracture her demon body, and if she attempted to resist the dragon breath, the myriad swords would pierce her heart!

If nothing unexpected occurred, her fate seemed sealed.

However, the Demon Lord was still present.

For some reason, Chen Changsheng and Zhizhi completely ignored the Demon Lord. From the outset, they had focused their strongest techniques completely on Nanke.

This was the case because Nanke was the weaker opponent, and the one that they could most easily break through.

As for the Demon Lord, given Chen Changsheng's and Zhizhi's strength, even if they used everything they had, they wouldn't be able to harm a hair on his head, so why bother?

And Hai Di was still here. Whether or not he was willing to ally himself with a human, he had to be keenly aware that tonight was his best and final chance.

The Deep Freeze Dragon Breath imbued with countless shards of frost fell on the lake and garden and also Hai Di's armor.

The black armor was instantly covered by countless raindrop-like ovals as the ice both corroded his armor and somewhat concealed the ripples of strength from Hai Di's body.

Hai Di would naturally strike, and he would strike with his strongest blow.

The broken monolith silently smashed towards the Demon Lord like a mountain!

Hai Di was well aware that even though the Demon Lord was heavily injured, his strength far from its peak, he was still no match.

He had no delusions of injuring the Demon Lord, only impeding him for a moment.

As long as the Demon Lord could not come to the rescue, Chen Changsheng might succeed at killing Nanke, after which they could turn the fight into three versus one and strive for sliver of hope.

It was evident that this had been Chen Changsheng's plan from the start and Hai Di acted precisely according to this plan.

What was the Demon Lord thinking? He paid no attention to the broken monolith dropping from the sky, nor did he look towards his daughter who might die at any time to the Deep Freeze Dragon Breath and countless sword Qis. Instead, he lowered his head to look at his ancient zither, his slender and firm fingers falling upon the strings and plucking.

There was a moving twang.

And then…it quickened.

Notes rose up in disarray like thousands of trees rustling as they collapsed.

Countless notes flew out from the zither strings, ignoring the Deep Freeze Dragon Breath as they shot in all directions.

The starry sky was obscured by the Black Frost Dragon's body, casting the valley and the lake into pitch-black darkness, the deepest depths of the night. Suddenly, countless sparks blazed to life in the darkness.

The sparks came from grinding and crashing. It was not rock on rock or metal against metal, but the notes of the zither grinding and crashing against swords.

The countless swords sent out by Chen Changsheng's Hanging Sunset and Three Songs of the Fisherman encountered countless zither notes.

Every encounter would release a clash and produce a flower of sparks.

From several thousand swords, several thousand zither notes, and several thousand encounters, several thousand flowers made from sparks bloomed in the air; an enormous tree of fire seemed to grow from midair.

Those sparks fell to the ground, but they were not frozen by the Deep Freeze Dragon Breath. They still blazed as they fell to the ground, flames spitting from the trunk of the tree.

The world was greatly brightened, yet it was precisely because of this that the darkness was all the more vivid.

Just like the Demon Lord's face.