With each sword strike raining down, the Great Sun sacrificed itself in an explosion, the Great Snow Mountain collapsed, and millennia-old ice layers melted away, converging into rivers that flowed in all directions.
The three Heavenly Monarchs kept retreating under the Taiqing Flying Sword, constantly retreating until the icy talons and beaks were numb, sore, and limp. The Incense Fire Divine Guard and the Hundred Poisons Golden Thread Gu kept plummeting under the sword-light, losing their vitality, their numbers dwindling.
The situation, though slowly, was firmly plummeting into the abyss, and the likes of Bai Zu Heavenly Lord began to feel a slight terror in their hearts.
"Three Fellow Daoists, is this all you're capable of?"
Jiang Ding asked amiably: "If this is all, then you are about to die, which is quite regrettable."