The Sword-Saint's Resolve
His blood essence burning within, igniting a power that the Sword-Saint had never felt before, he sped towards the battle, piercing into John's Domain of Anguish. The Sword-Saint braced himself for the pain, but still couldn't help but gasp from the agony he felt, both mental and physical.
It was as if his body was being flayed, his skin peeled, his muscles ripped, his bones ground into dust. It was as if his soul was being cooked alive by an infernal hellfire, making each thought excruciating, affecting both his combat prowess and instincts.
Still, despite this excruciating pain, the Sword-Saint pushed forward, knowing that he needed to help end this battle quickly and decisively. The only way to do that was to get up close and personal to the Yang-Sovereign, unleashing an attack that the Yang-Sovereign was not able to deflect at the last possible moment.