Facing the skyward immortal-slaying sword, the four great Heavenly Demons remained unmoved. Their various scanning devices continuously swept over the structure of the flying sword, yet their bodies showed no change, not transforming with hair to rush forward as they had done before.
In their perception, all sounds related to the immortal-slaying sword were blocked, and its appearance was censored. The information, after being scanned and processed through image recognition and voice recognition, was translated to them by the automatic driving system.
Xu Dela sneered, "Zhou Bai, we've decrypted your abilities long ago. You've already lost."
In Xu Dela's perception, the automatic driving system kept reporting intelligence gleaned from the opponent, shielding them from the aberrant abilities.
"Lend him a hair? Haha, is it really that phrase again? Report it, let the higher-ups study it thoroughly. This phrase keeps triggering distortions; there must be profound implications there."
