The blood-colored longsword hummed, emitting a piercing sound, carrying an overwhelming aura of bloodlight, it fearlessly headed straight for the golden finger.
It wanted to prevent the golden finger from falling! It would not allow any being to disturb the resurrection of the Demon Saint!
The golden light was dazzling, blinding to the eyes, the bloodlight intense, bearing a sharp smell of blood.
The two collided harshly, like the interweaving of gold and blood, as if heaven and earth were colliding.
With a deafening noise, Fang Lin, Gu Hanshan, and Feng Qianqiu felt their eardrums tremble. In that instant, they couldn't hear anything, and all that remained in their eyes were the colors of gold and red.
A moment later, the three regained normality. They looked upwards only to see the blood-colored longsword losing its sheen, dropping beside the body of the Demon Saint with a mournful hum.
