A flame burst forth in Guo Yi's hand.
The Bone Sword revealed itself from within the flames, its whole body clean and white as jade, as if it were a masterpiece created by God himself.
"How can such a short sword defeat the opponent?"
"Has he gone mad? The Ice Sword just now might have had a chance at victory, but this tiny three-foot-long sword, can it cut through this web?"
Everyone was brimming with curiosity.
"Clan Leader?" Li Jinzhu looked puzzledly at the old group leader.
"If he's doing it this way, there must be a good reason for it!" The old group leader smiled indifferently, his eyes filled with an amiable light, as if he had full confidence in Guo Yi.
Li Jinzhu's hands trembled as she clutched her clothes tightly.
All eyes were on them!
In this battle, if Guo Yi were not to win, then he would die!
At that moment, he raised the Bone Sword, pure white like jade, high above his head as if he were a Western High Priest praying to the heavens.
