In front of him, a thick smell of blood permeated the air and spread to the surroundings, causing the area to be slightly red. Looking at the bright red scene in front of him, Xiao Han was stunned.
He subconsciously lowered his head and looked at the long sword in his hand. Then, he was stunned again.
He saw that in his hand, the ancient sword that was originally plain and unadorned had changed its appearance. The sword's surface began to shine, and the originally rusty appearance had also changed. It looked like it had a sharp aura. It was as if a slumbering god had finally awakened, bringing a majestic and sacred power.
It was rusty and mottled, but at this moment, there was a powerful force that swept forward, sweeping through everything.
"This is..."
Looking at the long sword in his hand, Xiao Han muttered. He did not manage to react in time.
