The ground was still buzzing, and the lingering sword Qi was still harvesting the evil Yin Qi in the air. It was so powerful that the remaining tentacles had no choice but to retreat.
Under the intertwining spiritual power, the powerful sword Qi swept away the haze above everyone's head, revealing the bright night sky above.
It was a rare night with bright stars and good weather.
The faint radiance of the moon and stars shone down, injecting a faint light into the originally dark space.
The blood in Xiang Four's body was still flowing rapidly, and the scene of the sword formation breaking through the enemy's defenses was still fresh in his soul.
"He's too strong!"
She moved her lips and kept the words in her mouth, but no sound came out.
The power of this sword had left an indelible mark in Xiang Four's heart. It was even stronger than when he had killed fan Wu.
