"Once the Mountain Suppressing Sword is unsheathed, no demonic beast can take another step forward?"
Meng Bai stood in front of the remaining ten-foot-wide blood vortex. Lightning flashed and thunder rumbled in the black hole at the center of the vortex. He could vaguely see the scenery of another world inside.
In front of him, the Mountain Suppressing Sword was sheathed and pierced into the ground.
After listening to Xiao Jianghe's story, Meng Bai fell into a long silence.
Zhou Shu had said this sentence to him when he handed him the Mountain Suppressing Sword.
At the time, he was also very touched. He was confident that he wouldn't disgrace the name of the Mountain Suppressing Sword.
But now, he suddenly didn't dare to reach out and pull out the Mountain Suppressing Sword.
At the thought of Zhou Shu driving the million-strong Demon Realm army back to the Demon Realm with a single sword, Meng Bai felt his heart tremble.
