The black iron sword looks hastily crafted, seeming ordinary at a first glance, resembling those cheap blade blanks sold by any roadside blacksmith for a dozen silver pieces.
However, Jin Tong and He Yuluo didn't think so. The sword sheath was a magical artifact, drawing in Demonic Intention like a long whale sucking in water. The iron sword inside it must be exceptional.
Following Jin Tong's message, He Yuluo raised the token again.
The black tide surged even more violently. Under the Demon Illusion's skyward roar, Demonic Intention transformed into ghostly shadows eclipsing the sky, with a thousand-foot-long demonic claw pressing down.
As the palm landed on the mountains, the demonic aura scattered rampantly.
Next moment, black swirls whirled, effortlessly consuming all the endless Demonic Intention.
