At this moment, the black-robed Daoist's ten fingers radiated an increasingly fierce sword energy, accompanied by the sound of breaking the sky.
At the same time, sharp shrieks were let out from his mouth. The vibrations started a dust storm, shattering the rocks on the ground.
The sound was as sharp as the sword, piercing the sky. One after another, the beast spirits could not withstand the immense pressure from the outside world, bursting like balloons.
As his clothes fluttered, a tiny sword light rose from the center of his palm, its brightness slowly increasing, becoming blinding to the eye.
This ten-yard long sword light, shining like the sun, pierced through the sky and the earth. When this sword was swung, the beast spirits, like aged snow, came into contact with blazing fire, immediately splitting apart without any strength left to resist.
With just one sword, at the very least hundreds of beast spirits were annihilated.
