"Sword Array..."
All the guardian spirits were terrified, sneakily glancing upwards—an unforgettable sight was forever etched into their memories.
This was too eerie, the heaven's punishment had changed its form, no longer splitting the sky with solitary bolts of lightning.
When the sea dries to reveal the dragon lair, the flames extinguish to reveal Kūn Líng.
Then, Thunder Sword's Furious Slash, with twigs and leaves thin as coin rims, flowers withered, beasts perished, the world approached its end, an immense destruction was imminent.
The enlarged Mo wasn't as big as Goose Immortal, whose wingspan was a thousand kilometers.
It could only stretch to three hundred meters at most, just enough to stand guard over Ye Hanjun and Absolute String.
But it was cheering, every cell of its body excited.
As the only one on the field burning the netherworld life flame, yet unprotected by immortality, it was the Contracted Spirit Fond Spirit.
