"Over a hundred years of accumulation, it should be enough..."
Lin Yun looked up, gazed at the sky of the fortieth layer of the heavens, and spoke softly.
"Buzz!"
While speaking, a blood-colored longsword suddenly appeared in Lin Yun's lowered right palm, its crimson blade pointing diagonally downward, quivering incessantly, with the tip constantly swallowing and emitting blood-colored light. The entire sword radiated a terrifying aura of slaughter; even the surrounding space seemed to warp slightly, indicating the sword's immense power.
This blood-colored longsword was the Blood Prison Sword.
"Sizzle!"
After the Blood Prison Sword appeared, Lin Yun didn't hesitate. The next moment, he stepped lightly on the ground, and his figure shot up into the sky. In an instant, he soared to a great height. At that moment, he swung the Blood Prison Sword in his hand fiercely toward the space in front of him.
"Boom!"
