The guardian of the Demonic Cult couldn't help but be taken aback, feeling an unprecedented danger. Even at the Deity Transformation Realm, he felt a chill in his heart.
He moved his fingers and his gloomy magic power instantly condensed into a black dragon, slashing towards the one-armed elder.
The one-armed elder's eyes were steadfast, the sword light like electricity, he just waved his sword lightly.
In that instant, the air seemed to stop, and the entire valley fell into silence.
Then, a harsh ripping sound rang out as two forces violently collided.
The one-armed elder's figure burst out with astonishing speed, weaving through the sword light, his sword intent shadowing his unpredictable movements.
An absolute suppression stemming from the realm of swordsmanship forced the guardian of the Demonic Cult to keep his eyes shut.
