"My sword is still not strong enough..."
Amidst the surging Black Wind from all directions, Jiang Ding whispered.
Though the Spatial Bone-Eroding Black Wind's power was strange and contained some kind of extremely penetrating alien spatial force, it still couldn't match the Sword Intent of Destruction; under a single strike, ninety-nine percent was obliterated, nearly extinct.
However, the body being too fragile, the remaining one percent was barely bearable, creating a weakness.
"Die!"
"Die for me!"
The Divine Crow Immortal's previously hidden concerns about the Hei Clan's future destiny and worries for his own life now exploded out in full. Maintaining his sanity, he crazily vented his emotions, brutally saying, "You lowly loose cultivator, having some luck on the Sword Dao, think you can challenge the naturally born immortal species of the Northern Plains!"
"All of the Northern Plains belong to the ancestral bloodline."
