After briefly testing a few moves, Lin Yuan realized that these Hetero Tiger Ghosts, which he once considered a lethal threat, were not as fragile as three-year-old children, but each one undoubtedly had fatal flaws.
It even seemed as if he could erase them with a casual strike.
He didn't delay any longer, with a clang of a sharp sound.
The Kanglong Sword was already unsheathed.
But the Kanglong Sword now was vastly different from before.
As the blade blossomed, a torrent of frenzied and violent energy swept through like a flood, engulfing all four ghosts in an instant.
The violent energy was originally shapeless and invisible, but when it became too concentrated, it appeared like a sandstorm, trapping the ghosts once they fell into it, making it difficult for them to escape.
The blade flashed with silver light, and Lin Yuan's figure flickered along with it.
With a light slicing sound.
