"Go!"
A silvery-white streak of light flashed and disappeared, and a large tree not far from the cave entrance shook for a moment before it thunderously fell.
Chen Li hastened to it.
The cut on the tree was as smooth as a mirror, as if it had been sliced by a laser.
This silver sword-shaped magic artifact, though it had been heavily knocked away by him before, Chen Li found it undamaged.
In fact, when a magic artifact was activated, it often connected to the user's spirit. The reason Qiao Guanyuan seemed clumsy in commanding it was simply because the artifact, having been struck a heavy blow, impacted his spirit as well, leading to a temporary loss of control.
The hovering sword-shaped magic artifact, under Chen Li's direction, flew rapidly through the air, zigzagging back and forth.
Sometime later, Chen Li's brow furrowed slightly.
