The terrifying blade energy contained within the blade ceaselessly bombarded the phantom figure.
"Aaaaah!" the phantom figure howled skywards as its outer defenses were instantly shattered. The terrifying blade energy blasted into its body, causing excruciating pain that felt as if even its bones could have been broken.
The phantom figure plummeted swiftly towards the ground, its body smashing heavily onto the floor, creating a long trench and sending shards of rock flying.
Ye Ling's body swayed slightly, and he staggered towards the phantom figure. With a stomp on the ground, he shot towards the figure like a cannonball.
In his hand, the Snow Drinking Blade swung wildly, sending forth violent waves of sword energy.
"Die!"
"Whiz, whiz, whiz!"
Countless violent waves of sword energy bombarded the phantom figure's body, sending it flying and causing a succession of blood-spitting sounds as the body crashed to the ground.
