And at this moment, high above in the sky.
Qin Zheng, with the Nine Heavens Sun Blade in hand, slashed out trails of blade light wrapped in blazing flames in all directions, annihilating the demon race that surged like tides.
The three hundred and sixty-five Geng Jin Small Swords were like streaks of flowing light, constantly weaving through the Nine Yang Immortal Sect, reaping the lives of the demon race one by one.
For the demon race, this was a massacre, a catastrophe.
For Qin Zheng, this was an enormous opportunity!
The vast number of demon race he slew, the merit he could collect was probably incalculable!
After this battle, he wouldn't have to worry about merit for a short while!
Such a thought surfaced in Qin Zheng's mind.
At the same time, a thread of his thoughts uncontrollably revisited the scenes he had just experienced.
The battle against his opponent was not as straightforward as with others, where direct action would determine superiority and victory.
