"Well done, Autumn Beam."
In that jet black world, Wang Lu’s voice coldly echoed.
The next moment, the whole dark world shattered like a broken glass.
However, although the debris completely disintegrated, the free-roaming black fire solidified, and countless of fragments were bonded together like paste, seemingly unable to be extinguished. The primordial spirit of Sword Demon suddenly swelled up millions of times until it blotted out the sky and occupied the entire world.
Although it was just only restored, the Mahayana Stage primordial spirit still possessed inconceivable magical ability. The world that was nearly crushed into countless of pieces, in just a short moment, was instantly solidified by him.
However, in this dark world, there was a part where he inexorably could not stop from getting away—the surviving light source in the center of this world, the core of Wang Lu’s Jade Mansion.
