At this moment, Ye Chen didn't have a body. In the world of wills, there was no body, while in the real world, he merely stood motionlessly in place, looking at the Iron Sword King's sculpture. Traces of cracks began to appear and expand on the sculpture. They were quite small, but were already indicating its imminent collapse.
Feeling his own will's image forming, Ye Chen's five senses were heightened. He could see things and sense mysteries that he couldn't before. He was quite clear that he was only able to condense his will image because of the pull from Iron Sword King's will. In reality, he was still quite far off.
Trying to counteract Iron Sword King's Destruction Sword Will, Ye Chen's will image gradually turned indistinct, wishing to return back to reality.
Just at this moment, the storage ring on Ye Chen's finger faintly flickered, and the broken Battle King Rapier started uncontrollably vibrating.
"Iron Sword King, it's been a while."
