Eventually, the Ghostly Spirit Sword was taken out of Nie Ruo’s body. During this process, Nie Ruo had to endure the pain like someone was tearing his intestines. His face was distorted so much that it didn't look like a human face anymore.
Every time he took out the Ghostly Spirit Sword, he had to pay with his blood and flesh. If it weren’t the critical time, Nie Ruo would never use the sword. This divine sword harmed his body brutally.
The Ghostly Spirit Sword flew out while screeching. Thirty-six ghostly spirits with hazy gray wings and tails dragged along the sword. Thirty-six objects tore the sky, thrusting towards the silver city.
The ghostly spirits ceased in the air, releasing their powers altogether. Thirty-six different murderous flows struck on Ghostly Spirit Sword.
The Ghostly Spirit Sword was like a light stabbing directly into the silver city. All barriers, restraints, and formation were pierced.
Puff!
