The sword’s aura was as black as ink and harbored an endless air of murder and death.
Facing this sword, Lin Feng felt as though he was facing a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.
He looked in the direction the sword aura came from and saw a well-built, middle-aged man wearing heavy armor quietly standing at the very front of the Divine Martial Army battle formation. It was like he was the sharpest point, with the heaviest bloodlust at the tip of the sword, he brimmed with an unrivaled aura of power.
"General Xie?". Lin Feng’s forehead slightly wrinkled. In the blink of an eye, the 24 Heaven Arhat Formation was already laid down. Buddhist light and chanting commenced, with Lin Feng well protected in the middle of the formation.
Without any hesitation, the three fire arhats rose up above him. Acalanātha’s Buddhist body appeared in the boundless sea of fire, releasing a beam of the Acalanātha Inferno that intercepted the pitch-black sword aura in mid path.
