The company flew nearly one hundred miles further into the tunnel. Then, Wu Qi suddenly caught a glimpse of a broken pale-purple colored flying sword, which measured nine-inches in length. It laid quietly on the ground, and was frozen under a layer of ice. Although this little flying sword had already broken into a couple of fragments, each of them was still exuding immortal energies. Every now and then, tiny bits of cold breeze would burst out from it.
Wu Qi even had a feeling that this flying sword was actually breathing by itself. It was absorbing the surrounding cold element energies, using them to slowly heal its damage. If it were given with enough time, it could even borrow the vast energies in the atmosphere to completely heal itself, forging back its broken body.
