On the way, Su Yu kept recalling the great battle with the mutated Tiger Demon.
During that battle, Su Yu used the ultimate several times in a row, and he had some enlightenment in his heart.
On the way, he hurried while quietly comprehending.
Occasionally, he would stop and fuse the Enlightenment in his heart into the sword form.
One month later, in the ancient forest that was extremely close to the silver continent.
Su Yu held the sword with both hands. His expression was solemn, and his aura was completely restrained.
At first glance, he looked like a mortal holding a long sword.
However, in an instant, his aura changed abruptly and became unusually sharp. Traces of sword qi drilled out of his pores.
It was as if he was the sword, and the sword was him.
“Sinkhole one sword!”Su Yu swept his sword horizontally.
