"Get up!"

With a little force in both hands, Ye Du holds the black god sword in his hand, centering on him, and within miles of a square circle, the terrible destructive breath rages and opens, as if to destroy the heaven and the earth, and grind the space into pieces.

Leaf dust took a step forward, and the body rose to the sky, turning into a black streamer. It was so deep and amazing.

"The soul-destroying sword annihilates the soul with the soul-transforming sword."

In Ye Dun's mind, a phrase emerged. His deep eyes could no longer accommodate other things. There was only one sword, the soul-destroying sword.

Closed...