The divine power was vast, giving everyone a suffocating feeling.
A divine artifact, how could mere mortals contend with it?
Now that this divine artifact had unleashed its might, its terrifying aura filled the void, causing many to be unable to withstand the pressure emanated by the divine artifact, forcing them to retreat rapidly.
The Evil Dragon Blade floated above Wang Zhanlong, with the divine artifact above his head. He looked at Lin Feng with indifference and said, "Boy, I wield the divine artifact; what do you have to fight me with? Once the divine artifact emerges, who can compete? Slaying you is no different from slaughtering a dog."
Wielding the divine artifact, Wang Zhanlong was extremely arrogant, and his words were filled with contempt and disdain for Lin Feng.
Lin Feng said calmly, "What divine artifact? It's nothing but a half-finished divine artifact, who are you fooling?"
