The bizarre and mysterious pitch-black vortex put Cheng Junie on high alert!
SSHLA—
With a single slash, he destroyed hundreds of Iron Rakshasas obstructing his path. The Southern Bright Separation Fire swept through, and ashes drifted in the air.
A murderous glint flashed in Cheng Junie's eyes. With one stroke, he aimed to decapitate Daoist Tai Yin!
But just as the cold glint of the blade was about to fall, a large hand suddenly reached out from the vortex.
Its fingers curved like hooks, boldly grabbing the sword's edge.
CRACKLE—
Sparks flew, and the Magic Sword hummed!
His expression changed slightly. Cheng Junie lifted his gaze towards the pitch-black vortex.
He saw a tall, sturdy figure looking down from above, its face obscured by shadows and indistinct.
Yet, a pair of imposing purple pupils in those eyes brimmed with aggression!
A sudden unease rising in his heart, Cheng Junie retracted his sword and retreated rapidly.
