With incantations whispered from his lips, Li Xuanfeng held his three-foot long sword high in the air, but never really let it fall.
Zi Feng and Deng Chong exchanged puzzled glances.
In this group, Li Xuanfeng was the strongest. With him, they were much safer traversing the chaotic gray mist.
Otherwise, feeling utterly powerless against the chaotic giant snake, they might have already fled, slick as a greased weasel, rather than bothering to persuade Li Xuanfeng to leave with them.
At this moment, Li Xuanfeng was silently suffering.
After all, his incantations during the sword preparation did not actually enhance its power but were purely an act to appear impressive.
Unfortunately, he had somewhat overestimated himself in this situation.
Having been swept away by the chaotic giant snake's tail, now looking like a bloody figure, his injuries were quite severe.
With his greatly diminished strength, he didn't have enough power left to strike with his strongest sword technique.
