"Seeking death!"
Ye Qingchen raised his fingers as though they were a sword, slashing across like lightning in the sky.
A bright white light suddenly flashed by.
In an instant.
Dozens of shadow dragons shuddered, collapsing collectively to the ground.
"Boom!"
But at this moment.
The surrounding black mist surged suddenly as if boiling, and from the depths of the mist came roars even denser than before!
"How can there be so many demonic beasts?" Steward Zhao's face changed drastically.
"Stay close to me!"
Ye Qingchen's eyes swept around, the brilliance in his eyes exploded as he shouted lightly:
"Open!"
Shiiing!
Sword Qi roared.
A beam of sword light slashed out, like a bolt of lightning, shooting straight into the black mist. In an instant, the black mist in front was split in two, like a tide it was divided into halves.
A shadow dragon that couldn't avoid was directly split into two by this sword strike, black blood spattering in mid-air, producing a sizzling sound.
