"You... also want the immortal treasure in my hands?"
Encased in a shroud of black, with only a pair of eyes and a cascade of hair exposed, the black-clad woman eyed Wyatt Barnes warily, asking coldly.
"Hmm?"
Seeing the black-clad woman deflect his question with unrelated topics, the already anxious Wyatt, eager to find someone from the Holy Domain Plane, became impatient and exclaimed, "If I wanted the immortal treasure in your hands, would I have waited until now?"
Almost as soon as Wyatt's words fell, a vast surge of energy emanated from him, like a blaze roaring to life, emitting an intimidating aura.
Simultaneously, sword lights swiftly coalesced around him, spinning continuously.
The sword lights, initially few in number, gradually increased significantly...
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
...
A piercing sword cry arose as thousands of sword lights rapidly evolved around Wyatt Barnes, all converging in the void above him, combining in a mysterious manner.
