"Hmph, you still have some skill!" The middle-aged man snorted coldly, a grim expression appearing on his face.
He raised the longsword high and chanted a spiritual technique.
In an instant, dark clouds gathered in the sky like spirit demons, rolling in with lightning and thunder, as if a spiritual tribulation was descending.
Massive spiritual power giant swords slowly descended from the dark clouds, each one containing a world-destroying strength, as if capable of cleaving the earth in two.
Xu Wendong gazed at the giant swords falling from the sky, a trace of excitement flashing in his eyes.
He took a deep breath, his muscles tensing, the dormant spirit beasts within him completely awakened in this moment.
His hands quickly formed hand seals, which shimmered with mysterious light, and then a massive golden array slowly appeared in front of him.
Within the array, runes flickered, exuding a mysterious and ancient aura.
