Unlike the Dust in the forest, Wang Xi felt very embarrassed. His face was covered with dust and blood. His soul weapon was injured, and things did not go as Wang Xi had hoped.
Lin Chen looked at the Ghost Sound Sword, lying motionless on the ground. At this moment, the Ghost Sound Sword was not as sharp as before. It was extremely domineering, but its light was dim, and its breath was weak.
When Wang has everything he needs, he must treat his minions to death.
Lin Chen practiced martial arts, engraving seals with both hands. His breath rolled like huge waves. It was domineering, ancient, primitive, and vast.
When the light rune seal encountered the Ghost Sound Sword, the Ghost Sound Sword was as fragile as paper. The elves screamed loudly, stopping the clouds. The blade of the Ghost Sound Sword was shattered into pieces.
