His right hand tightly grasped the Celestial Frost Blade, the gleaming chill on its blade akin to cold stars flickering in the night sky, like a venomous snake ready to strike, growling softly, impatiently yearning to drink the blood of its enemies, recounting its countless bloody past killings.
His left hand raised slightly, with the aura of the Divine Dragon Claw Divine Technique flickering in and out of sight, the azure True Qi slithered like a Spiritual Snake at his fingertips, exuding an aura of mystery and danger, ready to devour at any moment.
As Shi Feiyang continued to slay the enemies, the swordsmen around him who initially attacked like a raging tide were now gradually gripped by fear. In their eyes, no longer was there a fervent greed and murderous intent, replaced instead by fear and hesitation. The previously tidy attack formations began to waver, their steps slowed and panicked, their weapons trembling unconsciously.
