Several months later, the Heaven-Reaching Mist Sea.
"Die!"
Within an island thick with Yin energy, flashes of light flickered, followed by a series of miserable screams.
A fiery red glow illuminated his face as Lin Chang'an's expression turned cold and sharp, fingers still performing the sword formulas.
In front of him, two Sun-piercing Divine Swords swirled, forming a sword shield defense, while on the distant cold black cliff,
A Yin Spirit Beast King, standing two zhang tall, let out a miserable wail, with several long swords piercing its chest.
Three tangible Sun-piercing Divine Swords shimmered with fiery red flames, causing the Tier Three Middle Stage Yin Spirit Beast King to roar in horror.
The remaining six sword auras, though they also pinned the beast against the wall, crackled and fizzed under the backlash of overwhelming Yin energy.
