"Six thousand years of power!"
Wei Fan glanced at the panel, feeling a wave of exhaustion wash over him.
Although he only struck twice, both slashes erupted with sword momentum.
This is the ultimate power that a Celestial Martial Artist can wield, and for someone like him at the Celestial Human Second Layer to exert it, his heart spirit was somewhat overloaded.
Zhang Xianlong's expression was complex: "Remember to erase all traces of your energy, don't let the Demon Fiends collect it."
The Young Master Bai Xiang was unexpectedly taken down like that, his skull completely split open.
Wei Fan erased his energy traces, dismantling two enormous ivory tusks over three meters long from the Young Master Bai Xiang, each weighing several thousand pounds, feeling more practical in hand than the previous rhino horn.
Unable to store them in his waist token, he had to carry one in each hand.
