The light-shadow Cultivator thrust its sword, and Fang Hao felt as if his skin were about to be scraped away by that fierce Sword Intent!
This thing was even more terrifying than the iron lumps, ice lumps, and fire lumps from the previous floors combined!
Sword Intent—this thing was intangible, yet it was truly lethal!
"Damn it!" Fang Hao cursed inwardly, instinctively activating Divine Spirit Steps.
He threw his body backward, sliding out while barely grazing the tip of the blade!
The cold sword edge swept past the tip of his nose, and the resulting wind pressure stung his eyes.
Before he could steady himself, the light-shadow Cultivator flicked its wrist.
The sword light, like a viper flicking its tongue, instantly transformed into dozens of sword shadows that were hard to distinguish as real or fake, enveloping all his vital points!
Each sword shadow carried that heart-palpitating Sword Intent!
