Just as Han Li felt a chill in his heart, the Demon Ape let out a low roar, opened its mouth, and sprayed a black-red spiritual aura, covering the huge purple draconic sword in front of it.
Instantly, the sword released a brilliant purple light, and the unknown spiritual object within it expanded, suddenly emerging from the surface of the sword, its head shaking and tail swinging, looking unusually ferocious.
The gigantic sword spun rapidly and suddenly stood upright, the blade aimed at Han Li's direction, slashing downward.
A ten-odd-zhang burst of purple sword light surged forth silently, slowly slicing toward the azure screen of light.
The sword light, which should have shot forth in a flash, moved with an unusual weight, slowing down by several times as it flew.
Upon seeing this, Han Li's face changed dramatically as his four golden arms simultaneously formed incantations and wielded the sword array.
