The form they faced was already difficult to contend with.
If another sword appeared, wouldn’t that be adding wings to a tiger?
Xie Lian sensed that something was amiss and shouted from above, “Everyone, be careful!”
The ghosts below were in the midst of fervently hunting the corpse-eating rats.
Upon hearing his shout, they looked up and exclaimed, “What a big elder brother… ah, I mean, Xie Daozhang!”
“The City Lord up there seems to be having quite the fun!”
Xie Lian replied, “No, we’re not playing…” Before he could finish speaking, a blazing sword, filled with overwhelming murderous intent, slashed downwards.
He barely dodged it with a swift movement, feeling a chill in his heart from the sword's energy and the heat wave that followed.
The massive stone statue was already barely holding its ground, and now it looked utterly powerless to counterattack!
In this critical moment, he couldn't help but think of calling upon a few martial gods to help transform into swords.
However, Quan Yizhen was currently drifting in the Black Water alongside the shattered remains of the bone dragon for healing.