And that purple brick kept on being refined, until it finally condensed into a tiny purple sword.
The little sword was only half a foot long, extremely petite, but the power contained within it—let alone the Evil Ghost Slave, even that Golden Body Slave was deeply afraid of it.
"Junior brother, throw the mask."
The Golden Body Slave roared again.
"If I throw it now, I'm afraid it's already too late."
Zhou Xuan's right hand formed a sword pointing gesture, and he pointed toward the Evil Ghost Slave's direction. The tiny purple sword kept soaring up, pierced through the King of Reincarnation, pierced through the Wheel of Hell, and shot straight toward the Evil Ghost Slave.
Seeing this, the Golden Body Slave hurriedly condensed his golden body and appeared in front of that little sword, pressing his palms together to clamp the blade between them.
"Great Vajra Divine Power."
Yun Ziliang shouted from not far away,
