Han Zhan climbed up from the ground, his face slightly somber.
He slowly drew the Xuanyuan Sword from behind him.
Though Gongyang Jin's transformed Xuanyuan Sword couldn't unleash its full power, as an Ancient Divine Soldier, even its normal attacks held impressive power.
The Xuanyuan Sword is a Demon-slaying Sword, and the things around him now, neither human nor ghost, emanating black aura, were no different from living corpses.
Using the Xuanyuan Sword against them was more than appropriate.
"Round Two, continue."
Han Zhan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, raised the sword, and fought again!
On the high tower.
Xia Youwei and Li Lingzhen were still climbing to the top.
The higher they went, the stronger the cold wind in the silent night, scraping against the old rusty steps, making a teeth-gritting creaking sound.
Looking down, the ground was no longer visible, vast and empty; in the pitch-black night, it felt as though they were treading on thin air.
