Hearing Wang Yufan's words, the Sword Spirit also fell silent for a moment, but that did not affect her decision to save someone.
The Sword Spirit said nothing; her spirit body slowly disappeared from the Feng Ling Sword.
Wanru, who was currently carving the summoning pattern, was still using her last bit of strength to summon. If she didn't succeed, her cultivation would very likely be destroyed by this Drought Demon.
As she pondered, a white light slowly appeared within the pattern, gradually crossing the spatial barrier to arrive.
"It's out! I didn't expect Wanru to actually summon the Sword Spirit," said the old woman surnamed Li from the Ice Moon Sect.
