The Sword Spirit's face was extremely unpleasant, and it kept calling Wang Zhan's name.
But now, Wang Zhan was completely in a Spirit Void state, as if he couldn't hear their words at all.
"What should we do?"
The Fire Qilin was also anxiously distressed.
And the Sword Spirit said nothing more, just quietly watched Wang Zhan standing before him, while considering a strategy.
Meanwhile.
Wang Zhan had entered a state of Spirit Void, and in front of him was a purple phantom, which could only be the demon god.
But this wasn't the Ten Thousand Demon Cave, nor the Ten Thousand Demon City, but a strange place.
Looking around, it was all darkness, utterly unable to see even an inch ahead.
Wang Zhan could only see the demon god standing before him.
Wang Zhan lifted his hand, but the Absolute Heaven's Sword did not appear, nor did he feel any energy fluctuations.
"What is going on?"
Wang Zhan spoke coldly all of a sudden, and a sense of foreboding arose in his heart.
