Wang Zhan and the other person exchanged a glance. Since they were here, they might as well brace themselves; after all, they couldn't continue hesitating now.
The Sword Spirit took the initiative to attack first. In the air, several longswords appeared, swiftly converging and instantly charging toward Song Tianyang.
Song Tianyang, however, revealed a hint of disdain at the corner of his mouth. He slowly raised his right hand, and the Demon-suppressing Stone spun back and forth in his hand. A light screen suddenly formed, blocking those longswords outside of it.
Seeing this scene, Wang Zhan's eyes widened, and his breathing became noticeably more rapid.
Even he hadn't expected that Song Tianyang would be able to unleash the power of the Demon-suppressing Stone to such an extent.
It was truly terrifying.
