In the face of a hundred swords launching simultaneously, the sword light connecting, and a murderous aura swallowing the heavens and devouring the earth, Lin Fei stood holding the ruler, his face still calm and serene.
A breeze-like current appeared around him, along with wisps of pale golden light spreading out, giving off an aura of fearlessness against the winds and clouds of the heavens and earth.
As he infused the power of the War Soul into the Profound Iron Demon Suppression Ruler, immediately the air underwent a strong tremor, a surge of battle energy erupting as if trying to break through Yunxiao.
Lin Fei's brow furrowed, a glint flashing in his eyes, and then his palm opened. The Profound Iron Demon Suppression Ruler, manipulated by pale golden energy and the power of the War Soul, floated away from Lin Fei's hand.
With a wave of his palm, Lin Fei shouted fiercely, "Attack!"
