How could they possibly have any courage left to face their enemy together?
Their eyes held nothing but boundless terror and a single thought—get away from this monster.
A serpentine streak and a pink streak of light fled for their lives in opposite directions.
Li Wen watched coldly.
He didn't give chase. Instead, the hand holding his silver blade slowly rose, leveling it before his chest.
Upon the blade, the lingering, stardust-like sparks of lightning seemed drawn by some force, silently gathering, stretching, and coiling.
A heart-stopping, bone-chilling killing intent began to permeate the air.
Fifth Form—Dark Firmament, Soul Abyss!
Two threads of blade energy, as fine as strands of hair and almost completely transparent, formed from pure Blade Intent and the power of annihilation, flashed through the void and vanished.
