"I don't believe it would be wise to continue this battle any further, Fellow Daoist Lu Ji. Let's make a retreat," Xue Han said to Lu Ji through voice transmission.2

"My sword has already been drawn several inches out of its scabbard, I can't just sheath it again for no good reason," Lu Ji replied in a cold voice.5

As soon as his voice trailed off, he drew his longsword completely out of its scabbard, sending an enormous streak of white sword qi hurtling directly upward.0

"Impressive!" Daoist Hu Yan chuckled as he swept a hand through the air, and a crimson longsword appeared behind him out of thin air.0

The golden spirit patterns on the sword's blade were glowing radiantly, and there was a massive sword projection that was over 10,000 feet in length around it. Crimson flames were surging out of either side of the sword projection, resembling a pair of giant fiery wings that had spread open in the sky.0

All of a sudden, the air temperature within a radius of hundreds of kilometers elevated sharply, and scorching heat permeated throughout the entire area.0

At the same time, the spirit patterns on the giant black axes wielded by all of the black Dao Warriors...0