Feiyun remained silent while assuming a passive state, not daring to face that blade. Its sharpness was comparable to the weapon essence.

‘If only I have the weapon essence right now…’ He thought.

Feng Mo climbed out of the debris, brimming with evil affinity. Black blood streamed from his heart as more evil runes manifested on his skin.

He glared at Feiyun’s heart, thinking that it was a great source of energy. His cultivation would increase by a long shot.

“Who?!” He suddenly felt an aura coming from the forest nearby. He turned and saw a man in white armor walking out of the mist with gales surrounding him. The guy had a sad expression and sharp brows. His long hair fluttered in the wind.

“You!” Feng Mo’s black eyes became serious. More malefic force...