“Fleeting Cloud 13 Swords—Myriad Sword Condensation!” As Lin Yun’s sword aura climbed to the peak, he raised the Lightning Shadow Sword with both hands and swung it down on Qin Cang.

As a terrifying aura spread out, the sky collapsed, and the earth caved in. Even the sun and moon had lost their luster when compared to his sword. At the same time, an azure sword of a few hundred feet appeared behind Lin Yun as he summoned the true holy spirit of the Fleeting Cloud 13 Swords.

At the same time, limitless power began to pour into the holy spirit, allowing Lin Yun to shine brightly with sword rays. As Lin Yun’s hair began to flutter violently in the wind, the pair of Golden Crow Wings behind him shone brightly like a bright sun. At this moment, he looked like a sun deity, and the Lightning Shadow Sword’s radiance looked like a blazing mountain.

When his sword swung down, the heaven and earth began to tremble, causing the entire Profound Wither Island to tremble. The Profound Wither Island’s restriction was already on the verge of disappearing. In addition to the massive impact from the Seven Treasured Glaze Tile Pagoda, cracks began to spread across the ground.

So the Profound Wither Island that was already on the verge of collapsing began to shake even more, like a wobbling old man.

“Golden Dragon Skypatching Art!” Sensing the incoming danger, Qin Cang didn’t...