While Lin Yun held onto the Flower Burial Sword, the surrounding scattered snowflakes gathered around him. In the blink of an eye, the snowflakes moved, turning into silver rays, before forming a massive vortex. The vortex looked like a star vortex with sword rays rippling like comets.

Wang Yue destroyed the incoming comets, but he also retreated and soon reached the edge of the stage with half of his body outside the stage.

When Lin Yun held onto the sword, his attack reached its peak, and a crimson sword ray flashed across the silver comets. Not only was the Heavenly Incineration Sword suppressed, but Wang Yue’s attacks were also broken through. He tried his best to dodge, but Lin Yun’s attack still pierced through his left chest with blood splashing around.

Wang Yue Flew back, and the Nether Orchids on the ground also flew off the stage with him.

“It’s the Divine Firefly Sword again!”

“Just how many sword forms of the Divine Firefly Sword does he know?”

“Isn’t this a little too unbelievable?” All the Saint Elders...