Outside the ruined city in the Demon Abyss, Li Jie watched as the Abyssal Demon Sword disappeared into the distance. Faint traces of bitterness tugged the corners of his lips downward.0

Lowering his head to look at the sword scabbard he had meticulously crafted for Pang Jian, his frown only deepened.0

The twelve arrays he had inscribed onto the sword scabbard were meant to suppress the demonic soul within the sword, severing its connection to the outside world and preventing it from drawing strength from the darkness within human hearts.0

However, gazing at the Abyssal Demon Sword in the distance, Li Jie became bitterly aware that the arrays he had painstakingly inscribed were likely incapable of restraining it.0

The sword scabbard...0