Chen Hong flew at top speed through the sky for more than two hours—a straight-line distance of four or five hundred li—and when he reached Chen Lin Village, everything before his eyes made it impossible for him to stay calm.
Firelight was everywhere in the village. The scattered sounds of battle, the sight of water flooding the village, the flashing sword light, and the towering sword peak all ignited the rage in his heart in an instant.
Seeing that over ten thousand Wolf Bandits were still fleeing on this side, he shot out like a meteor streaking across the night sky, flying straight toward the front of the escaping Wolf Bandit ranks.
"Old bug, I'll go ahead and cut them off." Chen Hong skimmed over Chen Cong's head, leaving behind a Sound Transmission.
Chen Hong stood in midair, cold light blazing from his eyes. Behind him, the bright moon hung like a silver disc, clear and luminous, scattering its pale radiance over the land until it shone cold and bright as ice and snow.
On that vast road, his figure was like a lone island standing amid wind and rain, resolute and unyielding.
As his voice fell, the surrounding air suddenly grew heavy, and every aura converged around him.
"Ninth Soul Skill—Ten Thousand Swords Return to Origin, Deep Sea Vortex!"
With Chen Hong's explosive shout, a gale suddenly rose behind him, and countless Sword Shadows began spinning rapidly around his body.
The densely packed Sword Shadows were so numerous that they formed invisible vortices, colliding and surging against one another in a scene so shocking it defied description.
Chen Hong leaped up, rising above wind and cloud, and the Sword Shadows behind him rose with him, like streaks of light and lightning tearing through the dark night sky.
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