Within the barrier.
Chen Liu looked at the vast army before him.
Li Xuanxiao sat upon a throne made of withered bones, his eyes narrowing slightly.
This was far more difficult to deal with than he had imagined.
Chen Liu met them with a sword strike, while the army of countless wronged souls could only wear down his Sword Qi bit by bit.
At that moment, Li Xuanxiao could not help thinking of the flying sword his senior brother had left him.
If his senior brother's flying sword were here, why would things have come to this?
Yet sighing was one thing; Li Xuanxiao's hands did not pause.
As the first batch of wronged souls gradually scattered beneath the ravages of Sword Qi,
black mist swiftly gathered into clusters of vicious-looking wronged souls. They bared their fangs and claws, letting out piercing, miserable howls.
Like a pack of starving wolves, they lunged at Chen Liu again without regard for anything else.
Faced with the endless stream of wronged souls, Chen Liu's expression did not change.
His Sword Qi fell like a violent storm, cleaving savagely through those wronged souls, tearing and crushing them one by one.
However, there were simply too many wronged souls.
Like surging tides, wave after wave came crashing in without end.
Although Chen Liu's Sword Qi was tremendously powerful, it was difficult for him to wipe out all the wronged souls in a short time.
On the other side, a trace of savage delight appeared on Li Xuanxiao's face, as though he was full of confidence in this battle of attrition.
Chen Liu and Li Xuanxiao remained locked in stalemate, one side battering the other with an endless tide of wronged souls.
The other side continuously wore down the wronged souls with razor-sharp Sword Qi.
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