Looking at the Thunderclap Sword hovering above his head, Su Fan painfully tugged out a faint smile on his face, which was caked with blood and dust.
"Not bad. Your old man didn't dote on you for nothing..."
His voice was hoarse as sandpaper scraping against wood, every word carrying exhaustion he could hardly conceal.
On this battlefield where life and death hung by a thread, the Thunderclap Sword's companionship and its display of spirituality at this moment undoubtedly gave him immense comfort.
The Thunderclap Sword seemed to understand Su Fan's praise. Its blade trembled violently, releasing a series of clear, ringing hums.
Those hums sounded completely out of place on this battlefield filled with bloodshed and slaughter. They even carried a hint of cheerfulness, as though responding to Su Fan's long-standing companionship and trust.
Looking at the Thunderclap Sword's heartless yet smugly showy appearance, warmth welled up in Su Fan's heart.
In this cold and brutal battle, this sword was like his most loyal companion. Even when his Spiritual Sense was nearly exhausted and he could no longer control it, it could still fight bravely and slay enemies for him.
"Go. You must guard the teleportation hall and not let a single Demonic Beast come through..."
Hearing Su Fan's words, the Thunderclap Sword trembled a few more times before transforming into a dazzling bolt of lightning and tracing a beautiful arc through the air.
Then, carrying an unstoppable momentum, it abruptly sped away.
Watching the Thunderclap Sword leave cheerfully, Su Fan sighed softly, his eyes filled with worry.
With its immature intelligence, it had no idea how perilous the situation was. It was still as lively and carefree as a child, completely unaware that a catastrophe capable of toppling the heavens was closing in step by step.
The Demonic