The Demon Blade Muramasa in my hand fell once more, unleashing a terrifyingly violent force.
At that moment, I had unleashed the true power of the Demon Blade Muramasa.
The slash tore through several kilometers of terrifying sword energy. When the sword energy descended, the light exploded, and all the fierce spirits nearby were swallowed up.
I took a step back and surveyed my surroundings, finally letting out a reluctant sigh of relief.
Although there were many fierce spirits around us, they had not managed to break through the talismans I had arranged.
Huodou opened his enormous mouth, and a surging pillar of flame swept across the area. In an instant, the surrounding fierce spirits were reduced to charcoal.
Ye Xingchen cried out, "I can't believe you're actually this powerful."
"Of course." Huodou opened his enormous mouth, and flames continued to pour out. The vast fire spread across several hundred meters, and all the approaching dead spirits died amid anguished wails.
I relaxed for the moment, sat down briefly, and then threw myself back into the battle.
A cold edge tore through the air. In the blink of an eye, a terrifying slash spread in every direction.
Everything was annihilated within the blade's radiance. There were old people and children, all with pale faces and icy gazes. Everywhere I looked, there was nothing but terror.
A trace of helplessness surfaced in my eyes, but I brought the blade down without hesitation.
The Demon Blade Muramasa left a purple arc in the air, instantly cutting an old man's body in half at the waist. Yet even its remaining body could still move.
Meanwhile, people resembling spiders crawled across the ceiling. Every so often, they leaped down and knocked people to the ground.
"Save me!"
"Ah, how pitiful."
"How could this happen?"