Xuan Mo saw that Lone Swordsman had not lost his will to fight despite taking such a heavy blow. He secretly thought that this opponent had some backbone after all, but that would not make him hold back. His figure paused briefly in midair before his Demonic Wings spread once more. Vast demonic energy poured into the demonic sword in his hand like surging waves of ink. The sword rang with crackling sounds, seemingly showing signs of another transformation under the nourishment of that mighty demonic power. Its originally dull blade now glimmered with a dark blue light, like a giant beast lurking in the deep sea of night opening its eyes, radiating a cold and dangerous aura.
Lone Swordsman wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and drew a deep breath. He held the broken Black Dragon Sword horizontally before him and closed his eyes to focus. Moments later, the aura around him suddenly changed. The black sword qi that had originally surrounded him slowly transformed into wisps of white, threadlike energy. Though fine and delicate, these strands were extraordinarily resilient. They intertwined and wove together, forming a protective curtain of light beside him in the blink of an eye, resembling a silkworm cocoon. Runes flickered and flowed across the curtain, exuding an ancient, mysterious air that faintly resonated with the source aura of the Chaos Space.
"Hmph, still trying to put up a last-ditch struggle?" Xuan Mo snorted coldly. Pointing his demonic sword into the distance, he fired a black demonic flame as thick as a barrel from its tip. Wherever the flame passed, the Chaos Space seemed to be corroded by strong acid, hissing as it swept straight toward Lone Swordsman. Lone Swordsman's eyes flew open, brilliant light bursting from them. He swung the Black