Lu Feng's pitch-black eyes were eerie and chilling. Seeing the Nether Phoenix Dark Sparrow closing in, he sprang up and blasted a palm at it.
Still dazed, the Nether Phoenix Dark Sparrow was struck by the Palm Strength, its massive body sent flying several yards away.
Yet the pain brought by the palm strike restored a trace of clarity to it. It erupted once more, beating its wings and flinging out countless streams of Nether Fire like sharp swords, shooting straight at Lu Feng.
Watching the Nether Fire fill the sky, Lu Feng felt as though countless enemies were closing in. Seeing the scattered Heavenly Swords around him, the essence of the Void Origin Divine Art instinctively flashed through his mind.
As he charged forward, he casually seized a heavy, broad black longsword and rushed toward the volleys of Nether Fire feather-arrows.
Weaving left and right, with a figure more nimble and elusive than before, he evaded every strand of Nether Fire and drove straight toward the Nether Phoenix Dark Sparrow.
But now, their positions had reversed.
Having dived down, the Nether Phoenix Dark Sparrow was now close to the ground.
Yet at the instant Lu Feng neared it, he suddenly shot up from the ground, catching it off guard as he arrived above the Nether Phoenix Dark Sparrow.
At the moment it briefly hung suspended in midair, the other eight Heavenly Swords scattered around were drawn up by his aura. Every sword brimmed with a terrifying yet restrained sword intent.
Though they were tangible swords, from afar, they looked like streams of Sword Light condensed by Lu Feng.
More precisely, they were sword intent!
Dragon's Cry Thirteen Swords!
At last, it had reappeared in this world.
The "thirteen" it referred to was a nominal number, not thirteen streams of