Compared with the chaos in the temple and the anxiety of Ji Mingfeng and the others, Fang Mo was living in absolute comfort in the Yin Ruins.
There was no need to go to much trouble to find exotic beasts here. They were everywhere, some even in herds, so he was improving at an astonishing pace. He felt that it wouldn't be long before his Primordial True Liquid finished condensing.
He fought and cultivated every day, and all aspects of his martial arts improved rapidly.
Squeak! Squeak! Squeak!
Giant birds filled the sky, wheeling and letting out piercing shrieks. From time to time, they dove toward the figure moving through the air.
"Wind Fiend Returns to the Void!"
A booming shout shook heaven and earth. Blades of light shot in every direction, and the land for a hundred li around seemed to become a sea of blades. Every living thing was shredded by the blade light, disintegrating into scattered energy.
Even the void collapsed beneath the blades, as if it too had been torn to pieces.
At last, the blade light faded. The ground was covered in the scars of its cuts; every mountain peak within a hundred li had been leveled, and Primordial Spirit Fragments lay scattered everywhere.
Fang Mo held his blade as the Blood Dragon Blade trembled, as if it could barely withstand such formidable power.
In his mind, the Bronze Mirror rang out. Golden Light flooded the space, releasing countless rays of divine radiance.
Massive golden characters appeared on the Bronze Mirror.
[Wind Fiend Blade Art: Grade: Spirit Control Grade, Perfection (123/100000)]
A vast amount of information about the Wind Fiend Blade Art surged into his mind, blending seamlessly with his Blade Skill. His understanding of the Wind Fiend Blade soon deepened considerably, and