The black blade light Feng Qi swung carried no sharpness. It was more like a heavy mountain.
The black light soared into the sky and struck the suspended energy structure directly.
Like an egg smashed hard against a wall, the condensed black light exploded and scattered.
But the energy structure was also affected. It began to shake violently as its stable internal energy structure twisted and changed.
The energy structure began collapsing at a visible rate. As it crumbled, the objects stored within fell in great numbers.
That included the altar and the little girl upon it.
When the energy structure completely collapsed, the energy conduits connected to it snapped back in all directions like taut ropes suddenly breaking.
Driven by inertia, Feng Qi slid more than twenty meters forward before steadying himself.
When he looked up, he saw three ghostly figures floating in the air.
Their gazes met, and a savage smile appeared on Feng Qi's face.
Before they could make the first move, he twisted his body and suddenly slashed toward the sky.
The slash was like a flood dragon leaping from the sea to seize its prey. The sonic boom was its roar as black blade light shot skyward, transforming into a horizontally spreading crescent arc.
The three ghostly figures remained in their triangular formation, their palms touching. They seemed unable to break that state for the moment and could only watch as the black blade light closed in.
Boom!
The three figures exploded at once, becoming blue droplets that drifted down like rain.
The entire sequence flowed smoothly. After finishing, Feng Qi remained in his slashing stance, panting heavily.
There was no questioning the Demon Blade's power.
Its only flaw was that it was too heavy. Swinging it with all his strength had nearly thrown out