Sword Falls

At this moment, in reality, Lin Chen raised the sword in his hand once more.

Even while splitting his mind in two, even while battling a peak Demon Venerable in his mental world who had been reduced in dimension by the Energy Level Deep Sea, Lin Chen was still confident he could cut these people down beneath his sword.

This was... his confidence!

In an instant, killing intent filled the space between heaven and earth. A bone-chilling cold shrouded the region, as though countless invisible swords were prowling through the air, slicing across skin and sending chills through every limb.

At this moment, Lin Chen raised his sword and slashed downward.

There was no flashy Sword Dao intent, nor any profound and mystical sword technique that followed nature. There was only... a streak of sword light that enveloped everyone on the field!

Yet the moment any spell, formation, curse, cultivation art, or demonic technique came into contact with that sword light, it silently dissipated without the slightest power to resist, vanishing into ash and smoke!

"No!"

The White Bone Human Demon let out a roar, devouring all the surrounding bones. Its arms swiftly regrew, then became covered in a thick layer of white bone armor as it tried to block the sword light.

But the White Bone Human Demon, hundreds of zhang tall and seemingly radiating monstrous might, silently turned to dust beneath that weightless sword light.

Sharp claws, bone armor, body... until even that face filled with despair was swallowed by the sword light!

The demonic son of the Yuan Chen White Bone Dao, whose fearsome reputation was enough to make countless cultivators flee at the mere mention of his name in any region, died silently beneath that unremarkable sword light!

The remaining Human Skin Demon Master frantically retreated,