At that moment, Luo Ji felt something mysterious.
It was as if he had forged a deeper, indescribable connection with this sword.
His body moved of its own accord, while the memories lingering deep within the sword poured endlessly into his mind.
Every slash, every movement, was like an exquisitely precise mathematical formula, analyzing and determining the right response with the coldest, most rational calculations. It was... almost as if another unseen person were controlling his body.
Then he understood.
Luo Ji took a deep breath and simply let go of his control over this body.
Strangely, he didn't collapse. Another force quickly flowed into him and took over his movements.
The force that had taken over for Luo Ji turned its gaze toward Frederick Taylor, drew its right foot half a step back, and stomped down with all its might!
Boom!
A terrifying force surged into the ground, making the already shattered platform groan under the strain.
As the platform, several meters thick, collapsed, his figure shot forward like an arrow loosed from a bow, tearing through the air in an instant.
The Dreadfiends blocking Frederick Taylor's path were torn apart by that brute force. They didn't even have time to scream before the successive waves of air kicked up by Luo Ji's body swept them in and ground them into a cloud of blood mist!
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Frederick Taylor was stunned as dozens of Dreadfiends were obliterated in one go.
Before it could even react, Luo Ji was already dragging the oversized greatsword and bringing it down toward its head in a mighty, mountain-splitting strike!
The terrifying blow reached an astonishing level of power and speed. Even the pressure from the sword's passage through the air made Frederick Taylor, a Mutant, feel death closing in!
It hurriedly manipulated blue