Boom!!!
Sword Stream Storm!
Lin An held his dual swords, maintaining his forward-slashing stance. Accompanied by a massive burst of psionic energy, an endless torrent of red-black sword streams surged madly through the underground fissure in an instant.
Like a deadly wind sweeping away everything in its path, it rolled across ten thousand meters!
The sword streams formed one after another into roaring blood-red dragons, shrieking as they shot forward!
With a cold gaze, Lin An stared fixedly at the corpse in the distance. A surge of red was reflected in his eyes.
Under the coverage of the massive sword streams, the lone corpse was devoured and submerged in the blink of an eye.
Yet as he watched the corpse remain completely unresponsive, unable even to dodge, not the slightest hint of joy appeared on his face.
There was only one reason.
Amid the raging black and red, a blank space that seemed to have dug through the color was constantly devouring his attacks.
These sword streams, which should have pierced the corpse's surface defenses, were always transferred away and "thrown" behind it whenever they struck the body.
The rock walls trembled. Large amounts of silver debris shook loose and fell amid the frenzied sword streams. Under the impact of the psionic energy, they illuminated the darkness like burning showers of stars.
The scene was dazzling and spectacular, and the momentum was immense, but the results were terrible.
Two seconds later, after a pale flush briefly crossed Lin An's face, he could only stop outputting psionic energy.
"The effect... is too poor."
"Hmm."
The Conversion Core stopped, and the seemingly endless supply of psionic energy was instantly cut off.
Lin An looked at the bottle of Mental Strength Burning Potion he had just taken out. After hesitating for a moment,