The Enemy's Fourth

His primordial spirit trembled, and a Dao Fruit sat between his brows.

Qin Zhan stepped forward, and the Dao Fruit began to blaze with light. It was no ordinary light, but made of countless blades.

Qin Zhan's will had been condensed within those blades—battle intent, and killing intent.

The moment they left the sheath, even the vault of heaven began to tremble. Nearly endless blade light slashed straight at Li Su.

Too many—far too many.

There were hundreds of millions of them, forming a colossal blade dragon and transforming into an endless realm of blades.

Everything was filled with blade intent. It infected the world for several miles around, affecting every substance within it and making them ring with blade cries.

A divine ability that took the blade as its law?

Li Su's expression did not change, his aura as deep as an abyss.

Dao patterns rose and fell within his eyes, while Dao scriptures flowed up and down around his body.

It was the supreme Great Dao, being woven by his hands.

He raised a hand and threw a punch, unleashing a dazzling streak of white light. It blotted out the sky and sun; the instant it appeared, the heavens were dyed a deathly pale.

It was lightning—lightning capable of annihilating all things.

The lightning blazed fiercely. The instant it appeared, it seemed to gain sentience. It moved, assembling itself, its extraordinarily special Dao patterns turning the lightning into its flesh and marrow.

With a furious roar, it transformed into an incomparably gigantic thunder beast, with a dragon's head, a horse's body, and ox hooves, endless lightning pouring from its mouth and nostrils.

It was a qilin, comprehended by Li Su from the headless colossal beast he had seen in the Endless Battlefield.

The moment it appeared, countless thunder