Just as the tentacles were about to reach Xuan Wu, a figure appeared before him.
"Ten Thousand Swords Return to Origin, slash."
Ye Lin raised an arm, and terrifying sword cries rang out from all around heaven and earth. The sword cries echoed through the world, making the entire heavens and earth tremble.
One transparent long sword after another, formed from spiritual energy, transformed into a Sword Qi River and surged toward the tentacles, shredding them apart.
The long swords shattered the instant they touched the tentacles, but before such a vast Sword Qi River, the tentacles were unable to break through it.
In the end, Ye Lin forced back the dozens of tentacles with a single sword strike.
"Thank you."
After everything was done, a faint voice came from behind Ye Lin. Hearing it, Ye Lin looked back at Xuan Wu in surprise.
"Move aside."
Xuan Wu stared into Ye Lin's eyes and roared.
Ye Lin immediately darted away. The next moment, madness filled Xuan Wu's face, and the mighty blade in the hands of the Tongtian demonic phantom behind him dominated the entire sky.
"Go to hell! Slash!"
Xuan Wu roared as he savagely brought down the long blade in his hand.
The heavens changed. Heaven and earth fell silent; even the world itself became incomparably dim beneath this strike.
A black blade shadow, carrying the force to destroy all things, charged toward the monster.
Xuan Wu watched his most powerful strike with an exceedingly grave expression. This was already his strongest blade.
Under this blade, no one beneath the Mahayana realm could withstand it.
The black blade shadow crushed space all along its path, shattering the surrounding space inch by inch. The surviving heavenly geniuses below immediately scattered in all directions. This strike was too terrifying—if they