At this moment, Zhao Fu felt that the Zhanlu Sword was a part of his own body—intimate and familiar. His control over the Zhanlu Sword had also grown much stronger.
That incomparably terrifying, crazed killing intent that had refused all control was now restrained as well. Zhao Fu was not controlling it directly; only through the Zhanlu Sword could he command that immense killing intent. Otherwise, with Zhao Fu's current ability, he would have long since been corroded by it.
After resting in place for half a month and recovering from all his injuries, Zhao Fu continued exploring deeper inside.
Clang! Clang! Clang...
Zhao Fu raised the Zhanlu Sword high. An immense killing intent erupted, and blood-colored flames ignited along the blade. Sword souls holding swords appeared one after another around Zhao Fu, numbering over a thousand, surrounding him like stars paying homage to the moon.
Ahead, over a thousand sword souls also charged forward with icy killing intent. Their momentum was terrifying, like a gigantic sword brimming with murderous aura.
Boom!
Zhao Fu slashed down with his sword, and the sword souls around him surged out like a flood, rushing at the incoming sword souls with terrifying power.
Clang! Clang! Clang...
After the cries of clashing swords, only illusory sword forms remained floating in midair. Zhao Fu's sword souls were incomparably fierce; they swept through in a torrent, killing ordinary sword souls with a single strike.
Zhao Fu casually waved the Zhanlu Sword, which released a pressure combining an emperor's might with killing intent. Under that terrifying pressure, the thousand-plus illusory swords let out mournful cries and flew toward the Zhanlu Sword of their own accord.
Bang!
Over a thousand sword souls fused into the Zhanlu Sword. At this moment, the number of sword souls absorbed by the Zhanlu