The Final Slash

Watching Feng Xiaotian attack wildly and without any pattern, Xie Yue within Demon Charm could not help but sneer.

Attacking blindly without knowing their exact position would only lead to his own defeat in the end!

Clang!!

A slash streaked with cyan and crimson suddenly grazed Demon Charm and shot straight behind it.

"Urgh..."

A muffled groan rang out. Feng Xiaotian's slash had clearly struck one of the Spirit Hall Battle Team's members.

It hit!

Feng Xiaotian's eyes lit up in midair. This attack had accumulated the force of dozens of preceding slashes, and its power could not be underestimated. Once it landed, the victim would either die or be crippled.

"Damn it, he actually guessed right!"

"Should we have them all leave the arena?"

"No. If we fail to deal with Feng Xiaotian, then once Demon Charm ends, we will immediately lose our ability to fight as well."

Xie Yue's expression suddenly turned extremely grim. Feng Xiaotian had not given up yet. Since he could not harm Demon Charm, he wanted to eliminate the others instead. How vicious.

"Continuous slashes! Continuous slashes!!"

Feng Xiaotian's hands swung so fast they nearly left afterimages. Wind blades laced with flames continued flying in every direction. With Demon Charm at the center, he targeted the fan-shaped area behind it. This was the most perfect angle of attack.

He was gambling that the Spirit Hall Battle Team would not dare leave the arena. As long as they stayed, every hit counted!

Behind them, Yan and several other team members stared fixedly at the thick mist ahead. Those slashes were like Gui Mei; even with his Soul King cultivation, he did not dare take them head-on now.

But that also meant Feng Xiaotian's Self-Created Soul Skill was about to end.

Splat!

"Ah..."

Another slash flew