Mu Feng could not work out how this elder of the Holy Spirit Cult had ended up in such a wretched state, but he understood why the man had come. Thus, he held nothing back when he attacked.
After piercing through its target, the flying sword suddenly doubled back. The next moment, an intricately patterned array of light appeared above the Seventh Elder's head. Mask Douluo looked up, and a razor-sharp aura rushed toward his face.
An enormous golden Holy Sword descended straight from the clouds. Its aura, loathed by all Evil Soul Masters, made him deeply uncomfortable. Simply standing beneath it seemed to hinder the circulation of his Soul Power.
He was utterly bewildered, unable to understand why his opponent had attacked him outright. But the situation was critical, and he could spare no attention to examine his attacker's appearance. He had to escape this area first if he wanted to survive.
Yet Mu Feng beat him to it again. Across a distance of several hundred meters, countless chains burst through the snow on the ground and shot straight toward the Seventh Elder.
"He has another move!" Mask Douluo's expression changed drastically. He sensed a lethal threat from the enormous golden sword overhead. The immortality and overwhelming numbers that were the pride of his Demon Maggot Martial Soul meant nothing before Mu Feng's Sacred Flame. The instant that powerful purifying force touched the Maggot Swarm, it erupted like drops of water falling into hot oil.
An endless sizzling filled the air. These maggots did not even have a chance to explode into slurry before the searing Sacred Flame burned them into nothingness.
The Maggot Swarm was shrinking visibly and irreversibly. Meeting such supreme power of light head-on would only lead to death, yet more than a dozen nimble chains