Whether it was the Command Flag Magical Treasure wielded by the Blood Cloud Daoist, the summoned devil heads, or the Demonic Qi defensive shield, all possessed a certain corrupting effect against cultivators' Magical Treasures.
Liu Hua's attainments in the path of the sword were naturally extraordinary.
Yet the grade of the Magical Treasure flying sword he used was clearly somewhat inadequate.
His all-out strike appeared plain and unremarkable, simple and unadorned, but in truth, it condensed incomparably vast sword qi into that single sword.
His swordsmanship had always focused power into one point, achieving the strongest offensive effect with the least amount of force.
Facing a Half-step Spirit Severing stage existence, Liu Hua naturally did not dare be careless. The sword move he had comprehended through years of studying and proving the sword was pushed to its limit.
With that all-out strike, the power condensed within the flying sword could not merely be called terrifying—it could only be described as horrifying.
The grade of the Magical Treasure flying sword itself was insufficient. Bearing the force of his full-powered strike was already extremely taxing.
Then there was the impact of sinister qi and Demonic Qi.
By the time it reached the Blood Cloud Daoist, it had finally reached its limit and could no longer bear the power within, shattering completely in midair.
Just as the other party had said, the Magical Treasure flying sword had been destroyed. Below, the devouring power of the Quicksand Land was stirring restlessly, while ahead, the enemy's offensive was surging back.
The tide of battle had reversed in an instant.
The situation was far from optimistic, but Liu Hua did not give up because of it.
He drew a deep breath, and the look in his eyes instantly turned indifferent—then resolute.
True Yuan surged through his