After letting out a furious roar, Shen Luo immediately swung the War God Whip down, striking the White-Bone Snow Fox squarely on the head.
Boom!
The White-Bone Blood Fox's head exploded instantly, fragments scattering in every direction.
Shen Luo turned again, put away the War God Whip, and drew the Minghong Saber.
Having just devoured quite a few Fox Spirit ghosts, the Minghong Saber's originally emerald-green blade had completely turned red-black. Thick black baleful aura surged from it like a tangible tide.
He glanced at the thoroughly altered Minghong Saber, but did not pause. With a flicker of his figure, he arrived before the gray-robed man whose arm had become bare bone. Magic Power poured into the Minghong Saber as he slashed at the layer of the Profound Fire Demon-Killing Formation.
A massive black-red streak burst forth, erupting with boundless ferocity and a bloody stench. The space within a hundred zhang around them trembled as though it were collapsing.
Shen Luo stared at the Minghong Saber in surprise. Its power was more than three times greater than before. What was going on?
The black-red streak moved faster than his thoughts and crashed viciously into the demonic formation.
With a crisp crack, the Profound Fire Demon-Killing Formation and the crystal skull shattered as though made of paper. The entire formation exploded with a thunderous blast.
The immense impact became a spreading wall of air that sent the three gray-robed men flying. The tall gray-robed man whom Shen Luo had especially targeted even spat blood, clearly suffering serious injuries.
Shen Luo finally broke free from the formation. With another wave of his hand, more than ten Pure Yang Flying Swords hovered behind him. The demonic aura clinging to them had been completely cleansed away, leaving them entirely unaffected.
Upon the altar, Tu