The Eight-Armed Divine Statue towered like a mountain, and Xie Changsheng's silver Dao Eyes blazed with light!
Metal, wood, water, fire, earth, wind, ice, lightning!
Accelerated by the Law of Time, eight supreme powers of Laws became an eight-colored storm capable of destroying everything, moving so fast it vanished in a flash!
Boom!!!
In the blink of an eye, the storm disappeared, and countless high-ranking Filth Demons turned straight to ash as though erased!
Holy shit...
Even Zhou Yan, who had seen this move before, could not help swearing inwardly.
After Old Xie advanced to the Immortal Lord Realm, the power of this move had multiplied who knew how many times!
The pressure plummeted, and everyone could finally breathe a little easier.
Yet this respite was only temporary.
Roar!!!
Even more savage roars came from deep within the distant black mist.
The most terrifying thing about the Filth Demons was not their individual strength, but that they had no idea what fear was, much less death.
They were endless.
One wave had barely been annihilated before more Filth Demons filled the gaps and surged forward again!
Not only that, but the tremendous commotion from Xie Changsheng's strike had instead attracted even more high-ranking Filth Demons.
"These brainless, filthy things really never stop!"
Song Chi snorted coldly. "Old Xie, fall back and recover your qi!"
He held his sword in a reverse grip. "Next, let me teach them what a true 'rain of swords' looks like!"
As his words fell, his sword hand slowly opened.
"Startling Swan, split into shadows!"
With a ringing sword cry, the falling sword split into phantoms to either side, one becoming three, three becoming six.
In the blink of an eye, three thousand swords lined up in a row, each grasped by a hand at the