Li Yang paid no more attention to the dispersed system. Holding the Phoenix Sword in his only remaining hand, he charged at his enemies again.
He cast his pain behind him. Man and sword suffered ever more damage in battle, yet at this moment, they were jubilant.
Even if they died in this battle, they would roar-"What a rush!"
Every Sword Cultivator in the Heavenly Gang Demon-Suppressing Battalion clenched their fists, aching to charge in and fight beside Li Yang.
"How magnificent!"
"You have to win! Don't die!" Lu Qingqiu stared fixedly at Li Yang, filled with earnest hope.
"Senior Brother, I'll catch up to you!" Qin Feng clenched his fists.
"Boss..." Su Hen called out from the bottom of his heart.
There was little time left.
In less than two and a half days, the inheritance would descend, and everyone would leave.
Li Yang would not let Mu Zangfeng and Holy Son Qianyang live. His mission was not yet complete.
Every attack was a dance on the edge of death.
Even on the verge of burning through his last drop of oil, he still raised his sword against his formidable enemies.
Mu Zangfeng and Holy Son Qianyang had thought they would kill Li Yang quickly, but this enemy was terrifying. Like a venomous snake whose head had been severed, he could still deliver a lethal strike.
They dared not let their guard down for even an instant, throwing everything they had into every attack.
The spectacle was breathtaking. Divine abilities and secret arts emerged one after another, magnificent beyond measure.
Countless cultivators recorded the battle with Recording Stones. It would surely spread throughout the Nine Provinces.
Most striking was Li Yang's ruthless, blood-soaked fighting. Though not a single part of his body remained unscathed, his sword was still devastatingly