The entire Evil-Slaying Blade trembled with excitement.
It let out a sinister cackle.
The laughter sounded neither male nor female, neither old nor young, shrill yet hoarse, frenzied yet filled with longing.
Its consciousness was taking shape.
It seemed that soon...
Soon, it would be able to manifest an Artifact Spirit.
Jiang Chen did not hesitate either.
A strand of light was severed, leaving a tiny opening in the net.
Before that opening could repair itself, he swung his blade again.
Crack!
Another strand of light was severed.
Another slash.
Swish, swish, swish!
Jiang Chen's strikes grew faster and fiercer.
A hundred years of lifespan per strike meant nothing to him.
His arm became a blur of blood-colored light as it swung through the void.
Every slash landed precisely on a junction between the strands of light.
In just an instant...
Every strand of light in the area before him was severed.
With its connecting strands gone, that small section of the net began to collapse.
The Runes flickered a few times before going out completely, and the net scattered in flakes like the ashes of burned paper.
Jiang Chen's left hand was finally free.
He pulled his left arm out of the net's restraints.
The scales on his arm scraped against the strands of light at the broken edges, throwing off dazzling sparks.
It worked!
Just as he was about to keep swinging and cut apart the section of net trapping his left leg to free himself completely...
Behind him.
All of a sudden...
The four spirits that had been perched atop the four pillars of light to the east, west, south, and north suddenly moved.
They left those four pillars of light.
Four enormous phantoms lunged at him simultaneously from four directions, bearing pressure that could destroy heaven