On the battlefield shrouded in blood mist, Lin Dong's figure was particularly striking.
His sword tip trembled lightly, as if it held the weight of mountains and rivers, and the endless ebb and flow of winds and clouds.
When the sword swung out at an unbelievable angle, the sword light was like a dragon, forcibly tearing open a crack in Tian Sha's proud "Shura Blood Domain," which then shattered with a boom.
Tian Sha's face instantly became extremely grim, and a hint of disbelief flashed in his eyes.
"I really didn't expect your Sword Two, this legendary move, would actually be used to break my Shura Blood Domain. Are you so sure that the White-clothed Blood Monk would stand by your side?"
"If he harbors second thoughts, unwilling to lend you a hand, you might already be dead without any trace of life at this moment."
There was a hint of cold ridicule in Tian Sha's words, attempting to exert psychological pressure on Lin Dong.
