The originally eerie glowing blade of the Red Sword suddenly bore golden cracks with a clear sound. Shortly after, the cracked Red Sword seemed unable to withstand it, and with a loud 'bang', it transformed into a dazzling spectacle of light...
However, Lin Zifeng had no time to admire the red glow lingering in mid-air. Squinting his eyes, his sharp vision noticed that the eerie red glow surrounding the Red Sword standing next to the seventeen goddesses had dimmed slightly once more!
"Indeed, after splitting into remnants, the power of the Red Sword is greatly diminished. All I need to do is strike them down one by one!"
Lin Zifeng muttered to himself, a smirk forming at the corner of his mouth. He tore a strip of fabric from his robe to bandage the wound on his right hand, deep enough to expose bone. Despite the cold sweat streaming down his chiseled face, his brow never furrowed, showing only determination!
