"Xu Ziqing" just walked into the center of the spear's force out of thin air, then suddenly swung a sword forward.
The spear's force was instantly engulfed, yet the overwhelming evil and sinister qi still surged forward.
Their forms appeared somewhat menacing.
Sometimes resembling fierce beasts, sometimes like vengeful spirits...
The Ancestor Emperor held his long spear diagonally in his hand, resting it behind him.
He understood in his heart that the opponent could at most manage to swing such a sword once more.
"Even a Body Refiner cannot bear it!"
"The recovery speed of his flesh cannot keep up with the damage inflicted by using an Evil Sword!"
"If it were Chu Huaixu's physique, perhaps more swords could be wielded."
With this thought, the Ancestor Emperor felt more remorseful and angry.
Once again, he swung his spear forward. The purple moon's phantom behind him merged into his body at the same moment.
Moreover, he activated the power attached to his Divine Thought.
