"Good!"
Li Tongya simply uttered a word of praise and drifted backwards, instead sheathing his sword, his left hand grasping the tightly wrapped longsword behind him, and drawing out an inch of cyan-white blade.
"Buzz..."
The people of Li Xuanling down the mountain heard a buzz in their ears as their swords uncontrollably trembled, and the rusty sword fragments among the bones scattered across the mountain leapt about ceaselessly. The wolf demon's spirit howled fiercely, its demonic power surged, endlessly bolstering its Dharma Shield without regard for depletion, shrinking its head, and not daring to make a sound.
"This cultivator really has some magical treasure!"
