Ye Qingchen's eyes flashed with a hint of cold light as he wielded the longsword in his hand, the power of the wood element rapidly strengthening.
He knew that he must quickly resolve Ah San; otherwise, the corrosion of demonic Qi would bring endless danger.
Ye Qingchen swiftly circulated the True Qi within his body, preparing to launch a more intense attack.
"Ah San, your demonic Qi is formidable, but I won't let you succeed!"
Ye Qingchen said coldly, the longsword in his hand shining even more brilliantly, the power of the wood element surging like a raging river, ready for the final confrontation with Ah San's demonic Qi.
Ah San's wild laughter echoed in the darkness, demonic Qi surged around him, carrying endless killing intent and oppression.
His figure became increasingly blurred within the demonic Qi, as if blending into the darkness.
