Buzz—
Although he was confused, the Sword Qi at his fingertips did not stop.
Song Yan's sword light traced white trajectories through the deep Avici Hell.
Each sword strike could accurately kill the vengeful spirits that lunged at him.
However, it was to no avail.
After those ghostly figures dispersed, more twisted forms would crawl out from the inky blackness on the ground.
They were endless.
"Old Song! These things are unkillable!"
Li Qingfeng shouted, "We have to leave here!"
Leave here.
Song Yan, of course, knew that.
The question was, how to leave?
They were both Qi Refining Realm Cultivators, unable to fly through the air.
Escape talismans had also been tried, but they were ineffective here.
The Hell reflection beneath their feet constantly reached out hands, dragging them downwards… What would happen if they were dragged down?
No one knew.
