His gaze turned cold, then he laughed in pleasant surprise. "Haha, I didn't expect my Profound Soldier to be so effective against these blood-black phantoms! Let me handle this."
With everyone watching, Ye Xuan shot forward, swinging the Sword of Judgment relentlessly.
CRACKLE!
Blue lightning surged!
A scene that stunned the crowd unfolded. Under the strikes of Ye Xuan's Sword of Judgment, the blood-black phantoms that had left them helpless shattered into pieces, one after another, only to be swallowed by Erhei, Ye Xuan's mount.
Everyone was dumbfounded. 'What's going on? Aren't these blood-black phantoms supposed to be immortal?'
Once shattered, they were supposed to reform quickly. But as everyone watched the black toad under Ye Xuan devour the blood-black phantoms one by one, they all vanished without a trace, like stones sinking into the sea.
'What in the world is happening?'
