"Crack crack!"
Even with the protection of the Holy Emperor Stone, Lin Feng's physical body still struggled to bear it and began to crack.
Without the Holy Emperor Stone, would he have already been destroyed by this damned Furnace of Eight Trigrams?
"Kid, the remnant thoughts of Military Saint Han Feizi have been destroyed, the power of this broken stone is no longer what it used to be, and you are doomed," the Furnace of Eight Trigrams cackled eerily and rushed forward rapidly, wanting to subdue Lin Feng.
Lin Feng was not one to sit and wait for death; he thought of the Black Dragon Sword.
The treasure sword from the Divine Sword Record.
Swoosh.
Lin Feng conjured the Black Dragon Sword.
"Fuel my battle blood! Carve a bloody path!" Lin Feng bellowed.
Puff! Puff! Puff!
He spurted three mouthfuls of essence blood.
