"Even the power of an ant can shake the heavens!"
In Huang's eyes, the battle intent burned fiercely; even if bleeding, he did not retreat a single step.
The Big Luo Sword Fetus emitted a series of mournful cries, already perceiving its master's determination to die.
Suddenly, the sword's plain and unadorned body once again burst into dazzling brilliance.
"Clang!"
The sword's edge pointed directly at the Phantom Primordial Ancestor, as if to cleave this realm apart.
"Your weapon originally belonged to ominousness, forged from primordial material, yet it has completely recognized you as its master. Truly remarkable.
Although you oppose me, I still must say, if you can renounce darkness for light, my earlier promise still stands; I can offer you some of the primordial material in my possession.
