As several big figures chatted and laughed, the purification process of the Spirit-Eating Demonic Knife was drawing to a close.
Those exceptionally majestic and sacred golden flames fell upon the blade like a ladle of boiling hot oil splashed onto a sheet of ice.
As if putting up a dying struggle, a dense cyan light suddenly burst forth from its main body, forming a ferocious face in the air that let out a posture of frantic roaring.
Chapter 161