At this moment, Su Qinghe was trembling violently, his hands gripping the Heaven Burying Sword tightly. His eyes were bloodshot as he gritted his teeth, speaking one word at a time.
Clearly, upon seeing the figures before him, he had regained a sliver of consciousness, desperately struggling to control the violent killing intent emanating from the Heaven Burying Sword.
"Not good! It's that sword!"
Chapter 358