Having consecutively unleashed three strikes just before, while also secretly deploying a sword array using his formidable spiritual power, it had taken a massive toll on him. Yet judging by his current state, he still seemed to retain a sliver of combat strength.
"Since you're here, this place shall be your burial ground. Do you still think you can leave?" A silver-haired youth looked down from above at the Sword Mountain chief disciple, his tone icy, filled with killing intent and fury.
Yet right at that moment, before the Sword Mountain chief disciple could respond, that massive finger actually plummeted down in a flash.
Chapter 487