He had struck three times in rapid succession and secretly laid out a sword array with his powerful spiritual sense, which had consumed a tremendous amount of his energy. Yet, judging by his current state, he still seemed to retain a fair bit of combat strength.
"Since you've come, this place shall be your burial ground. Do you really think you can just leave?" A silver-haired youth looked down from above at the senior disciple of Sword Mountain, his tone icy and filled with murderous intent and rage.
However, right at that moment, before the senior disciple of Sword Mountain could respond, that massive finger abruptly descended.
Chapter 487