Qin Yuanfeng was trapped deep within the sprawling web of energy blades deployed by the Saint Son Army. The white blades, resembling the scythes of the Grim Reaper, whistled through the air toward him with bone-chilling murderous intent. Each blade was charged with formidable power, and their interlocking web left him with virtually no room to dodge.
His gaze was solemn, for he knew well that this was a matter of life and death. Yet he did not panic in the slightest. The mysterious Spiritual Qi within him surged like a raging river, pouring entirely into the God-Slaying Saber. The blade flared brilliantly, its golden radiance intertwining with the white net of energy blades as if heraging the overture of a brutal battle.
"Hmph! You think you can trap me? It won't be that easy!" Qin Yuanfeng gritted his teeth, let out a fierce shout, and pushed the Phantom Tracking Step to its absolute limit. His figure blurred into several afterimages as he threaded through the gaps of the energy blades. Every movement was fraught with mortal peril; the blades sliced through his clothes and left bloody trails across his skin, yet he stubbornly fought on.
Chapter 217