"Hold your ground!" Mu Yanfeng shouted at the top of his lungs, veins bulging on his forehead as he continuously channeled his spiritual energy into the blade winds, launching an assault against the Demon race.
Qingmiao also clenched his teeth, his treasured sword flashing with light as every swing carried an unstoppable momentum.
Realizing the situation was turning against them, the leader of the Demon race let out a sharp roar and intensified their demonic power output into the black vortex. Yet the power of the divine artifact fragment ultimately proved superior, and the sacred light gradually suppressed the dark vortex.
Chapter 17