Perhaps in the eyes of many, even if the sky were to fall, there would be towering figures to hold it up, or perhaps they merely clung to the mindset of sweeping the snow from their own doorstep while ignoring the frost on their neighbors' roofs, stumbling through life.
"A mere pack of evil spirits, and you dare act so presumptuously!" Ji Xiaoyao let out a cold snort and summoned a flying sword. Controlled by his Divine Sense, the flying sword whistled straight forward, carrying a fierce intent to kill, and pierced clean through the skull of one of the figures.
Yet the moment his flying sword left the creature's skull, it began to grow covered in rust.
Chapter 675