บท 994: If You Want My Treasure, Come!

Almost all eyes in the hall were focused on the origin soul of Master Void's avatar. This strange combination of magic treasures was shocking.

All of this happened too quickly, and the silver light became faster and faster. The nineteenth sword, the twenty-second sword!

Wang Lin's skin withered and his expression grew gloomy. The ancient god's power in his body couldn't withstand this absorption.

From the 17th sword strike onwards, every additional sword strike was several times stronger than the previous one. Wang Lin's limit was 23 sword strikes. When the 23rd sword strike landed, Wang Lin's closed eyes suddenly opened!

It was like lightning streaking across the sky. In an instant, the silver light surrounding the origin soul of Master Void's avatar suddenly stopped flashing. At the moment it stopped, the silver light shone with unprecedented intensity, lighting up the entire hall.