บท 620: The Real Player!

The battle lasted three hours, and by the time it was over, night had fallen.

There was so much blood in the air that the sky seemed to be full of holes. Even the stars were dyed a queer crimson color.

With a crack, the saber in Li Yao's hand finally couldn't resist his surging spiritual gas anymore and broke into pieces the size of fingernails.

But they managed to maintain the shape of a saber, enhanced by Li Yao's spiritual gas, and did not explode until the saber was pierced deep into a behemothic apocalyptic beast's internal organs, which were immediately minced into a pulp.

The apocalypse beast collapsed and stiffened. However, Li Yao stopped looking at it and picked up a dented saber from the ground. His spiritual gas surged out and decorated the common saber glitteringly as if it were the most marvelous blade in the world.

Li Yao couldn't remember how many sabers he had broken.