"Cudgel, come!"
With a beckon, the cudgel came!
Feng Lin let out a bellow, and the fantasy land of demons that had existed for several thousand years was forcefully pushed in by the metal cudgel that was so thick that it was like a heavenly pillar. The sky shattered and the world trembled.
The metal cudgel shrunk with the wind and gradually became three meters long, landing in Feng Lin's hand. It was round and black with words inscribed on it: 'Assume one's ideal form based on one's intentions!'
Feng Lin held onto the metal cudgel, and his disposition changed drastically. His body that was seemingly thin and small appeared like a towering hill. He was unmoving like a mountain that was suppressing the mortal world, like a god or a demon.
Looking at the army of demons that were like surging waves, he laughed coldly. With a leap, he advanced forth and jumped into the army of demons, going through a great massacre.