The grace of the Sword Lord on the path to divinity left Tao Yu silent.
The five saints who had stood up with various masks sat back down again.
Despite everyone wearing masks, it was likely that the expressions hidden on their faces were quite spectacular, given their uncontrollable aura.
Previously, among the five, the elder with the wolf head mask, who possessed an energy lens and could roughly judge from energy levels, was the strongest and least injured.
At this moment, he was looking at the void covered by the four giant swords, feeling the omnipresent sword intent.
The sense of crisis, as if moving slightly would cause the skin to be cut open, made him sigh involuntarily.
With the Sword Lord who had embarked on the path to divinity, even using the scepter of ascension only to choose to flee, he realized the great trend was gone and smiled bitterly.
"Mr. Ming River truly fooled everyone, it seems you have taken this path too..., we were presumptuous."
