"What's happening?"
Lin Feng was growing anxious; ten billion demon swords and he couldn't take them?
Could it be that the sword was too large, too heavy? Was his strength insufficient to retrieve it? Or was there another reason?
Lin Feng was full of doubts and worries but, fortunately, ever since he began to pull out the demon sword, its trembling had ceased, and it no longer spewed out a devilish aura.
In this case, the army of demon souls would not continue to increase, and he would be under a bit less pressure.
Immediately after, Lin Feng stirred up all the True Yuan in his body, ready to attempt pulling out the demon sword again, when others had already rushed over.
Dozens of dazzling lights broke through the sky, various Sword Qi, Sword Energy, and Fist Light converged together, striking at Lin Feng's True Yuan palm, and instantly shattered his True Yuan palm into pieces.
