"This..."
Lin Heng looked at the Demon Sword, which was now even more overwhelmed by Demonic Qi, its blade sharper and more aggressive, and couldn't help but glance at Black Rakshasa with suspicion.
Black Rakshasa said calmly, "It's a Demon Sword, dwelling in the Netherworld. Naturally, its Demonic Qi increases day by day."
At that point, he couldn't help but shake his head:
"This is a Divine Weapon. If left in the Underworld, it would one day shine brightly."
"In your hands, it's wasted."
Black Rakshasa was speaking truthfully, not to ridicule Lin Heng.
"What about Long Kui?"
Lin Heng didn't pay attention to Black Rakshasa's words but was concerned about Long Kui's safety.
"Don't worry."
Black Rakshasa replied, "When the sword is intact, the spirit within it remains unharmed."
"This sword is in good condition, so the Sword Spirit is naturally fine."
"It's merely asleep."
At this point, he was growing impatient.
