The mysterious figure shrouded in black Evil Qi slowly withdrew the hint of a smile from his eyes. His aura became somewhat more somber and majestic. At this moment, the atmosphere emanating from him made Su Bei feel that he resembled not a Demon Lord, but rather an ancient, hibernating dragon. He no longer possessed the fierce, domineering might of his prime, yet he now carried the profound schemes and intense authority accumulated through the years. Even though he was enveloped in Evil Qi, without a trace of Spiritual Energy, he still inspired fear in those who saw him.
"Sword Eleven, huh?" The hoarse voice unexpectedly carried a trace of reminiscence.
Two swords intertwined in the sky above, the magnificent Sword Qi soaring into the heavens, like a galaxy hanging upside down. It was impossible to tell from which direction the Sword Qi originated. Or perhaps, it was more accurate to say that the sky was filled with Sword Qi coming from every direction.
