Whoosh... whoosh... whoosh...
Xiao Yi no longer gathers flames, but raises his sword and charges.
In an instant, within a hundred-meter radius, Sword Qi crosses fiercely.
Cold and sharp Sword Qi, densely packed, all aimed at the elder.
The elder neither dodges nor flinches, just stares coldly at Xiao Yi.
Countless sword energies hit him, yet all were blocked by a layer of dark aura enveloping him.
As long as the power of the Blood-sucking Pearl isn't exhausted, he won't be harmed in the slightest.
Xiao Yi was helpless, trying one last tactic.
This was his last resort. If he couldn't prevail, he'd have to...
Thinking thus, Xiao Yi clenched his teeth and swung the Cold Flame Sword like a dance, endlessly.
Up to now, Xiao Yi had employed nearly all his means, still unable to deal with the Blood-sucking Pearl.
This path leads only to death.
But, in fact, he has one last card, something always his greatest trump.
Yes, the Ice Phoenix Sword.
