"Alright, I will agree with you this time, but you need to remember one thing, if we fail, we'll all die here!" Dao gritted his teeth tightly and then said to Chen Feng in a deep voice.
As soon as Dao's words fell, he instantly turned around and looked at the raging flames in the arena. At this moment, Dao had no hesitation, his hands swiftly formed a few magic formulas in the air.
"Manifest!" Dao shouted in a low voice, and immediately summoned a water-blue long sword from his body, then Dao grabbed it in his palm. With a slight force, a terrifying power from within his body instantly infused into the long sword, finally, Dao's weathered face displayed a pair of slightly bloodshot eyes that fiercely pierced into the ground.
"Netherworld Sword! I didn't expect this old thing to even bring this out, looks like this time he's really determined to capture the Golden Phoenix!" Beside him, Chen Feng couldn't help but show some shock on his face as he watched the scene.
