Lu Wen Yuan stared at the ghost head, suddenly feeling somewhat suffocated.
Although he was a Divinity Transformation Practitioner, the aura emitted by that ghost head was even more unfathomable, like something towering above—Heavens!
"We cultivators, our fate is determined by ourselves, not by the heavens!"
In the face of a life-and-death crisis, Lu Wen Yuan erupted with all his potential, reaching into the void to grab a shattered yet radiant blade.
This was a damaged Immortal Artifact, its power long surpassed the mortal level.
He continuously muttered spells, and runes lit up on the blade, releasing astonishing Spiritual Energy.
The void faintly rippled, and on the damaged blade, a red and white shimmer flashed, expanding into a giant saber more than ten meters long, with a tiger's head roaring ferociously at its tip.
"Immortal Artifact Mystic Tiger, Seven Kill Slash!"
Lu Wen Yuan swung the Mystic Tiger Saber fiercely!
Roar!
