"Bastard!"
Lin Feng cursed, unable to stop his fists from clenching tightly. This sense of helplessness filled him with frustration, but he had no solution!
"Do I have to use the Demon Sword?"
Lin Feng thought of the billion Demon Swords in his storage ring. It seemed that using the Demon Sword was the only option left...
However, even using the Demon Sword, it's unlikely he could defeat Zuo Qiuting. The Martial Emperor is simply too powerful, and his own cultivation is too low. Even with the Demon Sword, he couldn't match Zuo Qiuting's strength.
Moreover, once he uses the Demon Sword, he wouldn't be able to resist the erosion of the Demon Spirit, and he might end up beyond redemption.
"I can't worry about that anymore!"
Lin Feng gritted his teeth, prepared to draw the Demon Sword, gambling his life. Although the hidden dangers of using the billion Demon Swords were substantial, Lin Feng had no time for further deliberation.
