Phantom Image of the Spirit Race!

Facing the huge hand descending from the sky, Ye Chen was not afraid at all.

He raised his head and looked at the sky.

The aura on his body instantly erupted.

The long sword in his hand condensed one powerful sword intent after another. The sword intent that filled the sky gathered on Ye Chen's body at this moment.

"Slash!"

The sword slashed out!

One slash and one horizontal slash instantly shattered the large hand.

"Sword Dao?"

"The lower realm's sin blood can actually comprehend Sword Dao?"

The illusory figure looked at Ye Chen and asked Ye Chen in disbelief.

The illusory figure looked at Ye Chen in shock.

Ye Chen looked at the illusory figure in the sky.

He understood that this illusory figure's main body was definitely very powerful, even stronger than the current him.

Perhaps, it was not much different from the strength of the Prison God in the lower realm.