Unwilling

The movement of the huge black sword seemed to be following a certain trajectory. It moved unreasonably and was completely unhindered by anything.

Li Yuanqing, who was standing below, was not eye-catching at all. Everyone could only see the huge black sword.

Although the black sword was moving slowly, it was only because everyone's movements were frozen.

Long Qingyun's cloak was broken by the sword energy, revealing his handsome face. At this moment, his handsome face was filled with fear. He tried to retreat as if he had seen a ghost, but for some reason, he felt as if his body had been frozen like stone. He could not move at all.

This incomparably terrified but irresistible feeling of terror made the fear on Long Qingyun's face intensify. His entire face was twisted.

"Ah!"

In the night, the piercing screams pierced everyone's eardrums, causing them to cover their ears.