In the abyss, as Lin Chen and Lan Qiangwei shook the sand dunes, Crystal Scorpions hidden beneath them burst forth from the ground, their eyes red as they lunged at the two.
Lin Chen raised his hand, and hundreds of flying swords appeared in midair, quietly hovering around him.
Vast Wilderness Ten Thousand Sword Art!
These flying swords were spoils of war Lin Chen had collected previously. Although their quality was no match for the Star Cloud Sword, they were still of exceptional quality. After all, he had discarded any inferior ones long ago, never keeping them around.
Each sword radiated a vigorous Sword Intent, stirring the Demonic Qi in the entire abyss, causing it to roll wildly and bringing an immense sense of oppression.
In the midst of the Sand Sea, the Crystal Scorpions surged upwards, and Lin Chen, soaring in the sky and poised to strike, shone with golden light, even his eyes seemingly turning gold.