Chapter 42: The Flying Sword

"Go!"

A silvery-white streak of light flashed and disappeared, and a large tree not far from the cave entrance shook for a moment before it thunderously fell.

Chen Li hastened to it.

The cut on the tree was as smooth as a mirror, as if it had been sliced by a laser.

This silver sword-shaped magic artifact, though it had been heavily knocked away by him before, Chen Li found it undamaged.

In fact, when a magic artifact was activated, it often connected to the user's spirit. The reason Qiao Guanyuan seemed clumsy in commanding it was simply because the artifact, having been struck a heavy blow, impacted his spirit as well, leading to a temporary loss of control.

The hovering sword-shaped magic artifact, under Chen Li's direction, flew rapidly through the air, zigzagging back and forth.

Sometime later, Chen Li's brow furrowed slightly.