C679 In the end he had still rushed over

On the Sword Slaughter Continent, Luo Cheng's face was as pale as paper, perspiring profusely. His figure staggered, as if he was going to fall at any moment.

And around Luo Cheng, a powerful sword intent filled the space within a hundred meter radius. The nearby figures all had no choice but to maintain the distance as they stared at Luo Cheng