C275 The Sheath of the Devourer's Bloodsword!

"Master Yiheng and Ye Mo will meet their end today..."

Zhao Fengye whispered to himself, gazing at the shimmering longsword in his grasp, tucked away in a desolate corner. Aware that Ye Mo lacked a Soul Weapon, he understood that his chances of survival were slim, only hastening his demise