The next second, with a ripping sound, Li Fei's sleeves tore apart due to the excessive force, revealing the well-defined muscles on his arms, clustered tightly together. Sweat had already soaked his face, and his toes gripped the ground firmly, resisting any forward movement of his body.
He was very aware that if the Evil Exorcism Sword pulled him forward, Feng Kun would likely be impaled, resulting in severe injury or even death. Neither outcome was something he wanted to witness.
The Evil Exorcism Sword trembled non-stop, its entire blade radiating bright light that illuminated both Li Fei and Feng Kun's faces. The wild aura from the sword grew even more intense. The veins on Li Fei's arms bulged visibly, twining like vines beneath his skin, showcasing his tremendous strength. Yet, the Evil Exorcism Sword stubbornly moved forward slowly, seemingly determined to eliminate the person in front of it today.
