Chapter 957: Slaying a Saint Realm Expert, a Saint Realm-Level Weapon!

"Ding—"

"Bang—"

Terrifying attacks wove through the void.

Andrew watched the demon beast legion below, utterly annihilated, and his face instantly turned iron-pale.

He did not know how those previous demon beasts had perished, but these last twenty million, he had witnessed with his own eyes, slaughtered by merely twenty Legendary Realm experts.

Yes, it was a slaughter.

A slaughter of vastly unequal power.

A slaughter spanning countless realms.

Moreover, the more he fought the Holy Angel before him, the more terrified he became in his heart.

Because he could feel very clearly that the opponent had been fighting him at an intensity he could endure.

The kind of intensity that would neither kill him but also made him feel extremely uncomfortable.

As a result, he hardly attacked afterwards, focusing mainly on defense.

However, whether he attacked or defended, the sense of discomfort he felt was exactly the same.

Although they were of the same realm, looking at the Archangel before him, a deeply unsettling feeling vaguely arose in his heart.

And just as the last demon beast was slain, golden light in Angel's eyes gradually grew intense.

Only a cold voice was heard, causing Andrew's face to instantly show terror.

"It is time to end this!"

As the words fell, the two already extremely powerful Swords of Judgment in Angel's hands grew even more formidable in momentum.

At the same time, two hundred Legendary experts nearby immediately launched attacks against Andrew simultaneously.

In this moment, Andrew felt an unprecedented sense of humiliation.

Just as he prepared to strike back in one blow, several golden chains rushed toward him.

Immediately, Angel's cold voice rang out suddenly.

"Holy Cross Slash!"

In the void, the Angel's Dharma Image swung the two Swords of Judgment in its hands upward with a sudden force.

"Weng—"

Under this terrifying attack, the void itself was struck, emitting a series of humming sounds.

At the same time, the previous two hundred Legendary experts launched another terrifying attack, blasting toward Andrew.

In this moment, Andrew felt an unprecedented sense of crisis.

In the golden cross-shaped sword light that seemed to approach him slowly from the sky but was actually as fast as a horse, he smelled the scent of death.

He saw himself suddenly summon the dark purple long sword in his hand, holding it horizontally before him.

Energy gathered into it wildly as if it were free.

Upon the dark purple long sword, filled with energy, waves of dark purple light immediately radiated.

"Weng—"

"Weng—"

As if it possessed a soul, the moment it sensed that attack, the blade suddenly emitted waves of humming sounds.

At this moment, the five Sword Saints currently engaged in battle immediately cast a glance, staring fixedly at this long sword.

Li Yue did the same; upon seeing the formidable Late Saint Realm expert Andrew summon a long sword at such a time.

It showed how much importance he placed on this long sword, and also proved that the grade of this long sword was absolutely not low.

At the very least, it was a Saint Realm-level weapon!

The dark purple light intensified, and a tiger roar sound came from within.

"Roar—"

As it roared, the Holy Cross Slash resolutely fell.

"Weng—"

"Bang—"

The collision of powerful energy directly blasted numerous void cracks into the void.

In less than three seconds, two hundred powerful attacks fell.

However, a scene that made people's eyes drop in shock appeared.

These two hundred streams of energy were like water flowing into the ocean, not even stirring a single wave.

The two hundred Legendary experts who launched the attacks seemed to have suffered an extreme blow.

However, upon feeling the waves of aftermath from the collision of those two powerful attacks, they instantly understood.

It seemed that they, merely of the Legendary Realm, could truly only follow behind the big shots and drink the soup.

And thinking that in the next second, this extremely powerful Demon Race expert would be slain, allowing them to gain kill experience, this blow seemed to become motivation.

The stronger the enemy, the more experience they could obtain.

After one strike, the two hundred units quickly moved away from this place.

Simply because they could no longer withstand the aftermath of the battle.

However, this battle had not yet ended, and twenty phenomena of Saint Realm experts falling simultaneously rose up.

"Boom-boom-boom—"

"Weng—"

"Weng—"

It was seen that around the twenty fallen Saint Realm experts, intense spatial energy flashed.

Behind Li Yue, Bai Ling panted heavily.

"As expected, teleporting such a powerful attack all at once nearly drained the energy."

At this moment, Li Yue's attention was on Bai Ling's staff.

A purple staff possessing spatial attributes.

In his mind, he instantly recalled the staff held by the caster in the Hollow Domain.

It was actually a Saint Realm-level staff.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but tremble inside.

He immediately understood where Bai Ling fell short.

Gradually, he, who had originally relied on equipping his subordinates with powerful gear, found that as his subordinates' realms rose higher and higher, the equipment he provided could no longer keep up.

The purple staff was already not bad to begin with, and a staff with spatial attributes was even harder to find.

At this moment, he looked at the weapons held by the members of the female guard unit.