Chapter 3910 Anton Appears
- However, those cultivators seemed tireless. They repeatedly picked themselves up and charged forward until they were completely drained of energy.
- A cultivator, brandishing a long sword, its blade shimmering with a cold light, moved like the wind, deftly weaving through the crowd of enemies.
- His swordsmanship was fluid and seamless, at times fast as lightning, at other times gentle as a willow's flutter. Each swing of his sword stirred up a fierce gust, forcing the surrounding enemies to retreat several steps.