C990 Enemy

The eye of the protective mountain formation was actually in the air, with nothing to support it.

Feng Zhi held the Immortal Slaughtering Sword, calculated its position, and then, with an extremely solemn expression, gently put it in the eye of the formation.

Crack!

He could faintly hear such a voice in his ears.

Then, they saw the Immortal Slaughtering Sword standing steadily in the air