C692 God Slaughtering Team Holy Blade Blessing!

Su Yu stood suspended in the void, his fingers gliding over the war pillar as if they were a painter's brush. The instant his fingers made contact with the pillar, he could distinctly feel a force, as though it were trying to prevent him from etching his strokes into its surface. At first, this force was faint, but with each deeper stroke, the resistance grew increasingly formidable