683 Three dragons—thunder, fire, and wind—appear simultaneously.

The air around us was so cold it was practically frozen, and tiny snowflakes drifted down from the air.

Snow falling in the desert is truly a spectacle.

One, two, and several enormous vortexes rushed in with lightning speed, attracting strange creatures that roared and howled, their eyes fixed on the slowly rotating essence of the demonic dragon.

He Chen smiled slightly, and with a thought, the blood of the demon dragon slowly condensed and accelerated, and the essence of the demon dragon blood began to emit an even stronger aura.

A powerful life force, the power that kings crave most.

The scent, like sweet pollen, was incredibly alluring, permeating the air and attracting even more strange creatures.

The wind seemed to be howling, 'Mine, mine, I need the power of life, I'm not dead yet...'

All around were countless scarlet eyes, like countless lanterns in the night, or like a monster with millions of eyes, growling and becoming increasingly violent.

The surroundings fell silent, devoid of any turmoil, a deathly stillness before the storm.

He Chen enjoyed the tranquil space, and at this moment he could hear his heartbeat echoing in his ears, as rapid and powerful as a drumbeat.

Everything around was pitch black, as if in death, but the scarlet eyes were clearly visible, terrifying and carrying an unreal, illusory feeling.

A slight smile appeared on He Chen's lips. With the Gentleman's Blade in hand, he gently waved his left hand, and the Blood of the Demon Dragon instantly returned to his palm.

Upon seeing the dragon's blood disappear, the strange creature felt an unprecedented rage, and instantly, it was filled with uncontrollable fury.

'My life force. Damn it.'

An unclear sound howled wildly in the wind, like incoherent speech, like the roar of a wild beast, like an irreconcilable feud.

At this moment, the convergence of the gale and the yellow sand is like a huge cage, slowly shrinking, turning the daytime into a night where no light can be seen, as if thick ink has been splashed on it.

There were thousands of eerie scarlet eyes, densely packed like starlight and candles.

'You deserve to die, kill him.' A slightly clearer voice came, and immediately the eerie atmosphere around them began to stir.

A dark shadow vanished instantly, its crimson eyes flashing like lanterns, appearing behind He Chen in the blink of an eye.

Sharp, hand-shaped claws suddenly appeared in his hand, their blackness gleaming and their tips flashing with a chilling light.

He Chen remained unmoved, and whispered, "One strike to sever heaven and earth!"

The voice was soft, yet it carried the force of a thunderbolt.

With a backhand flick of his wrist, the Gentleman's Blade, imbued with wisps of true energy, moved with lightning speed, flashing thunder, and burning with divine fire. The blade flashed out with dazzling light, like a thunder dragon and a fire dragon converging, unleashing a mushroom cloud of power.

With a single slash, the night sky was cleaved, causing the space to tremble. The blade possessed a terrifying, world-destroying power, containing the power of heaven and earth. With a single, gentle slash, it easily severed the source of the strange, immortal nature.

Under He Chen's blade, the strange creatures ignited instantly, like withered straw being harvested, and in no time, they turned into black smoke and dissipated into the air.

[Kill Points increased by 150]

He Chen smiled slightly, revealing his pearly white teeth, and said softly, "It seems this amount of strength is just right."

Watching the kill points drift by.

Turning around and looking around, it was as if she had seen delicious pastries.

A cold glint flashed in his eyes, his gaze like that of a predator, instantly enraging the surrounding monsters. The monsters swarmed in like a tide, attacking from all directions.

He Chen's figure disappeared, and in an instant, the air was filled with his afterimages, so numerous that they were indistinguishable and impossible to tell where he was.

His speed reached a level of tens of millions in an instant, as if he had transformed into tens of millions of blades, unleashing tens of millions of blades in the blink of an eye.

The dazzling light of the blades danced like thousands of silver dragons in the sky, instantly illuminating everything around them.

The flashing blades, like the roar of dragons and the howl of tigers, were dazzling and captivating.

At this moment, the troublesome, seemingly immortal, eerie creature was easily cut in half like paper under the blade's light. No blood came out; it was simply broken in two and could not be put back together.

Each strike contained the mysterious power of heaven and earth, each strike seemingly capable of easily severing the immortal power of strange creatures.

As the blade flashed, silence fell instantly. The shouts, the terrifying sounds, and the eerie black figures that had just been there all seemed to have collectively fallen silent, and all things were annihilated.

Those eerie creatures with bloodshot eyes fell like harvested straw under He Chen's blade light, instantly ignited by rolling thunder, turning into wisps of black smoke and dissipating into the air without leaving a trace.

He Chen's figure weaved through the gale and yellow sand, his long sword constantly slashing, his eyes firm and cold, as if he wanted to completely purify this land shrouded in eerie aura.

The gentleman's knife is like the scythe of death, reaping a whole area with a single strike.

The eerie creature, seemingly unaware of fear, roared and howled, appearing panicked and preparing to flee.

The surrounding gale began to scatter and flee as if it were courting death, as if it wished it had wings and could tear through the void to escape.

In an instant, a ray of light seemed to tear through the inky night sky, like a dazzling white dot adorning the darkness.

The light, though as thin as a wisp of smoke, was like the first rays of dawn, carrying endless hope and vitality, instantly breaking the surrounding silence and oppression.

Like a burst of light in the midst of chaos and darkness, countless rays of light, like rosy clouds, suddenly exploded and shot out in all directions, as dazzling as lightning or thunder.

He Chen closed his eyes tightly, his mind devoid of self. He rapidly activated the Thunderfire Heart Technique, and a fierce and incomparably powerful force, capable of slicing through the undead, a force that swept across thousands of troops and shook the universe, gathered on the blade at this moment.

The sword spirit slowly awoke, and instantly, accompanied by a deep hum, the blade began to emit a dazzling light.

On the blade, the auras of thunder dragons, fire dragons, and wind dragons swirled, instantly creating a series of strange phenomena of thunder, fire, and wind.

The power was so immense that even the heavens and earth changed color, as if an ancient power had awakened from an ancient legend. He Chen did not exert any more force, but the blade continued to spin.

Like a real thunder dragon, its aura was like raging lightning, leaping on the blade and emitting a deafening roar.

The howling of the wind dragon, the roar of the thunder dragon, and the howling of the fire dragon intertwined, as if the true dragons had reappeared in the universe, and the primordial dragons were leaping out.

The continuous thunder, fire, and wind phenomena illuminated the entire inky space as if it were daytime.

The strange creatures that were originally fleeing all showed expressions of terror under the light. They felt the terror of this power and were instantly stunned as if they were in the center of a blazing sun.