Nuclear-powered Sword Immortal

"Ah! My sword!"

The White Elephant let out a painful cry.

There was backlash from the destruction of his Yin God and regret that the flying sword had been destroyed.

However, before he had made his move against Gu Jinlai, he had anticipated this outcome. The sect had already promised that if either of their flying swords were damaged, they would compensate for the loss.

For a moment, he could only suppress the pain from the collapse of his Yin God and quickly turned to Wuchenzi, "How did it go!?"

"He held on!"

Wuchenzi’s face was somewhat pale, his eyebrows carrying a hint of disbelief, "He held on!"

"He held on!?"

The White Elephant’s eyes widened.

"Yes!"