"Please... save me... pull it out... it hurts!"

In the dark, a faint cry for help came. Lu Changhe turned around and looked. The source of the sound was the area flooded by the surging sword light.

"Pull it out...pick it out...please..."

"Have you heard any sound?" Lu Changhe was surprised and asked the two disciples.

The two disciples shook their heads in a daze. They were not exposed to the blood rain, and naturally they did not hear the crying sounds of gods and demons contained in the blood rain.

"It hurts... pull it out..."

The sound in the dark became clearer and clearer. Lu Changhe confirmed that he was not hallucinating. He felt a storm in his heart and boldly guessed that the sound was heard from the divine sword.

To be precise, it should have been something inserted into the magic sword.

Lu Changhe suddenly thought of a very important question. Others have always said that the magic sword fell from the sky and no one could pull it out for two hundred years. Why did no one could pull it out for two hundred years?

Is it because of the thing stuck under the magic sword?

What exactly is the magic sword inserted?

Just as Lu Changhe continued to make bold guesses, the violently shaking ground finally stopped, and the blood from the pot of blood in the air finally stopped. A ray of sunlight passed through the rolling lead clouds and shone on the ground.

The area flooded by the surging sword light gradually returned to normal, and Li Mobei's figure holding the sword in both hands appeared in front of everyone.

However, the sword was still stuck on the ground.

"Plop."

Li Mobei knelt on one knee, sweating all over his body, gasping for breath, letting go of the hilt of the sword with both hands, his face full of regret and annoyance.

He had tried his best, but he still failed.
Chapter completed!