Killing Intent Surges

Time flowed like water.

The beast corpses were like autumn leaves, falling one after another.

In the blink of an eye, more than 20 days passed.

Xu Qing was no longer in the bay he had started in. He had already been to five deserted islands.

Now, on the sixth deserted island, he sat in the simple bay that he had created himself.

In these twenty-odd days, other than changing locations, he was completely immersed in the impact on his magic apertures, allowing him to open his tenth magic aperture.

In the black iron stick, the Diamond Sect's ancestor had already felt his heart pounding countless times in the past half a month or so. Later on, he felt a little dazed. He felt as though he had entered the world in the ancient books…

The more magic apertures were opened, the more soul power it would require and the more difficult it would be to open other magic apertures. It took him eight years to open the tenth one.