692 Sun Moon Star Profound Meaning, World in My Palm!

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh—

A series of ear-splitting sword cries suddenly erupted.

They rang without end.

Compared to the previous silent assault, this attack carried earth-shaking momentum.

Killing intent blazed fiercely within Augustus's flame-formed eye sockets.

"Judgment: Immortal End Withering!"

Suddenly, as his words fell—

Enormous rings of dark flame descended from the sky.

Like enhancement buffs.

As Augustus charged through layer upon layer of rings—

The aura around him had already surged to a terrifying level.

This dark Sword of Judgment had become incomparably enormous.

Raised high as he charged, it seemed capable of piercing the heavens.

The pressure it brought was like the entire world crashing down.

When he came within less than several thousand meters, he suddenly leaped into the air.

Sword energy still crisscrossed around him, and sword intent was icy and fierce.

He swung upward from below in a great arc.

Then, brandishing the giant sword that seemed able to split heaven and earth, he struck directly toward the space where Long Fan stood.

He charged straight ahead, seemingly intending to cleave through everything in his path.

His speed was also unimaginably fast.

So fast that he abruptly vanished from the sight of Long Haochen and the others watching the battle.

As though he had merged into space itself.

It was like a high-definition image suddenly dropping frames, unable to capture the scene of such high-speed movement.

With a clang—

Even Caier—

Could only vaguely catch a streak of black light.

It flashed past like a ghost.

Yet at this very moment—

Long Fan did not even raise his eyes.

It was as though he did not care in the slightest about the strike from this plane's strongest monarch.

It was not because he was arrogant or overconfident.

Rather, he was immersed in the wondrous sensation