The second layer of heaven, at the edge of the Ancient Ascension Array.
Zhao Sheng gazed for a long time, and an invisible aura slowly rose from his entire body.
The aura expanded outward, gradually crossing a certain boundary, and in an instant, it collided with another terrifying aura.
One side was contained and unrevealed; the other was matchlessly sharp, filled with the momentum of slaughter.
The two auras faced each other from afar, clashing countless times in the blink of an eye, with neither able to claim victory for the moment.
Buzz, buzz!
A dozen or so zhang in front of Zhao Sheng, dense "pitch-black cracks" suddenly appeared in midair. Beneath the seemingly calm surface, undercurrents were in truth surging; space was torn apart countless times, then healed countless times.
The space-time cracks spiraled into being and vanished again. The invisible shockwaves they released spread to the ground, and very soon, the earth was covered in dense, crisscrossing, terrifying fissures.
Zhao Sheng looked toward the stone pillars of the ancient array and saw from afar a sword thrust diagonally into one of the pillars, most of its blade sunk inside.
On the small section of blade exposed outside were branded a dozen or so ancient, unadorned runes, and from the hilt hung a blood-red tassel that was swaying bit by bit at this moment.
Zhao Sheng stared at the ancient sword embedded in the stone pillar, and a battle intent gradually rose in his heart.
But in the next instant, he suddenly took half a step back, at the same time actively withdrawing his aura and no longer clashing with the Sword Immortal from afar.
Among the Three Loose Immortals, the Sword Immortal was the most solitary and proud. Once his will to battle was stirred, a fierce fight