"You little brat, you don't know the height of heaven or the depth of earth!"
A low roar rumbled like thunder.
The heavy saber smashed the ground with booming crashes, turning dozens of acres of woodland into a muddy bog. The immortal general was exceedingly confident in his own strength and cared nothing for the lives of his soldiers. Even while fighting Feng Ying, he remained wary of the other opponent who had vanished.
As the battle continued, the immortal general discovered that the saber his opponent wielded was no ordinary weapon.
After countless head-on clashes, it had suffered no damage whatsoever. Unfortunately, its spirituality had been severely worn away by rust; otherwise, it would have counted as a rare treasure.
It was actually shaped like the White Dragon Divine Weapon, a style popular throughout the Primordial Wilderness and common across the Myriad Worlds. Whether they were saber wielders or not, everyone wanted one to carry at their side. Even among the clans of the Immortal Realm, many young descendants practiced with sabers and often gathered to compare whose weapon resembled the White Dragon Divine Weapon more closely.
The fighting continued, and the sky gradually darkened.
It was not because the sun had set, but because the clouds had grown too thick, layers upon layers of black clouds piling up in abnormal weather.
The torrential rain had not stopped. Repeated bolts of lightning lit up the devastated battlefield again and again. Weapons collided, and shockwaves churned the rain into shattered white mist. By now, the immortal general could no longer spare power to shield himself from the rain, devoting all his strength to dealing with his target. Rainwater ran along the edges of his armor plates, flying away with every turn of his body, while muddy water inevitably splashed across