Sword Qi swept across the sky, and wave after wave of urgent sounds splitting the air intertwined. Amid the dense, echoing noise, an even greater, heart-stirring howl of something tearing through the air rapidly spread across heaven and earth.
Although everyone present was dozens of li away from the battlefield where Qin Fengming and Zihe fought, when they suddenly heard the thunderous torrent of sword blades shooting through the air, their hearts still trembled involuntarily.
From the fluctuating aura stirred up by the Sword Qi, everyone sensed a tremendous power of soul confinement.
Faced with such a powerful negative effect, no one knew what sort of state Zihe, who was enveloped within the attack's range, would be in.
Confronted with this wave of condensed Sword Qi attacks, the method everyone thought of was to unleash their own powerful attacks while rapidly retreating, avoiding the area covered by the Sword Qi.
Blades of Sword Qi shot past, sweeping up ice, snow, and sand across the sky like a gigantic torrent. As it violently cut across the land, the entire heaven and earth dimmed wherever it passed.
In truth, Qin Fengming and Zihe had not been fighting for very long.
At most, the battle had lasted only the time it took to eat two meals. During this period, although the attacks had never ceased, neither Qin Fengming nor Zihe had changed their methods of attack or defense.
Qin Fengming did not know what Zihe had done within the turbid Red Mist, but the strange tree Root Bone in Zihe's hand gave him a feeling of indestructibility.
Although no original Spirit Pattern had appeared on that bone, the radiance it revealed made anyone feel its solidity and weight.
But now, the two no longer maintained their tacit rhythm of attack and defense. Instead,