The sky was filled with sword light and warships. A battle of tens of thousands sent corpses dropping down in heaps, while cries of slaughter poured into Yu Ningsui's ears from every direction like boiling porridge, churning and roiling.
Someone fell every breath. The rain of blood never stopped, splattering against barriers, sword formations, and people's faces.
The surrounding peaks all blazed with the fires of battle. From afar, they resembled a pile of kindling set alight, black smoke and spiritual radiance tangled together, dyeing the entire sky a grayish red.
Yet Yu Ningsui grinned and laughed. She spread her arms toward the heavens, seemingly reveling in this Spiritfall Storm.
Yan Jueshuang's already violent battle instincts, carried by the storm of Dao Essence after her death, flowed into Yu Ningsui's body like a flower passed from hand to hand, allowing her to break through layer upon layer of realms at an astonishing pace.
"Interesting. I heard that when the Supreme Sword Master of the Azure Heaven Sword Domain was young, he used the sword to crush all enemies beneath him. Now it seems the old are like this, and so are the young. This master and disciple pair are both freaks." Zi Ying, standing beside me, giggled.
Zi Xiao also frowned as she watched the battlefield in the sky. "The Azure Heaven Sword Domain has produced quite an extraordinary little one. But then again, after watching for so long, what should we do?"
"Since we claim to consider the Myriad Races, we must naturally seek them a good future. Now, the Star Sword Domain has brought the elites of its entire domain. Their momentum lies with us, yet the timing does not. Once the Star Sword Ancestor achieves Tower Ascension, forget whether the Azure Heaven Sword Domain will have any