Buzzz—!
A sudden resonance rang out between heaven and earth, followed by a crack. It was like playback resuming after someone pressed pause, with a momentary interruption in between.
When they looked at the old man again, he and his tombstone had already been shattered to pieces.
The burial shroud swept them up.
They vanished completely.
Zhong Biao and Yang Jing had struck one after the other, but Yang Jing's attack arrived first despite coming later, slaying the evil spirit.
And the process was bizarre.
Almost no one had seen how the evil spirit shattered.
"That sword strike didn't cut the evil spirit. It cut space. And this kind of spatial severing is different from ordinary shattering. When space is shattered, it still exists. It hasn't disappeared."
"What people call spatial restoration is actually just shattered space knitting itself back together."
"But this strike was different."
"It seemed to completely erase a single frame from the continuous space nearby. Although that frame was insignificant to space and wouldn't affect it, anything within that frame would be erased along with it."
Jiang Qiao looked at the Broken Sword.
Yun Zhou had said that this sword had been stained with a half-god's blood, but Jiang Qiao hadn't thought much of it at first.
Because the sword itself wasn't powerful.
It couldn't possibly injure a half-god.
But now he realized that he seemed to have gotten the wrong idea.
It wasn't that this sword had injured a half-god. Rather, it had been soaked in the blood of some powerful half-god and absorbed a trace of that half-god's rule aura.
Strictly speaking, it wasn't a half-god item.
But when used, it could indeed unleash the terrifying power of that trace of half-god blood.
"A trace of blood erased a frame of space."
"What a