As if resisting, yet also struggling.
Liu Mei gritted her teeth. Veins bulged on her forehead, and sweat covered her face, but her gaze only grew firmer, the strength in her hand not diminishing in the slightest.
After a brief stalemate, the blood-colored longsword suddenly erupted with tremendous power, violently breaking free of the Sword Tomb's restraint as Liu Mei forcibly pulled it out.
Yet the instant the sword left its resting place, a violent aura surged from its blade. Caught off guard, Liu Mei was sent staggering back again and again, a trickle of blood spilling from the corner of her mouth.
But she quickly steadied herself, gripping the blood-colored longsword tightly as wild joy flashed through her eyes. "I finally got you!"
Just as the disciples were immersed in the joys and sorrows of seeking swords, an eerie change quietly began.
At first, only wisps of faint black qi slowly seeped out from several more remote Sword Tombs.
Like ink dropped into clear water, the black qi slowly spread through the air, carrying a cold, rotten stench that sent chills down one's spine.
At first, the disciples paid it no mind, assuming it was merely baleful yin qi accumulated over the long years of the Sword Tombs.
But soon, more and more Sword Tombs began to emit black qi, and its density grew ever thicker.
What had begun as faint wisps gradually turned into streams of black mist that spread throughout the valley.
Even more alarming, as the black qi emerged, waves of piercing, low Demonic Sound began to echo through the valley.
The Demonic Sound did not resemble a human voice. It was more like the roars and whispers of some Demonic Beast, filled with evil and temptation, drilling straight into people's minds and involuntarily stirring irritability