Sword Dao Ancient God

Zhang Yang's sorrow was insignificant before the upheaval of heaven and earth at this moment.

Because the second wave of the cursed tsunami was clearly taking shape. Its target was still Zhang Yang, but he and the Sword Immortal World behind him absolutely could not escape this calamity.

Just then, the guardian great aberration—already too enormous to describe as merely huge—suddenly shook violently. Its appearance had already plunged all living things into deathly silence. Every plane and void within the region had fallen into darkness, and even the earlier super-gigantic Sword Qi Storm vortex had vanished. Yet at this moment, like the first light of dawn, like a spark of starlight kindling amid black embers, a thread of sword qi burst through layer upon layer of restraints and shattered every balance!

The second wave of the cursed tsunami that had been forming collapsed like a punctured balloon and rapidly dispersed. A dull, furious roar spread through the air as a unique force field. Ears could not hear it, but it exploded within the souls and seas of consciousness of every living thing.

The Thousand-Handed Race army that had been watching the spectacle was instantly struck. Their Plague God Seals could withstand the cursed tsunami, but they could not resist this roaring force field.

In an instant, aside from those above the Heavenly God level, everyone else rolled their eyes white, foamed at the mouth, and suffered chaotic laws. Those with bad luck exploded and died on the spot.

In this single wave, the Thousand-Handed Race army lost several million elite soldiers. Those fortunate enough to survive were all gravely wounded.

They had originally planned to take advantage of the opportunity to make a raid on the Sword Immortal World, but now they had no choice but to withdraw immediately.

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