The dragon powerhouses Ying Feng, Ying Lin, Ao Guang, Tuo Musheng, and the others, closing in from all directions, stared in horrified amazement at the astonishing slash of the Primordial Sky Corpse. Its might was such that they dared not face it directly with their own eyes. The surging power of the Corpse Dao laws seemed capable of shaking their Dao hearts. It was as though nothing could withstand being cleaved apart by that strike. Even if they poured their life's cultivation into resisting it—or were among those with considerable skill in Dragon Soul Battle Armor and peerless defenses—they still could not withstand the fierce, overwhelming power of the Corpse Dao laws.
The slash came down like a small world, a corpse-realm grotto-heaven, crashing upon them, yet it was condensed within the blade's edge. Its momentum was vast, but all of it was concentrated in the blade's radiance, giving one an intensely paradoxical, disorienting sensation. If they had not formed a battle formation, Ying Feng, Ying Xuanque, and the others would have been killed or crippled by this strike!
Lu Xiaotian narrowed his eyes as he watched the descending slash. The blade seemed to move slowly, but the interwoven mysteries of the Corpse Dao laws had already transformed the space within a ten-thousand-li radius into a Corpse Dao grotto-heaven.
Lu Xiaotian had a feeling that within this region, no matter how he used his teleportation art, he could not escape the other party's perception. Once one reached a certain level of cultivation and saw through the most fundamental laws of heaven and earth, one truly gained the power to cleave space apart. Perhaps a perfected Heavenly Immortal had yet to reach that point, but that was what this strike felt like. Perhaps if he cultivated his spatial laws to a