Zhang Qingyuan made no grand gesture. He merely stepped lightly through the void, and his figure became an afterimage as he charged into the crowd.
With two fingers, he tapped lightly through the air. True Essence surged, transforming into layers upon layers of sword shadows that sprayed forth!
The sharp Sword Qi was as light as cicada wings,
yet it carried a terrifying force that nothing could withstand. Whether it was the Sea Tribe Soldiers' hard ore shields, the weapons in their hands, or the protective barriers formed from gathered battle qi, all were like a red-hot iron sword slicing through solidified butter, without the slightest obstruction.
In the span of a breath,
Zhang Qingyuan's figure flashed like black lightning across more than thirty meters. Every sea tribe soldier in his path was cut down, their bodies and heads severed, unable to offer the slightest hindrance.
"This!!!"
Such a gruesome scene made all the surviving Sea Tribe Soldiers who had originally intended to charge forward feel as though they had fallen into an ice cave. They stood frozen in place, unable to move even a single finger.
Their minds boomed. Their heads rang as every thought was scattered and crushed, while boundless terror surged into their hearts, nearly drowning them!
What had happened?!
How had all the allied soldiers in front of them died in an instant?
Endless fear spread through the hearts of every Sea Clan member.
But Zhang Qingyuan had no merciful thoughts. With a sweep of his sleeve, terrifying power stirred up wave after wave as substantial as reality. Rising and falling, the immense force swept out along ripples in space in an instant, like heavy hammers smashing fiercely into the chests of the Sea Tribe Soldiers. Mountain-toppling, sea-overturning power poured in, blasting the Sea Clan members